#I often feel like a prey animal that is cornered and my only options are to take it in fear and die or to lash out and hurt the other party

[compassmili]

I kinda really hate how I've been treated throughout my life

[aeb-art]

Make Me Feel Real

Loop x Siffrin

Rating: M Summary: Siffrin is desperate for something new, anything new. He hadn't felt anything in a long time. They ask, or well... force, Loop to assist them. CW: gore, mutilation, referenced self-harm, torture, intrusive thoughts (the intrusive thoughts are Loop's, but the POV is Siffrin's)

(ao3 link)

“About my dagger…” 

“This again?” If looks could kill, the glare Loop shot your way would’ve reset the loop. “Seriously, stardust, you can’t really be so dense as to not see how little I want to talk about that…” They grimaced and looked away from you. Their hands came up to their opposite arms to rub away waves of frizzling needles, which by now you recognized a self-soothing technique. 

"Just hear me out.” Your grip on the grass below your hands tightened. You breathed in and out.

They did not turn their head back toward you, but their eyes met yours. They said nothing at all. It seemed like that was the closest semblance to getting permission to speak that you were going to get.

"You get upset with me whenever I use it, so what if…” You gulped. “What if you just… Took that out on me?”

(What are you even doing?)

“What…?” Their eyes widened. Their hands let go of their arms and just hovered there, fingers twitching.

“If you’re so mad about it, why don’t you take it out on me?” You steeled yourself to meet their eyes again. “You could even use my dagger if you want.”

Loop looked…

Terrified.

"Stardust, I…” They looked around, almost frantically, at anything but you. “You can’t just say things like that. I-! I’m supposed to h-help you and how would attacking you possibly help either of us with anything? Stars, do you really want something new to happen that desperately?”

The ends of their fingers grew sharp like claws as they dug into the tree root they sat on, audibly splitting the bark. Their flesh’s vibrations slowly grew more erratic. Their forearms split in two, it looked like bones now instead of flesh. Sparks flew off of their head, but dissipated before they hit anything, sizzling before making a final little pop.

They wanted to, didn’t they? They wanted to hurt you, you realized that now… but you didn’t think they liked that they wanted to. You think they’d been holding back such desires all this time. You think such desires must scare them to have… Yet you found you didn't care about that nearly as much as you should have.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been pushing this though. You might not be able to undo whatever damage this caused to your relationship with Loop. Your relationship already wasn’t that great, thanks to your insistence on killing yourself very often.

And yet, you kept going.

“You want to, don’t you?” You pushed yourself up to stand, quickly brushing dirt and grass off the back of your pants. “You think about hurting me often, don’t you?” You took slow steps across the short gap between the two of you.

Loop was trembling. Their wide eyes searched for a trace of something in your eye. They couldn’t get a read on you for once. They looked like a cornered animal.

Sometimes prey animals will bite back when they see no other option.

“So do it.” You took your dagger out of its sheath and held it up to them. They winced.

Loop wouldn’t forget when you reset. You couldn’t just undo this like when you tested things with your family. Loop was the only real person in this blinding play who still felt real, they were the only connection to reality that you had left. Did you really want to take this road? to risk burning the last bridge out?

“St-stardust…” One of their hands lifted, slowly reaching toward the blade, eyes glued to it. It was like they had no control over the limb. “I shouldn’t- I can’t…”

“Take. It.” You shoved it toward them with a frustrated growl and they jolted back. “I’m asking you to. I want you to.”

Their hand looked like it was shaking in and out of the correct shape for a hand to be in. One second they had five fingers, but then in the next, two of their fingers would merge together before separating once again. You tried to not stare.

Then they finally took the dagger and you pulled your hand back.

“Okay.” You held your arms out and took a step back. You breathe in and out. “Give me your worst.”

You deserved even worse than Loop’s worst. You were disgusting. Weren’t they supposed to be your friend too? How could you just put them in this situation? They clearly didn’t want to act on their thoughts, they didn’t want to hurt you, but you wanted something new, you wanted them to hurt you, you needed it.

You’re vile.

They gripped the handle tight in both hands before they stood on shaking legs. You smiled at them when they met your eye again. They did not smile back, in fact they looked worse than before. Then…

“Oof-!” A hard punch in the gut knocked you back and before you could catch your bearings, their foot stomped you to the ground. You cried out as their heel pressed so hard onto your chest that you thought a rib or two cracked.

When you looked up at them, they oddly seemed more relaxed. They twirled the dagger in one hand idly, like it was natural to have one in their hands. It was like a switch flipped. They accepted and quickly slotted into the role you so deeply desired of them.

“Just what is wrong with you?” They sneered down at you. “You disgusting little masochist! You realize how selfish you’re being, don’t you? Pressuring me into this?” Slowly, they bent down and sat on top of your thighs. Their free hand started to push your cloak up.

“Wh-whoa, wait, what are you-?” You tried to sit up, leaning on your elbows, but the blow to your chest made you pause with a wince. You didn’t register any pain until you moved… Maybe because you’d already felt far worse.

“I just want to see what I’m doing.” They set the dagger down at their side, just out of your reach in case you changed your mind about all of this.

You just silently let them pull it off of you. They tossed both your cloak and hat to the side. You only struggled again when they started to untuck your sweater. “Hey, hey! Why do you need that off too?” Your voice might have cracked a little in your slight panic. You really didn’t want to be undressed, to be left bare, especially when just about anyone could come to the Favor Tree and see whatever this was at just about any point!

“What part of “I want to see what I’m doing” did you not understand? Come on, stardust, you aren’t that stupid.” They stared down at you blankly, coldly. “You asked me to hurt you and I intend to enjoy it… So shut up and let me take your shirt off before I tear it apart.”

Your mouth snapped shut and you stopped resisting. They tossed the offending sweater over with your other clothes. You felt compelled to ask if they might’ve wanted your gloves off, but you didn’t want them to laugh at you, so you kept that to yourself. You did feel weird wearing gloves without a shirt though, so you silently tugged them off anyway and tossed them aside.

What you asked instead was “So how are you gonna… do this?”

“You know… Before all of this looping nonsense, I used to know how to butcher an animal…” They trailed off as they pushed against your chest. It wasn’t a lot of pressure, it was more like they were giving you the hint that they wanted you to lay flat, the opportunity to do as they wanted before they made you. You obeyed that silent order without second thought.

Surprisingly, you felt a cool wave of healing craft flow from their fingers into your chest. The dull pain quickly faded away… Why did they heal you?

…

It almost felt like a reward for good behavior.

“What parts were good, which to throw away…” There was the smallest twinkle in their eyes and you shuddered. Their finger trailed slowly down your center. You felt their nail? claw? something? make the shallowest cut, small pinpricks of blood coming to the surface. It was a superficial wound at best. They were dragging it out on purpose. They wanted to take their time with you. They wanted to play with you.

What did you just awaken?

“Human beings' insides are, supposedly, surprisingly similar to pigs. Did you know that?” Their eyes trailed back up to meet your own. That sounded vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t fully remember, so you still shook your head no. “Have you ever seen the inside of a boar, stardust?” You slowly nodded. They grinned. “Then some parts should look familiar!”

Oh.

Stars.

They picked the dagger up and leaned down over you. The tip of it tilted your head up agonizingly slow. Their face drew so close, far too close. You could feel their warmth kissing your face like the sun itself.

“Do you feel it anymore, when you kill yourself?” The tip of the blade pressed into your chin, just deep enough for you to feel a trickle of blood trail to the back of your neck and into your hair.

Your hands gripped tight onto the grass at your sides.

“You already don’t see yourself as a person anymore,” Slowly, they dragged the dagger down your neck and you sucked in a ragged breath. Their hand gripped tight on your shoulder and kept you still. “No matter how many times I’ve tried convincing you you’re still real.”

The pressure varied as they cut you open, though their hand was eerily steady. The longer it went on, the more your body started to realize you were being hurt, the more pain started to register. You hadn’t felt anything in so long.

“So I’m going to remind you once again that you’re still here, with me.” They moved to the side of your head, whispering into your ear. “I’m going to cause you enough pain that you can be grateful when you loop again and wake up unharmed.” Their voice dropped in pitch. Their words were careful, like they’d thought about saying this to you many times before. “I’m going to hurt you until you can be thankful you’re alive.”

A shiver ran up your spine. You hissed out in pain when your own movement made them cut deeper into your chest. They just kept pulling your dagger down, down, down…

“And after you die, by my hands,” They pushed against your shoulder to sit upright. “You are going to walk right back here and thank me.”

That dark look in their half-lidded eyes made you feel like your nerves were set aflame, like you’d been struck by lightning.

…They struggled a bit cutting through your belly button right after that since the dagger wasn’t serrated and had to slice a little around it. Surprisingly, they had the decency to look a little guilty about it when you groaned in pain. They kept going down until they got to where your pants began. They glared down at your belt buckle like it personally offended them. With a frustrated huff, they moved on. You half expected them to tug your pants down to cut further… You breathed a strained sigh of relief.

You realized exactly what they were doing when they started to carve a wide V across your pelvis. They were going to open your skin up like they were vivisecting an animal. Wasn’t that more like they were studying you than butchering you? Why take such care and patience into it if you’d wanted them to just attack you? You’d wanted them to stab you, not… this.

You felt so much more vulnerable like this. It was almost… intimate.

Before Loop carved the top V, the cuts on you formed an arrow pointed right at them. You tried your best to not think about it…

It hurt the most so far when they carved along your collarbone. Your hands shot up to their thighs, fingers digging into their legs as you struggled to hold back a scream and whimpered instead. You bit your lip to avoid biting off your tongue.

“That's the kind of reaction I wanted! Tee-hee!~” You could hear a growing mania in their voice. You could see hunger in their eyes. “Does it hurt? Come on, you can always talk to your darling companion Loop!” They pulled the dagger down your center one more time, pressing harder than the first, and blood gushed out of you as your skin was truly completely severed. Their head glowed brighter as they watched you cry and writhe under them.

Your nails clawed at their thighs, but their skin could not be scratched, their flesh would not bleed as yours did. All that happened was lightless grains of… sugar? got caught under your fingernails.

They set the dagger aside before running their fingers along the opening, their hands getting stained by your blood. Gently, they peeled the flaps they’d carved open.

You looked down as their fingers traced your ribs. You felt like you were gonna be sick.

“Gross!” They giggled before one of their hands slipped its way into your guts. You cried and realized tears had already been streaming from your eye for you didn’t even know how long. They lightly squeezed your intestines. You coughed up blood and felt the skin over your throat split further apart. They held your intestines up just high enough for you to see without straining your neck. They seemed to grin wider before…

Slice!

Blood and bile and you didn’t want to think about what else shot out of the open tube. It sprayed all over you and onto Loop’s hands. You screamed until your throat went raw, your eye screwing closed tight. It wasn’t the first time you felt like your neck was going to explode, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Then you felt some of the pain ebb. Slowly you opened your eye to see Loop holding ends of the tube together and using healing craft to sew it back up as if they hadn’t just torn you apart.

You sobbed.

They met your eye and you squirmed seeing their expression turn warm at a time like this. They leaned down, pressing a hand to your neck and you felt that same cooling touch numbing all the pain there. They shushed you softly, almost sweetly. “It won’t do if you can’t speak.” Their hand lightly squeezed your neck before they pulled away. You could see their whole front was splattered with your fluids. “I want to hear you.”

That little process continued for an excruciating amount of time. Loop would tug something out just enough for you to see before mutilating it, then as you coughed and screamed and cried, they’d just heal it right back up. There was something unsettling about how fond they sounded as they healed you. They were only doing it to elongate this encounter, but it started to feel like they were praising you for taking all of it. Loop really had a lot of pent up frustration over you, huh?

You were getting lightheaded. No amount of healing craft was going to stop that eventuality, in fact it probably sped it up, but you were kind of impressed by how long you lasted.

Loop was now just staring down at your chest, fingers tracing your ribs just as they’d done at the start. “Stardust,” They cooed down at you. “Do you know whose heart this is?”

(What???)

(It’s yours, obviously.)

“No, silly!~” Their right hand moved inside of you again. “It’s mine!~”

You barely felt the intrusion at first. You were so drained at this point… But then they actually touched your heart and your breath hitched. Their finger lightly caressed the organ.

“Oh, you little cutie,” They giggled and leaned down, looming right above you, until their face was the only thing you could see. “It’s going so fast now! Just for me?~ You’re gonna make me blush!”

That only made it beat faster.

“L-Loop…” You croaked out, before a blood-soaked cough forced its way out of you. Your blood got on their face, but you couldn’t see it past their light. With all the strength you could muster, you dug into their hips. You could feel your fingers up to the first knuckle sink into the sugar.

They shuddered, eyes closing for a moment. Their finger’s sharp tips lightly scraped your heart and you jolted. They braced their other hand back on your shoulder to keep you still once more. You raked your hands up their back and felt their vertebrae spike out around your fingers.

They leaned closer to you, sighing softly into your ear. “U-use your words, Stardust…”

“I-…” Your throat gurgled, you thought you were going to choke on blood. “Just f-finish it…” You blinked away tears.

They leaned back, just a bit, to stare at you.

You… You didn’t know what that expression meant.

Their hand on your shoulder gently slid up your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps left in its wake, their thumb rubbing along the seam of one of the cuts they’d healed, the first cut they’d made. They held your cheek with their sticky bloody hand and that same thumb wiped a tear from your eye. Then in the same instant, they fully grabbed onto your heart and dipped their head down to you.

Your scream was muffled by Loop’s face pressing against yours. You couldn’t feel any lips, but… Were they kissing you??? They hummed against your lips, eyes closed and head glowing so so bright that you could barely keep your eye open. Loop was definitely kissing you, while they had your heart literally in the palm of their hand.

This was insane.

(What is wrong with them?)

And yet… You kissed them back. Your grip on their back tightened, keeping them as close to you as you could, as your eye slipped shut once more.

(What is wrong with both of you???)

They pulled back a moment later as you started to cough and convulse once again. They softly wiped the blood off of your lips with what seemed like a smile on their own face. When you whined, they leaned down to kiss you again, though less aggressively than the first time.

Their hand gripped onto your heart tighter and you spasmed violently. They backed up only a centimeter just to hiss at you, “Now give me what’s mine.”

You felt something rip before-!

You felt a tug on your stomach.

You got your heart torn out.

Well, Loop had told you to come thank them right after they killed you, so you should get up and go back to the Favor Tree. Actually… Maybe you should go get the flower first so you have something to give them. You really appreciated their help after all, as twisted as it became.

They made you feel alive again.

[yesttoheaven]

GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL

CHAPTER 1

pairing: arvin russell x female!reader

summary: In the eyes of extremely strict parents, 'good' girls go to hell, but they don't know that they are handing over their own daughter to the devil – known to all as Rev. Teagardin.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: language, mentions (not depictions) of abuse, manipulation, religious fanaticism, angst

a/n: This idea has been on my mind since the day I watched the movie, so... here we go!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

"I don't usually interfere that way. It would be best if she came here willingly. She needs to be open to accept all the blessings that God will bring to her life." Rev. Teagardin took a step forward, considering the request of a mother and father completely desperate for the salvation of their only daughter.

"We tried everything. We found great references about a boarding school called 'Good Pastor', but a week later they called to report that she had run away! Our daughter appeared a few days later in the company of three strange girls. One of them is a single mother, our Y/N shouldn't hang out with those kind of people." The woman's words contained disgust. She was tired of watching her daughter ruin her own life. The girl had become a topic of conversation in the town and a shame for the whole family.

"The truth is, we don't know what to do with Y/N. Day after day she becomes more rebellious. She doesn't respect us." Mr. Henson shared the same agony as his wife, but both see Preston as the solution to this problem.

"We don't want our only daughter to go to hell! You need to help us, Reverend. We believe that you are the only one capable of driving the devil out of her. In the name of God, save our little Y/N!"

In absolute silence, the preacher walked near the window, watching Y/N. She was sitting on the hood of Mr. Henson's car and her body was lulled by the gentle breeze that touched the skirt of the dress she wore, revealing her legs that should have been silky smooth. Smiling, the man looked at the girl's parents, knowing exactly what to do to save Y/N's soul.

"I'm glad you came to me. God will be my guide to help your daughter. Now, I would like to talk to her for a while."

Extremely grateful, Y/N's parents agreed and left the church for a few seconds. When they returned, Y/N was with them. The girl's curious eyes moved from side to side, until they found Preston Teagardin with his hands on his hips. He was at the altar, the cross appearing behind his head left him with a divine aura, but the girl remembers the day she saw the preacher humiliate – indirectly – the chicken liver dish that Emma Russell prepared with such affection. If he said those horrible things to a religious woman like Emma, Y/N didn't want to imagine what he might be thinking about her at the moment. Maybe he was wondering why she hasn't started to burn while walking on sacred ground, but it was him who was burning. Burning with desire. A sin that he identifies in others, but never in himself.

"Hello, you must be Y/N." The man approached, his eyes shining like a hungry predator who had just found the perfect prey. "You don't usually visit the house of God."

"But I'm sure that is about to change." Y/N's mother replied, looking at her daughter hopefully.

Y/N may not be an especially easy girl to handle, but she never understood why her parents didn't respect her space. She never visited the church often and that number dropped to zero when they started to force her to go with them. Over the years, Knockemstiff residents have turned religion into a disease. It's close to insanity and Y/N Henson doesn't want that for her life. Despite being seen as a sinner, she still prays every night. She gets down on her knees and talks to God.

"Dear, your dad and I brought you here to talk to Reverend Teagardin..."

"What? You said you would come here to confess and then we would go home!" Y/N protested angrily. She was ready to retrace her steps to the exit when her father took her arm.

"Y/N, we just want the best for you. Talking to the reverend can be a good start."

"And we are not giving you another option." Mrs. Henson completed, remaining firm in her decision. "Your father and I agreed not to participate in this conversation. We will walk around the town and then we come back here to get you."

"I can take her home... If you agree." Teagardin said, hiding his real intentions and touching the girl's shoulder. She was so small around him and looked so vulnerable. He smiled when he realized that.

"Oh, that's very kind, Reverend. Thanks." Y/N's mother replied, feeling enchanted by the man's benevolence. "Be a good girl." She said, kissing her daughter's forehead.

The preacher accompanied them to the door and having no other option Y/N walked through the church, staring at the cross nailed to the wall. She never felt that she was turning away from God, but looking back is exactly what she did.

"Now it's just me, you and Him." The reverend's words brought Y/N out of her own thoughts and she turned to him, crossing her arms in the process. This made her breasts more visible under the black dress she wore and Teagardin noticed.

"I can go and you tell my parents that you talked to me, but it didn't work because I'm a hopeless case. It's simple."

"I can't lie to your parents. I also don't think you're a hopeless case, Y/N." The man admitted, going to the first bench and sitting down. "We can talk?"

"Like... about my sins?"

"No. A normal conversation. Why don't you start by telling me about your life?" He patted the bench, silently inviting her to sit beside him.

Y/N didn't understand how a simple conversation could help, but she found the idea pleasant. Showing a shy smile, she approached Teagardin and sat down next to him, leaving a space between their bodies. Once again she looked at the cross, beginning to speak:

"I work for Ms. Fowler, she has a chicken coop and some pigs... I don't do much, but I like to help take care of animals and she says they like me too." At that moment Y/N looked at the preacher and imagined that she would find him with an expression of disinterest. The same expression of disinterest that her parents show when she tried to start a conversation or simply tell how her day was. They were always busy, but Teagardin was completely focused on everything she said and with a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"So, do you take care of the animals? I'm impressed, I don't know many girls who risk their lives by entering a pigsty."

"It's a dangerous place." She let slip a sweet laugh, feeling light, as she hadn't felt for a long time. "I understand them."

"I can see that you have a great relationship with animals, but what about your friends? Tell me a little about them." Those words were enough to destabilize Y/N. Any sign of happiness disappeared from her face and everything went gray, just like the view through the church windows. The rain was close and Y/N controlled herself not to start crying.

Like a sniffer dog, Preston felt this was a sensitive subject for the girl – maybe an open wound – and waited patiently until she decided to share it with him.

"I was never good at making friends, but I used to have a friend at school. Her name was Isabella. We were inseparable, but one day her father received a job offer in another city... Despite the distance, she called me every day in the late afternoon" The nostalgia was noticeable in her voice and the way her face softened with small memories. Isabella and Y/N were like sisters, but Mrs. Henson never approved of that friendship. "I am three years without news of my best friend. She never called or answered my letters and I don't know why, reverend."

"Have you never been to visit her?"

"My parents won't let me out of Knockemstiff."

"You don't have to go alone. They can go with you..."

"They don't care about me or what I want." Y/N said, shaking her shoulders as if this feeling was mutual, but deep down she knew it wasn't. "My mom said I have the power to turn people away and if Isabella walked away from me, it is certainly my fault."

"Your mother shouldn't say that." Teagardin looked deeply hurt. The situation was worse than he imagined, this family needs his help.

Y/N needs his help.

"Well, I lost Isabella's friendship, but I got three new friends!" The girl informed, as if she had finally found her place. "Two of them I met at the boarding school. The third helped us to escape and she has a beautiful baby. They work together in a bar away from the city..."

"What do they do in this bar?" The reverend had some suspicions, but he wanted to hear her confess.

"They... dance." Y/N said slowly. "I know it can look wrong, but they are good people and I don't understand why everyone looks at these girls with..."

"Have you ever been there?" Preston needed to know, but the girl just bowed her head. Sighing deeply, he stretched his arm over her shoulders, ending the distance between their bodies. "It's all right... God is merciful and benevolent. He forgives all of our sins, but He does not forgive lies."

"It was only once. I swear!" In the same instant that the words left her lips, she hid her face in Teagardin's chest and he took the opportunity to hug her, and feel the sweet perfume of her hair. It smelled like innocence.

"You made a mistake by going there. That place is not for family girls."

"I was just tired of everything... So, I thought about going there to have a drink and forget about the problems."

"Learn one thing..." The man said softly, running his fingers through her hair. "When problems arise and you feel alone, start praying. God is your best friend. And I am also here to help you."

"Thanks, reverend."

"Never go back to that place again. You shouldn't be drinking... and smoking."

"Wait..." The girl moved away from Teagardin, looking him straight in the eye. "Did my parents say that?"

"I was in town when I saw you smoking with a boy. He approached you and passed the smoke to your mouth... And then he kissed you. Is he your boyfriend?"

"Oh, you saw me with Arvin..." Shame consumed Y/N, turning her cheeks into two tomatoes. "But we are not together. It was our first kiss... My first kiss."

The moment they shared in the car had been magical. Arvin was always different from the Knockemstiff boys. He never judged Y/N for her actions. He understood her, but sometimes some problems were so big that they made the girl run away from him. All Arvin wanted was to hold her in his arms and protect from all the evil in the world.

"You need to stay away from these people. Starting with this young guy." The preacher's words captured Y/N's attention, confusing her. "You can't see it now, but those friendships are not good for you. They are driving you away from your true purpose. And Arvin Russell is taking advantage of your innocence to..."

"Arvin would never do that." She stated in all letters, not letting him finish the assumption. "I think... I think he likes me."

"There is a big difference between love and carnal attraction, and boys his age think of only one thing." Teagardin insisted, using a peaceful tone of voice. He was so convincing, that despite knowing Arvin for a long time, Y/N wondered about the boy's real intentions. He was always kind and respectful, or maybe that's what she thought, but with the help of the reverend she was beginning to understand, and the feeling of being used was difficult to digest. "I saw the way he looked at you... I saw the sin in his eyes."

"This cannot be true... W-We are not talking about the same person! He's d-different!"

"It doesn't matter who you believed in all this time or what you accepted to... to be like them. In the end, you are alone. You know it." When Preston finished, she was completely broken. It was cruel, but someone needed to open her eyes. Y/N deserved the truth. "I know it is difficult, but I am here for you." He buried her against his chest in a bear hug, wishing feel her soft, warm body in his arms again. Y/N returned the hug — and then started to cry.

Her friends were not her friends.

Her parents were right.

She felt confused. Lost. But the reverend was beside her to show a new path free from sin and delusions.

"Do you know Proverbs 28:13?" He asked, holding her face in his hands. With his fingertips he wiped away a few tears and she smiled, shaking her head. "Whoever tries to hide his sins will not succeed, but the one who confesses his sins and leaves them behind will find mercy. Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, reverend." That was the confirmation he needed.

Preston Teagardin always believed that he had a special connection with God. With the right words he had the power to reach the hearts of these girls and offer them redemption. In his dark mind, they were privileged to be touched by a holy man like him. He was doing them a favor. And now it's Y/N's turn.

"First, you need to be free from your sins." The man looked with adoration for the little fallen angel. Slowly, he touched her knees, feeling the smooth skin and after a sigh, the girl was in his hands.

"Reverend..."

"Shhh. Just trust me." He said when his hands disappeared under her dress. His touch was sacred, something she had never experienced, but Y/N's conscience screamed that this was wrong. "Stand up so I can take your panties off. I need to feel you..." She got up, but ran quickly away from him, escaping his dirty hands.

Disappointment appeared in her eyes in the form of tears. It was impossible not to feel used. Again. Influenced by him, Y/N believed that her friends were a problem in her life and that they were moving her away from God's plans, but the real sinner is inside the church. His understanding, concern and kindness never existed. It was all part of the game. He needed to earn her trust before he could attack.

"You... You are a wolf in sheep's clothing! A liar! I thought for the first time someone was understanding my side, but you just want to fuck with me!"

"You got it wrong..."

"S-Stay away from me!" Y/N warned when Teagardin tried to approach. Fear coursed through her veins, spreading through her body like a drug. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she didn't want to be touched by him that way. "If you approach me, I swear I make a scandal! The whole city will know who you really are!"

"No one will believe you." He took a step forward. "You need help. I'm the only one who can..."

"Stop that shit! Do not say that the devil is in me, when you are trying to abuse a girl who is old enough to be your daughter! You are the devil, Teagardin!" For the first time she saw the anger in his eyes. Preston would never agree with that, but that is his true face. He is the devil in disguise and this was confirmed the instant he advanced on her.

Y/N ran to the exit, screaming desperately for help, even though she knew she was alone in this nightmare. With shaking hands, she tried to open the door, but the reverend took her in his arms. Compared to the girl’s small, slender body, he was stronger than she was, but Y/N resisted and hit her knee in the middle of his legs, reaching his weak point. The man let out a loud growl and walked away, seeking support on one of the wooden benches. Taking advantage of the distraction, Y/N opened the door and ran as fast as she could. Teagardin thought of running after her to finish what he started, but he gave up as soon as he saw her cross the threshold of the church, running in the rain as if her life depended on it. She didn't look back, just kept running until she disappeared into the trees.

...

The day turned into night, covering everything with its dark cloak, while rain fell mercilessly on Knockemstiff. Y/N stumbled along the road, hugging her own body in an unsuccessful attempt to warm up. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the raindrops, but the girl's mind was elsewhere.

After what happened at the church, her faith was in pieces. She always knew that bad men walked on Earth, but she never imagined that the preacher was one of them. The way he touched her was disgusting. She wanted to scream, take the pain out of her chest and run back home to tell her parents what happened, but Teagardin's words were stuck in her head, hurting her:

"In the end, you are alone. You know it."

"No one will believe you."

Unexpectedly – or maybe that was a divine sign – a car approached the road Y/N was on. She was surprised to hear the noise of the engine and looked back. Despite the rain and the headlight blinding her for a few moments, Y/N recognized the old car and the boy on the other side certainly recognized her too. Arvin left his truck without a second thought, not caring about the pouring rain wetting his clothes in a matter of seconds.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, needing to raise his voice so she could hear. The girl opened her mouth to reply, but gave up, looking away.

Arvin realized that something was wrong. It was common to see Y/N walking around the city, but not in these circumstances. Before she looked away, he noticed the pain in her eyes. It was no secret to him that she had a difficult relationship with her parents, but this time it was different.

For a moment the worry made him forget that they were both still in the rain and when he realized this, the boy immediately guided her to the car. When she was safely in the passenger seat, he bypassed the vehicle and took the driver's seat. Rain was no longer a problem, but the cold persisted and Arvin grabbed his jeans jacket from the back seat.

"Here." He handed it to her and Y/N mumbled a small 'thanks', wearing the jacket. "So... what happened? You are far from home. It is dangerous to go out in the middle of a storm like this..."

"My intention is to stay away from home. The storm is an extra." The girl tried to relax, hiding her real emotions but it was obvious that she was not well.

"Did you argue with your parents again?"

"I would prefer that." She replied, forcing a laugh. Getting into an argument with her parents was common for her and seemed small compared to what actually happened. But what really happened was suffocating her. "I can tell you everything, r-right?"

"You know you can." Arvin said, holding her hand. The simple contact made their hearts accelerate and Y/N was grateful to have him by her side.

Feeling encouraged, she began to tell what happened at the church. The fact that her parents insisted that the devil was inside her, made Arvin angry. He never understood what the problem was with Mr. and Mrs. Henson about this. Y/N was not sick. All she needed was love and they never gave it to her.

Y/N didn't want to delve into the details of her conversation with the new preacher, but Arvin heard the fear in her voice when she mentioned his name. She said he was good with words, and very persuasive. He easily won her trust and that was her worst mistake. Arvin stopped listening when she said that the man's hands disappeared under the dress she was wearing. Anger consumed him quickly, making his blood boil and he clapped his hands on the steering wheel. With a vision blurred by tears, Y/N looked at him with concern. The tension was clear throughout his body; his jaw was tightly clenched and his hands were shaking as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Arvin always had an explosive temper – paternal inheritance –, especially when the people he cared about were hurt.

"The preacher will never touch you again. I promise." He stated with conviction, bringing his attention back to Y/N. She looked tired, crying silently and the boy opened his arms for her to snuggle against his chest. Playing with a lock of her hair, he said: "I always knew there was something wrong with him. I should be there for you..."

"It's okay, Arvin. I'll be fine and I'll forget what happened... I just need to stay away from the church. This is easy for me." Y/N knew it wouldn't be so easy, but to calm him down, everything was welcome.

"You cannot protect him."

"I am not protecting him, but I know you..." She murmured softly, running a hand over his chest. "My life is a mess, you are the only one who believes in me. So, I'm just asking you not to do anything stupid... Because... Because I need you here." Arvin relaxed at her words. It was nice to know that she wanted him around in this difficult time. Y/N would have his support forever. And his love. For her sake, he decided to act with caution, but this does not mean that Teagardin will not suffer the consequences of his actions.

With undisclosed feelings, they remained embraced, just enjoying each other's company. It had been a long day. Arvin remembered the fallen tree in the middle of the road, forcing him to take the long way home, but that path brought him to Y/N. He was happy that it was he who found her in the middle of this storm.

"You need to rest. I will take you home." The boy broke the silence and Y/N moved away from him, shaking her head.

"No! I don't want to go home! My parents... they go..."

"I'll take you to my house." Arvin said, catching her cheek with his hand and watching the panic disappear from her eyes. With a smile, he added: "Grandma misses you."

• a/n: This is the first fic I publish here and I'm very nervous!! (Possibly I will do a second part of this) Btw, criticism is welcome!!

(CHAPTER TWO HERE)

[comprised-of-magpies]

Some safety & survival tips

This isn’t something that I’d normally post, but with college starting I thought I’d share some tips I’ve gathered over the years for staying safe (edit: I was informed a lot of these are basic knowledge, but I’ll share anyway because you never know)

if a room in your house randomly smells like fish, check the outlets, melted plastic often gives off a fish odor and unchecked could start an electrical fire

don’t swerve for deer and risk you or your car, hit it, with the proof of hitting it insurance can help cover the damage (edit: sorry, I don’t mean to encourage killing an animal, and I know the deer can do some hefty damage, this is just if your options are swerving full speed into a ditch/other car, or hitting the deer, the deer might be a better option. obv if you think you’ll be fine swerving out of the way, do that)

speaking of ^, if you see a deer on the road and it runs off in time, keep going slow and stay on the lookout, there’s more often than not more than just one deer and you never know if it’ll jump into the road

however, swerve for a moose, you’re going to hit the legs and then you have 1500 lbs coming thru your windshield

if you’re in a dark, unfamiliar area, keep the keys handy, for one the key itself can easily be used as a weapon, two if you set off a car alarm it might grab someone’s attention if you’re in danger, or at least deter someone threatening you

try not to be wearing heels if you know you’ll be in the situation above. first of all, everyone knows it’s hard to run in heels, so an opportunist will likely target someone that won’t as easily get away. secondly, it just hurts to run in them. I was out past 10pm walking several blocks to where I parked my car and noticed two guys tailing me, and while my heels were thick and only about 4-5 inches, running a block to my car in sheer terror left my ankles beyond sore the next day, and I can only imagine how catastrophic it would’ve been if my foot got caught in a hole or if my ankle twisted.

if the water retreats quickly and farther than normal, pack it up and run, that’s a sign of an oncoming tsunami

stranded in the cold? don’t stop moving. shaking and shivering is good, that’s the body’s way of trying to stay warm, if you suddenly stop shivering, it means your body has given up and you’re past the point of it being able to warm itself. don’t let someone take their clothes off either in the cold. this sounds weird and obvious, but when you’re exposed to hypothermia-inducing conditions for so long, your nerves get fried, and you start thinking you’re boiling alive and don’t contain rational thought anymore

if you haven’t eaten or drank anything for a period of a couple days, pace yourself when food/water is available. If you consume too much immediately after starving, that’s a massive shock to your system. When concentration camp survivors were freed, they were given too much food for their malnourished bodies to process, and that’s fatal.

if vomit/poop is like black tar or coffee grounds, see a doctor, that’s a sign of internal bleeding (obv periods for girls are different, if menstrual blood is like coffee grounds there’s a good chance it’s just really, really old blood, but it’s still a good idea to check in with a doctor)

a lot of predators (I know at least mountain lions/cougars) are deterred from attacking if they see your face/eyes

if you’re hitting the gas pedal, and the tachometer is moving, and the car is not, you’re hydroplaning. Your first instinct is to hit the brakes. DON��T HIT THE BRAKES. Your best bet is to ride it out, gradually slow down, try and let other cars know what’s going on, pull over and calm down.

car windows are strongest in the middle, aim for the edges or corners

911 should work anywhere (even other countries), SIM card or not, for free, so don’t waste time scrambling for change at a pay phone

if you’re in a pool and the water tastes metallic, get out, there’s an electrical short in the water

a seriously upset stomach is another sign of a heart attack

if you’re getting manhandled into a van, don’t fight fair. fight to get away as soon as possible. elbow or palm to nose, heel to toe, thumbs or elbows to eyes, knee to groin, strike the ears, nails to throat, do whatever you can and make as much noise as possible. don’t get taken to a secondary location

don’t punch the face, punch the throat. no matter how weak you are, a fist to the windpipe is enough to stun anyone

the flesh on the underside of the arm is fragile. try pinching it, it hurts right? even lightly? pinch someone there hard, and PULL. you can tear out muscle fiber and tendons doing that, and it’ll hurt. a lot.

if you think you’re in danger, call someone, or even just pretend to call someone, and then make plans, loudly. even fake plans work, just make them soon. if someone is following you, knowing that you’ll be expected somewhere/your absence will be immediately noticed is sometimes enough to ward off the very unfriendly folk.

it’s worth it to keep pepper spray, I accidentally indirectly caught myself with it when testing to make sure it works, and the smell alone made me tear up. I was coughing and blowing my nose for several hours after, so imagine spraying it in someone’s eyes, the intended use.

it’s worth shining a light in the backseat of your car, especially if you left it unlocked. the previously mentioned unfriendly folk have used the method of laying in the back waiting for you to enter the vehicle, so a couple seconds to check can’t hurt.

keep valuable looking items away from windows, this hopefully lessens the chance a burglar will choose your house

be wary of a big truck or van parked next to your driver side door, that’s also a kidnapping tactic. It’s worth it to get in on the other side—lock the doors immediately—and crawl over

be wary of someone stopping you and asking you for directions, if you’ve seen a dog, etc, as opportunists prey on your inclination to be helpful (obv it’s not bad to want to help people, but don’t be afraid to say “no, sorry” and keep moving, this is how Ted Bundy lured in his victims)

if someone grabs you, drop your body weight. rag doll, go limp. the attacker will likely have to adjust his grip. If they manage to keep ahold of you, don’t try and pry away their hands, try and grab their thumbs and BEND

if you’re aware you’re having a heart attack, force yourself to cough, that’ll keep the heart pumping

You’re better off screaming “FIRE!” than “HELP!”, as people often don’t want to get involved, which is sad and frustrating but true, but a fire involves everyone around you

if you’re struggling to light a (gas) stove, and it’s making the clicking noise but there’s no flame, wait for awhile because now there’s gas in the air that depending on how many times you tried to light the stove, wouldn’t be a good idea to light

when giving cpr: dominant over nondominant, to the center of the chest between the nipples. it helps to hum Staying Alive, as the tempo aligns with the cpr treatment. don’t stop if you hear/feel a rib crack, bones mend, a stopped heart doesn’t

tip from firefighters: search rooms with the back of your hand. if you think a room is on fire, feel the metal door handle with the back of your hand, that way if it’s hot you burn the back and don’t reduce your ability to grip things. this also prevent grabbing ahold of an electrical outlet with a current in it, the electricity invading your body will contract your muscles making you unable to actually let go of the outlet

Keep adding your own please! This is a very short list, and you can never know too much on safety precautions

[animeyanderelover]

Hi could I request a prompt with Gon aged up of course with a relentless violent s/o who sometimes gives him a run for his money literally ! I think it be paired best with this yandere prompt 9 “Do you want me to break your legs or lock you in a cage to prevent you from running away?”

That’s a rather dark prompt which doesn’t seem to fit a sunshine like him. But on the other hand every Yandere has a dark side. Gon is aged up in here.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, delusions, mentioning of violence, mentioning of abuse, violence, biting, scratching, aggressive behavior, threatening

Prompt 9: “Do you want me to break your legs or lock you in a cage to prevent you from running away?”

There were two kind of people in this world. The ones that were able to get everything that they wanted to and the ones that had to fight to survive. You were the latter, born in a poor family who had barely enough money to take care of the minimum of everything. You had been taught that if you wanted to reach something in this world, you needed to fight. Fight for food, for money, for your life. That was what your parents had taught you from a very young age on. They had hit and kicked it into you, wanting you to be able to stand strong against whatever the future would hold against you. And so you had grown with a somewhat distorted view on this world. You believed solely that only the strong ones would survive and the ones at the bottom had to scratch and claw and bite their way through this life to survive. But what happens if someone from the top of the food chain starts chasing you down? What tells the law of the weaker you in this case? It’s either giving up and letting yourself get stripped from your freedom or it’s to keep fighting. And you had been born as a fighter, you had always been one, were one and would always be one. No matter how much you had to struggle. You would survive. You would take your freedom back.

You remembered that someone had called you once after you had beaten the living shit out of them that you were some sort of savage animal. Many would have taken that as an insult. But not you. Because he was right in some way. There were similarities between you and a savage animal. You both fought to survive, you both were loners and you both were hard to tame. And if someone would try to take you and lock you away you would fight back, you would hiss and bite and scratch and whatever was necessary to save your life. But there were certain situations where this wasn’t enough. Not when you were the prey and he was the predator. You couldn’t escape him, no matter how much and how hard you tried. He always found you in the matter of only a few weeks, no matter how careful you were. You were talking about someone who was on the top of the food chain, the strongest of the strongest. Gon, your so called “lover”. Never in your life you had met someone like him. You had often been faced with people who were stronger than you, resulting in you running away and getting really aggressive if you were cornered. Like an animal. But you had never seen someone like him. Never had you witnessed such brute strength, never had you seen such a dark look in so bright eyes. Never had you ever felt so much fear in your life. And the more you feared, the more violent you got. You were scared, scared of this devil in disguise.

“You’ve gotten better since the last time. Killua and me had a much more harder time to track you down than the last time. We needed to spent a lot more money as well. I’m always impressed by how fast of a learner you are. You’re adapting always so fast in new situations which is why I don’t quite understand why you won’t adapt to this one.” He sounded as cheerful as ever, completely ignoring that you were hanging all tied up over his shoulder, swinging with every step he took lightly back and forth. You felt beyond enraged, being taken from your ability to move even the slightest bit. The ropes were tight and you felt like your blood circulation would be caught off if this would continue. This didn’t mean that you didn’t try, trying to get violently out of his grip which seemed quite impossible given how incredibly tight his grip was, only getting stronger and stronger the more you moved that at one point you were sure it would leave a bruise. You angrily screamed, being muffled by the gag, staring with a glare filled with hatred at him. “Wow! Easy there (y/n). If you continue to behave like this I might hurt you on accident.” When saying this his grip tightened so incredibly that you needed to whine a bit, a painful throbbing signaling that your hip couldn’t take much more.

“Don’t worry though. We’re almost home again! Then I can free you from these ropes and the gag. I’m sure they must be very tight. Sorry for that, but Killua and me just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t try anything stupid during the flight back here.” That was right. You were trapped like a caterpillar in a cocoon for nearly twelve hours now, being all tied up the moment Gon had found and catched you again. The only times you had been freed a bit was when Gon had tried to feed you and give you something to drink. The bite mark was still visible on his arm, dried blood sticking around it. That wasn’t the only one though. If someone looked closely they would be able to see much more than just this on his arms. His whole biceps was littered with bite and scratch marks, permanent scars and reminders of how vicious you really were. You had escaped quite often before, always finding ways to sneak out and follow the call of freedom. But Gon and that damn snow-haired friend of his always found you, but, to your huge satisfaction, they always needed with each new attempt of yours longer to find you. You slowly started to outsmart them, a good thing. But this time something was different, you could sense it very well around him.

It was the air around him. It felt much more heavier, sending warning chills up your spin and making all the alarms in your body ring. Gon also acted differently, it was subtle, but you were a natural sharp observer. His normally sweet tone seemed more strained than usual and his eyes somewhat looking clouded with a dark emotion. And you were smart. You had to be in order to always find a way out of dangerous situations. Had you perhaps finally crossed his limits? You would have lied if you would have said that you hadn’t had a much more easier time to escape due to his purehearted behavior. But you knew that everyone had a snapping point, even the calmest of persons would eventually snap. And the sweetest and calmest ones had most of the times the scariest reaction when finally losing it. And the whole atmosphere around Gon screamed dangerous, making you struggle frantically in order to crawl away from him. You had the feeling that you couldn’t breathe when near him. You needed to get away from him! But there was no way to do so unless you broke your hip which wasn’t an option for you. You would be an even easier prey so vulnerable like this.

But sadly it was already too late. You realized that the moment the house he had kept you those past few months came into your view again. You hated it, being locked up against your free will there just so Gon could prove his love to you. Ridiculous! Pathetic! What was he even hoping for?! You were someone who had learned that being alone was the best option. You could only fight for yourself when you hadn’t been born with anything else. That was the harsh reality from this world, but this guy had never seen how hard childhood could be. How it was to be a burden for your own parents and being kicked out of the house every day and being told to only come back if you had either money or food. But this guy was caught up in his own stupid delusions, believing he could help you with your life. But your life had been just fine before he had entered it! You felt dread and frustration swirling up in your stomach when you heard him unlocking the door and stepping in. In the place you despised more than anything else. Because it was the place that always stood for that he would never let you escape him. The place was almost mocking for you, reminding you always that he was stronger than you. But you were catching up. Hopefully.

“Here we are! Safe and soundly home again!” You hissed angrily through the gag at him, wanting to just claw at his face to wipe that stupid grin out of his face. It annoyed you, but it also looked very scary when put together with the look in his eyes. You were carried upstairs, Gon placing you carefully down the bed before locking the door to the floor up before opening one of the drawers and pulling something out. Handcuffs. You growled warningly. “I apologize for this, but I want to make sure that you don’t attack me as soon as I free you again.” He glanced shortly at all the scars and the bite mark on his arms. You hated it that you weren’t able to defend yourself right now, your ankle being cuffed to the bed before Gon carefully began untying you, ripping away the ropes and finally the gag. The moment he had done that he quickly grabbed both of your arms, slamming them against the headboard of the bed with ease and cuffing them to the bed as well. “Bastard!! Free me from those things so I can take your goddamn eyes out!!” You angrily pulled at all the handcuffs, shaking and hissing angrily to be free again. That was until you felt it. The extreme intensity of the air suddenly lifting itself, giving you the feeling that you could be crushed at any moment. For a short moment you stopped moving, instead staring with a terrified look at Gon who was standing right next to you and was staring at you.

“You know (y/n)”, he started and bent down to be closer to you,”I really try to be patient with you and to help you. But I feel like you just don’t want to accept my help.” You felt terrified, looking directly into his eyes that showed you something that could only be described as darkness. The fact that he was still keeping his smile was even more terrifying. “You always run away from me and use me for my kindness. And that hurt me. I tried to give you a new chance whenever I catched you and brought you back. But you never seemed to learn anything. You’re just too stuck in your own rules and past to let me help you. That’s why I came to the conclusion that I should probably be a bit more strict on you in order for you to learn. But I’ll still take good care of you, don’t worry. One day you have to start loving me as well.” By now you pulled so tightly against the handcuffs that you had the feeling that you could cut your limbs in half if you just added enough pressure on it. YOU HAD TO GET OUT OF HERE!! “I really didn’t want to have to do this.”, you heard him mumbling before moving his face closer and closer to you until his nose touched yours and you stared into his orbs. You remembered that there had always been light in them, but now they seemed empty. “Do you want me to break your legs or lock you in a cage to prevent you from running again?”

And all of a sudden you stopped struggling, instead staring with big and horrified eyes at him. What...What was he exactly?! You felt the sweat trickling down your forehead. Did he expect you to answer this? “If you can’t choose I’ll choose one of you.” So that was how it felt like. That’s how a small and weak animal felt moments before they were being eaten by it’s predator. “It seems like you aren’t able to make a decision now. Then I’ll choose for you. I go with...”

[babyybitchhhwrites]

Mugen x Reader 18+

Title: In the City

Rating:  Explicit/R-18+

Words: 8522

Warnings: cunnilingus, spit swapping, biting, creampie 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25298812

♥♥♥♥

The rain came suddenly and with the sort of vengeful, punishing force that put an immediate stop to the hustle and bustle of nightlife in the city. It seemed even the floating world of Edo, for as lively and vibrant as it was, could not claim immunity to nature’s unpredictable wrath. 

You’d been lucky enough to secure a relatively dry spot for yourself under the safety of an izakaya’s roof awning. The notion of going inside to warm up with a bottle of sake flitted through your mind, very briefly, but then you remembered that your travel funds had already been greatly depleted on the journey here. You couldn’t afford the extra expense. At least not until you found a job, anyway.

You didn’t anticipate that being much of a problem in the capital though, and your heart gave a little thump when you peered out into the gloomy night. It was odd to see the once crowded streets now completely deserted. Empty, save the quickly flooding potholes in the road. The hazy outline of buildings loomed up out of the shadows all around you, faintly glowing lamps flickering here or there in the distance. You thought it strangely peaceful despite the rain violently hammering down on the earth. 

It was far from quiet though, at least not compared to the small farming village you’d come from. Even the slightest noise sounded like a thunderous clap when everything else was immersed in silence out in the country but here it seemed there was a continuous din coming from every which direction. You could just make out the reverberating notes of a plucked shamisen further down the road. There was a baby crying in one of the adjacent houses, its baleful wails almost poignantly ironic when it bled into the racket coming from the red light district just one street over. A dog was barking somewhere nearby. Behind you, raucous laughter drifted out of the izakaya and brushed your shoulder like a passing stranger stumbling home, only further emphasizing your isolation in a city of thousands.

A shudder raced down your spine and you shivered, feeling strangely alone. You’d expected some amount of homesickness, yes, but it seemed too soon for that just yet. 

There was no helping it when you were standing in the middle of an unfamiliar city full of nameless faces though. Knowing each of them had their own individual lives to lead that had nothing to do with you, a mere outsider, unavoidably made you ache for what you’d left behind. It was like being lost out at sea with no sign of land in sight. Disconcerting, to say the very least. But try as you might, you couldn’t seem to shake the impression of drowning within the expansive Edo landscape and you wordlessly shuffled aside when the door opened up behind you with a soft clack.  

“Man, it’s really coming down.”

You snuck a quick glance at the man who’d stepped out under the awning with you. He turned his head to look at you too. The quiet beat of consideration that passed between two strangers only seemed highlighted by the pounding rain and then you looked away. 

“Guess you don’t have an umbrella then.” He sighed as he moved to lean against the opposite wall. 

“I wouldn’t be standing here if I did.” You said, casually offhand. The disinterested tone of your voice had been purposely constructed so as to discourage further engagement on his part but he either didn’t pick up on it or he didn’t care.

“Well, that makes two of us. Damn. My luck couldn’t get any worse.”

You tried to ignore him, to no avail. He just kept talking, having a one sided conversation with himself no matter how pointedly you stared out at the rain.

“I don’t even have enough to buy another bottle of sake so there’s no point going back inside. I’m not in the mood to get drenched though. Same probably goes for you too, huh, sweetheart?”

Lifting your brows, you turned to regard him with nothing short of scandalized affront. Was this how all men in Edo talked to women? You weren’t convinced of that, particularly when you took a second look at him. His skin gave off the faint impression of copper, ruddy with a cool undertone that seemed to suggest he hailed from the south. There was a slight accent too. Noticeable but hard to place. The realization that he was also an outsider to the decadent world of the capital should have been of some comfort to you, inspiring a sense of solidarity if not camaraderie. Something about him put you on the defensive though and you couldn’t decide if it was the sword strapped to his back or the scruffy, unkempt appearance he was unapologetically touting. Shady. Exactly as you’d been told the people in the city would be.

You narrowed your eyes at him in warning. 

“Scary.” He murmured, clearly more amused than intimidated. “You got a name?”

“That’s none of your business.” 

“I’m Mugen.”

“I didn’t ask.”

Snorting, he dropped his gaze lower and his lopsided grin turned wry. “You a runaway or something? Looks like you got your whole life stuffed in there.”

You turned your attention to the furoshiki sitting at your feet. He wasn’t necessarily wrong in his estimation - you really had shoved as much as you could fit inside and it looked close to bursting - but you didn’t appreciate the insinuation that you were a child simply disobeying their parents. You hadn’t run away so much as you’d snuck out in the middle of the night to avoid a confrontation you knew you’d never win. The farmers in the country were distrustful of the city on principle alone, often citing the gambling houses and pleasure quarters as proof of Edo’s inherent corruption from within. You weren’t about to waste your time trying to explain that to him and risk being labeled a bumpkin though, so you merely offered a delicate sniff in response. 

“Snooty. I like that.”

Your mouth twisted in a scowl. “I am not snooty. You’re just a boorish brute and I’ve got nothing to say to you. That’s all.” 

The stranger who was no longer a stranger in your mind but, rather, a man called Mugen gave an overeffected shrug. “No skin off my nose. How old are you?” 

“What part of ‘I’ve got nothing to say to you’ don’t you understand?” You could feel your face starting to grow hot. 

Laughing in a strikingly boyish manner, he pushed off the wall and stepped closer. The hair on the nape of your neck promptly stood on end and an unseasonable chill raced through your body as he closed the distance on loose, confident strides that spoke volumes about the sort of life he’d led. A predator. That was all you could think to call him and you were apparently the weak, isolated prey animal he’d set his sights on. Something not unlike panic started to claw at your throat but you already knew running would be a futile effort. You were effectively cornered. Trapped. 

Your only option was to stand there, frozen to the spot with your heart pounding a frantic beat against your rib cage. The thought that this is how a hunted rabbit must feel when a half starved fox was closing in for the kill flashed through your mind and then camped there. You were just as helpless as the hare though and, craning your neck back, you met Mugen’s infuriatingly attractive half-mast gaze head on. 

He seemed to like that and hummed in quiet approval. “You’re awfully talkative for someone who claims they’ve got nothing to say. I think we just haven’t found the right topic yet, sweetheart.”

“How arrogant.” It was a real struggle to keep your tone neutral now. “Why do you think I owe you any of my time?” 

Ignoring the question, Mugen reached out and you instinctively flinched. He only grasped your sleeve between lax fingers and listlessly tugged on it though, not at all unlike a child. “This is your nicest kimono, isn’t it?” He asked instead. “It’s well made but old. Even I can see that and you think I give a damn about clothes?” 

He inelegantly snorted and you took that as your cue to jerk out of his hold. “What is your point?” 

Another flippant shrug of his thin shoulders. “Just making an observation. Is that a crime?” You pursed your lips together and he pressed on, satisfied with that. “I bet if I took a look in your bag, the rest of your shit is even more beat up than what you’ve got on now. Not a fancy silk kimono in the bunch.”

“And?” You said archly. “Is that really so condemning?” 

Comfortably slouching, Mugen slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants with a testy sigh. “And it’s obvious you’re not from around here. Not the city, at least. You’re a country girl, aren’t you?” 

The breath caught in your throat. You suddenly couldn’t speak; all of your witty, sharp tongued remarks failing you when you needed them most, but your silence seemed to be answer enough for him. He smirked. 

“Thought so.” Piercing gaze roving down your ramrod stiff body, Mugen regarded the furoshiki at your feet again. “Considering how full you’ve got that bag, it’s not hard to figure out your angle. A sweet little girl from the country who ran away to Edo for something more than a life of farming. I’m right, aren’t I?” 

A tense beat of quiet passed over the spot under the Izakaya awning. 

“I’m not a little girl.” You stammered. It was the only thing you could think to say. 

“Coulda’ fooled me.” 

Hunching his shoulders, Mugen turned on his heel and unhesitatingly stepped out into the late summer downpour. You watched him go, reeling and knocked off course. Buoying in the tumultuous sea of doubts suddenly assaulting your mindscape in a torrential flood that made the rain storm seem a mere drop in the bucket by comparison. He’d come to you like a tsunami, abrupt and without mercy, ravaging your resolve in one fell swoop before receding just as quickly. 

He was a force to be reckoned with, of that you were sure, and he hadn’t even acted in a way that was outwardly aggressive. Mugen simply was what he was. A beast. Perhaps even the most dangerous of them all, because his retreating back sparked a feeling deep inside your gut that could only be described as longing. He was a threat to your person, your entire being. But there was no denying his magnetic pull and you didn’t stop long enough to consider the possible consequences of further engaging him. He hadn't really left you with any other choice. 

You moved to step after him only to trip, stumbling over your bag. 

Swooping down, you hauled the considerable weight of your past life up over your shoulders and stepped out into the rain. It was cold on your flushed skin but a welcome reprieve. Your hair was plastered to your skull in a matter of moments, though you hardly even noticed it as you scampered after him like a naive, hopeful stray.

If asked, you wouldn’t have been able to explain why you did it. You weren’t even entirely sure yourself. Maybe Mugen was simply the closest thing to an acquaintance you could lay claim to here in Edo or, perhaps more likely, he represented a much needed harbor of safety in this floating realm of hedonistic duress. You weren’t sure where to go from here or what to do with your new found freedom. But if he could ground you, even if only for one night, you felt certain you’d be able to face the unfamiliar city in the light of day. That’s what you tried to tell yourself, at least. 

But he didn’t ask. 

*

“Put your stuff wherever.”

Clutching the furoshiki in a death grip, you glanced around at Mugen’s room. It was small, though not exactly cramped. Humble would likely be a good word for it. 

The simple, unadorned inn was surprisingly quaint. It almost reminded you of back home but there was no mistaking the sheer difference in its construction. This was not the simple, economical structure of a farming village but rather the distinct product of an extravagant city that was forever evolving in more and more decadent ways. It only looked modest and unassuming because it had been designed that way. You could see the signs all around you, from the meticulously polished wood to the immaculate state of the tatami mats that were without a fray in sight despite the no doubt heavy foot traffic they were burdened with. It left you feeling decidedly out of place and you awkwardly stood standing by the doorway.

“I don’t want to intrude …”

Mugen scoffed and shot you a flat look over his shoulder. “Little late for that wouldn’t you say?” 

Your cheeks warmed but if he noticed, he paid it no mind. 

Moving further into the room, Mugen pulled the sword strap over his head and somewhat carelessly dropped the weapon onto the floor. His drenched happi came off next, tossed aside without a second thought. The white shirt underneath quickly followed and you squeaked in surprise - not because you were fool enough to have expected anything less staying with a man you’d only just met but because he was skin and bones. Gaunt didn’t even come close to describing it.

You could make out almost every single knob and divot in his spine. The hard lines of his shoulder blades jutted out, stretching the thin layer of skin across his back like brittle rice paper until it seemed as if the bone might rip through it if he wasn’t careful. The grooves of his rib cage were clear as day even from behind and you gulped, swallowing your nerves so forcefully that it left you momentarily lightheaded. You’d never seen someone so skinny before. The apparent fragility of his body was misleading but, even though you would have otherwise assumed him weak and frail, you still recognized that he was actually quite strong. Maybe even stronger than the boys back home who spent their days plowing fields and chopping wood who were twice his size. 

The impression of sharing a space with some mangy, feral dog only grew stronger while you watched him step up to the window facing out over the street and slide it open. You were able to see every muscle in his arm as it flexed with the motion, slight as it was but so densely packed that it appeared to violently bulge under ruddy skin. You quickly realized your initial assumption had been off by some margin. Mugen was all skin and bones and hard muscle, and you were starting to suspect that he was one of the most dangerous men in Edo. 

You abruptly felt some concern about following him here, back to his room at the inn, but then he turned to regard you with an expectant lift of his brows and you relaxed. For the time being, at least, you were safe with him. He was just a mutt looking for some company on a rainy night and he had no reason to harm you. It was fitting, given that you, too, had no place to call your own or anyone to share it with. Birds of a feather and all that.

“Is here fine?” You asked, moving to deposit your overflowing bag in the corner. 

“I don’t give a damn.” 

Mugen lifted his arms over his head in an exaggerated stretch that left his skin pulled so taut it was a miracle it didn’t split open right before your very eyes. The gaps between his ribs made your stomach clench and you quickly looked away, untying the furoshiki with trembling fingers. Everything inside was soaked. Not that it really mattered. His earlier estimation had been absolutely correct and all the clothes you’d brought with you were as good as trash. A glaring sign of your roots up in the mountains, far away from civilization and talented seamstresses. 

Sighing dejectedly, you tied the cloth back up so you wouldn’t have to look at its contents anymore. 

“Something wrong?” 

“Not at all.” Straightening, you turned and walked over to stand next to him in front of the window. It was still pouring outside and the mismatched pitter patter of raindrops on the clay shingle roof provided the room a strangely calming ambiance. It was peaceful here despite the ever present noise of city life. 

Curiously, Mugen peered over at you for a prolonged moment. “Aren’t you cold?” He said at last.

Now it was your turn to shrug. “I don’t have anything dry to change into.”

He clicked his tongue, closing the distance between the two of you in a single step. 

You froze, heart pounding in your ears when his narrow frame brushed up against yours without a hint of pretense or deception. Mugen’s demeanor was honest to a fault as his hands found your hips and settled there, guiding you forward until you were pressed up against him and you could feel the faint warmth of his body bleeding through your wet kimono and into you. A shudder rippled down your back, as anticipatory as it was anxious. You weren’t sure what to do - did he expect submissive compliance or wanton hunger? - and you held your breath when he leaned close to put his mouth next to your ear.

“Neither do I but I know how we can warm each other up.”

You lifted your hands to halfheartedly grasp at his bony wrists. “Isn’t this happening a little fast?”

“Sorry. I don’t like to waste time if I can help it.”

Tilting your head, you warily glanced up at him and whatever he saw in your face made him laugh.

“Don’t look at me like that. We don’t have to if you don’t wanna’. Despite what you think, I’m not actually a brute.” Narrow eyes twinkling with mischief, Mugen used his hold on your hips to steer you around so that your back was facing the open window. “But I can promise you won’t regret it. I’m leagues above those country boys you used to fool around with.” 

“How modest.”

That was all you managed to get out when he abruptly tightened his hold and hefted you up into the air. You yelped, surprised, and he plopped you back down almost immediately. Realizing he’d set you on the window sill, you fixed him with a disgruntled scowl as you huffily attempted to right yourself. The ease with which he’d plucked you off the ground had affected you more than you were willing to let on though, your insides vibrating at the casual display of strength while you struggled to find your orientation again. 

“A warning would have -”

Mugen silenced you with his mouth.

You jolted, fuzzy surprise washing over you at the sensation of coarse lips working against yours. He wasn’t gentle or slow. The exact opposite of every other kiss you’d ever been on the receiving end of. His ministrations were conversely demanding and rough, bordering on sloppy as he forcibly pried your mouth open so he could taste you. 

Gut clenching, you acquiesced with a muted groan. Mugen swallowed the sound and tilted his head so your lips were slotted more firmly together and he could delve the wet, sticky heat of his tongue past your teeth. It brushed yours in a slow, languid lick towards the back of your throat, making you swallow on reflex. He smirked into the kiss and you shuddered. This was as foreign to you as the city. Brash and formidable where you’d only ever experienced tentative, coaxing pecks before. It had you burning up in a matter of moments, your chilled nipples pebbling against the innermost layer of your kimono until you had no choice but to squirm at the heady sensation. 

It was like being lit on fire, you were sure of it, and you gratefully tipped your face towards the ceiling when he leaned back to regard your dazed expression. Smug and confident. Pleased. 

“It’s been a long time since I was last with a girl as honest as you.” He husked, the sly note in his voice not escaping your notice. 

“I am not honest.” You fixed him with a frazzled look of warning. Mugen didn’t seem to buy it though, continuing to hover over you with his hands bracketing your thighs against the window sill, and you irritably huffed. “What would make you say that, anyway?”

“The better question is what wouldn’t.” Reaching up, he grazed the rough pad of his thumb over your bottom lip which parted for him as if on command. “You’re not a virgin, are you, sweetheart?” 

You hesitated, thoroughly caught off guard by that question. “No.” You said at last. It wasn’t a lie. You’d just never been with someone like him before.

The corner of his mouth twitched higher. “Good. I won’t have to hold back then.” 

Mugen dipped his thumb into your mouth before you could draw a breath of protest, effectively silencing you again. Noising a weak complaint around the intrusion, you shot him a plaintive look but he remained as undeterred as ever. The pad of his finger pressed down on your tongue, making it writhe under the pressure in a tantalizing dance that had him drawing a slow breath of excitement. His other hand lifted and cupped your breast through the soaked cotton, giving it an experimental squeeze. Static zapped through you at the indelicate friction and you sat up a little straighter, pushing your chest further into his palm. He was still focused entirely on your mouth though, leaving you with no choice but to seal your lips around the base of the digit and obediently suckle.  

He offered you a quiet sound of approval. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he wanted, but you found it difficult to shake the feeling that your childish trysts with the village boys down by the creek had not properly prepared you for what Mugen had to offer. He was an entirely different breed. His own animal, as dangerous as he was gangly. The little voice in the back of your mind tried to insist that you weren’t ready for this - whatever this was - but your body seemed to have a mind of its own. When he slipped his hand inside the folds of your kimono, you readily arched into the touch. When his fingers found your stiff nipple you writhed and when he unceremoniously tweaked it, you gasped. You’d never felt so desperate from such simple, tactless attention before but you couldn’t deny what it was doing to you even if you’d tried.

Had it been anyone else pinching your nipple hard enough to draw a groaning whine from the back of your throat, you would have smacked them across the face. He was far too rough with you, insensitive and unnecessarily crude in the way he handled your body. You were ashamed to realize just how much you actually liked it though and when your pussy fluttered eagerly at the rough treatment, you subconsciously squirmed again. 

Mugen released a soft moan at the sight of you falling apart right before him, pushing down with his thumb and manually prying your jaw open until he could look straight down your throat. “Shit …” He paused to lick his lips, and you tracked the motion with your eyes. “You ever had a cock in your mouth, sweetheart?”

You jolted, molten heat flooding your guts when the mental image of what that must be like overwhelmed your thoughts. The notion had never crossed your mind before. The boys back home hadn’t been presumptuous enough to ask. You would have called such an act dirty if they had, adamantly refusing to put your mouth on the eager pricks they just as happily rutted into you with. They weren’t deserving of such dutiful submission. But it was different with Mugen. Not only did you want to do it but you could all too easily see yourself taking him as far as you could, right to the limit of your gag reflex, and it was enough to have you subtly grinding on the window sill underneath you. 

The dizzying magnitude of your arousal brought tears to your eyes as you shook your head, numb and quietly keening for him.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” He murmured, pulling on your lower jaw when you tried to close your mouth. “I don’t think it’s very popular outside of the brothels. Guess you’ve probably never had anyone go down on you either, huh?”

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was suggesting. “Thash dirhi!” 

Lazily smirking, Mugen curled his fingers under your chin and tugged you up straighter with his hold on your mouth. “Hey, don’t knock it til’ you try it. You probably won’t get this chance very often so you should be happy. Stick your tongue out, baby.”

Hesitantly, you obeyed. Your tongue slowly unfurled and tentatively slipped over his thumb even though your instincts were going haywire, screaming in protest to this degrading humiliation. The curious arousal searing your veins was all but palpable though and you watched, mesmerized, as he leaned close to hover over your face. Those thin, coarse lips parted, oozing a bubbling wad of saliva that dripped down towards your outstretched tongue at a tauntingly staggered speed. You whined, realizing too late what he was doing but not having the presence of mind to try and fight it. All you could do was observe its gradual descent and when the cooling spit touched its mark, you shook.

The glistening string that connected the two of you broke apart when he straightened to admire his handiwork, an expression of deep satisfaction flashing across his narrow face. “Now swallow it. Tell me how that tastes.”

His thumb retreated from your mouth, allowing you to do just that. The distinct flavor of his mouth clung to your taste buds as you choked down Mugen’s spit but it was, surprisingly, not half as repulsive as you would have guessed it to be. 

Dazedly, you swayed on top of the window sill and croaked out “It wasn’t terrible …” 

“Putting your mouth on someone's cock isn’t much different. Not dirty at all.” Looking quite smug, Mugen withdrew entirely and sunk down on his knees. You watched him with your heart in your throat, weakly trembling when he palmed your thighs so he could spread them wide. “Pussy, on the other hand, can get a bit messy. If you know what I mean.”

“I d - don’t know what you mean …”

He hummed as if he’d expected as much. Anticipated that response. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you followed the motion of his hand when he reached for the lower half of your kimono, hardly daring to breathe. It was almost impossible to wrap your mind around what was happening and even harder to grasp the fact that you were letting him do whatever he wanted with you. There was some kind of disconnect here. 

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain as he parted the cotton and shoved it aside so that it bunched around the obi circling your middle. You were suddenly exposed from the waist down and you shuddered so hard that your eyes seemed to vibrate in their sockets. Mugen was attentively inspecting your bare cunt, his nose a little too close to the curling tuft of hair for your liking, and you instinctively tensed when he reached up to touch you. 

“Calm down.” He huffed. “If you really don’t like it, I’ll stop. I don’t think that’ll be a problem though.”

“But it's so - ah!” 

His fingers found your slit, spreading the puffy little lips open without pause, and you rocked back against the edge of the window. Your face felt like it was on fire as you gaped down at him, the unmistakable sensation of beading sweat on your brow only adding to the damp quality of your skin after walking through the rain. No one had ever looked at you with such plain hunger before - at least not down there, when your core was inches from their face and they could see all of you and smell your cloying arousal in the air.

Whimpering, you twisted on the sill and tried to close your legs. The high strung embarrassment making your pulse pound was too much. You couldn’t stand to have Mugen, this stranger, unobstructedly staring at the core of your body like this but he was positioned in such a way that you couldn’t shut him out. Your knees merely knocked against his arms, the attempt seeming to spur him on rather than dissuade him. 

He grunted and shouldered his way further between your thighs so he could dip his face close. You drew a sharp breath to object but the sound puffed out of you in a frazzled squeal when his tongue darted out to trace the length of your labia from bottom to top. Wolf-like gray eyes roved up the length of your body to fix on your slack face. He looked like something wild and untameable. Something savage, particularly with his open mouth hovering over your cunt. You could just make out the glint of flat, blocky teeth in the sparse light that was stretching from the burning paper lamp off to the side. It made him appear almost inhuman and for the first time since stepping into this room, you felt the tickle of genuine fear at the back of your mind. 

Mugen was going to eat you, both figuratively and literally. God, why did that excite you so much? 

“Please …” You blubbered, not knowing what else to say. 

Dark lashes fluttered as he turned his focus to your defenseless pussy again. “It’s a little too early to start begging for it, sweetheart.” He muttered, chuckling darkly when the puff of hot breath on your exposed clit made you twitch. “I haven’t even started yet and you already look like you’re gonna’ cry.” 

Pausing, he pressed the rough texture of his lips against the gummy meat of your petal soft inner folds and mouthed at you. A strange choking sound erupted from your throat, prompting him to press into you tighter until you could feel the rough scratch of chin stubble teasing your cunt. The room began to swim as you rocked against the window, throwing your head back with a half stifled wail. You caught the sound of him swallowing the taste of you, his jaw opening wide to encompass your tingling clit in hot, wet warmth and then suckling. Spine snapping ramrod stiff, you lurched under him and blindly kicked out, your lips parting on a silent scream. 

The intensity of the sensation was too much. It was difficult just to draw breath when your cunt was lighting up in brilliant, overwhelming sparks of pleasure you’d never so much as fathomed before. You realized, in a far off, dreamy sort of way, that you’d been correct in your earlier estimation. Mugen was nothing at all like the boys from the village who only knew how to fumble and stab at you with their pricks. This was something else altogether. Heady and intoxicating, and your toes curled in delight when he lapped at you with his tongue. Another lick passed over the thrumming pleasure button nestled between your folds and then another. He abruptly pulled off you with a rough suck that made your soul feel like it was slipping out of your body, the accompanying masculine grunt of satisfaction he issued rushing straight to your loins. You could hardly stomach the sheer magnitude of arousal you were all but suffocating under because of him. 

“Mugen …!” You gasped, fumbling to grab hold of him. His fingers, his wrist, the haphazard shock of hair atop of his head. It didn’t matter. You just needed to feel him under your hands. 

“I knew you’d like it.” He rasped, self-satisfied and confident as he grinned up at you from his spot between your legs. “Aren’t you glad you trusted me?”

You managed to snag a fistful of his brown hair and you arched, presenting your slick cunt to him. “Trusting you might have been the worst mistake of my life.” You hissed. “Please don’t stop …”

Softly groaning when you tugged on the strands between your fingers to encourage him back into action, Mugen shot a smolderingly fierce look up the length of your body. “Awfully demanding for someone who didn’t even want me to do this, aren’t you?”

“I'm sorry.” It sounded like a plaintive sob. 

Noising a pleased hum, he relented at last and lowered his mouth to your cunt again. The fingers on your labia spread, pulling you further open for him, and you seethed when he tauntingly flicked at your clit with just the tip of his tongue. Thighs twitching, you pulled on his hair again but he refused to budge. He seemed content just to roll the meaty little nub back and forth, side to side, occasionally crisscross to keep you on alert. Never too much pressure though, nothing too direct and satisfying enough to send you over the edge. It was maddening and you keened, not caring who might hear when you were half hanging out the window. The only thing you could focus on was how all the sensation in your body seemed to have funneled down into a fine, pulsating pinprick of static electricity and he was relentlessly toying with that vibrating cluster of nerves like he was getting paid to do it. You’d never felt such dizzying desperation in all your life.

“Mugen! Please! Stop teasing me! I can’t ta - aaake it!”

He was watching you writhe from under the hooded fall of his lashes, sallow cheeks hollowing out when he deigned to suck at you again. You almost came up off the sill, that’s how hard you arched when the tension in your loins doubled and then tripled. Delirious, you jutted your pelvis up and humped his mouth in a lewd display of carnal distress that would surely embarrass you later when you remembered this moment. But for the time being at least, all sense of dignity had been thrown to the wayside. Thoroughly useless to you when he was making you feel so good. You just wanted release and you wanted it now. But, much to your groaning disappointment, he pulled back when it became apparent that you were getting close, leaving you to sob brokenly at the loss of his tongue. 

“I’ve got one rule.” He intoned, his voice thick and guttural. “I’ll go down on you as much as you want but you’ll always cum on my cock. No exceptions.” 

Feeling hysterical, you sat up straight and fixed him with a wild eyed look. “Then do it!” 

Mugen snorted. “Bossy now that you’ve got a taste of it, huh?”

You wanted to reach out and choke the life right out of him. You suspected he’d probably like that though, hesitating when you saw him reach for his pants. A new wave of anxiety washed over you, uncertain and nervous. He was so different than any other man you’d ever known that you couldn’t help wondering if this would be very different too. You’d only seen a handful in your short life, after all, but the breath still caught in your throat when he shoved the baggy material down his legs and his cock sprung up into the air. Ruddy, like the rest of him, but a shade or two darker. The mess of curly dark hair at the base looked more fluffy than coarse and you suddenly realized that the hair on his head was the same way. It had felt like an impossibly thick mass of silk between your fingers and you wondered if the strands crowning his dick were just as smooth to the touch.

Your mouth started to water and you swallowed hard, wondering if he’d let you return the favor later. He probably would.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” 

Starting, you jerked your attention up from his crotch. Mugen was already reaching out to grab you around the waist and when he pulled, you let him drag you down onto the floor with him. You trembled with jittery anticipation as he sat back on his haunches and guided you into his lap. Hands finding his bony, narrow shoulders, you squirmed over top of him while he took a moment to glide his finger through the mess he’d made between your legs. Each brief, fleeting touch to your throbbing clit made you jump but he was apparently serious about wanting you to cum with his prick wedged inside you. He was purposely avoiding the sensitive pearl, focusing most of his attention on your slick entrance. You sincerely hoped you’d be able to find release like this.

“You’re soaked.” He laughed, the humor in his voice anything but innocent. 

“Because of you.” You snipped back halfheartedly.

“That’s right. Because of me.” Drawing a slow inhale, Mugen used his hand on your hip to push you down while the other guided himself to your dripping hole. “And don’t you ever forget that.”

A gasp caught in your throat when you felt the glans touch your sticky labia and you jolted, rising up on your knees a fraction of an inch. He merely squeezed your doughy soft flesh all the harder, forcing you down until the tip of him was pressing into you. Forcibly spreading the meaty lips apart in daunting slow motion. Breaching your body at such a staggered pace that you had no choice but to comprehend every individual blinding wave of pleasure that washed over you, one right after another. 

You keened, digging your nails into Mugen’s flesh as you gradually sunk down onto his hard length. Reflexive tears sprung up in your eyes while you reveled in the sensation of being stretched out around him, seemingly right to the absolute limit. It was overwhelming and somehow not enough at the same time. You could hardly think straight anymore, your once frantic mind now grinding to a complete standstill. Every ridge, every vein, the slight curve of him. You felt it all. Such acute hyper awareness was foreign to you but you basked in it, groaning deep in your chest when you finally settled on top of his thighs a small eternity later. 

The stuffed full sear of penetration was exquisite. 

“Gods, you’re tight.” 

Grunting, Mugen wrapped his long arms around you and shoved his face into your neck. You inhaled a sharp, faltering breath as you curled your arms around his shoulders. With a weak, experimental bounce, you rocked into him. He groaned, squeezing you so tightly that there were sure to be blooming purple splotches in the shape of his fingers come morning. You didn’t care though. The promise of absolution spurred you on and you repeated the motion, dazedly moaning when his cock exerted a delightful amount of pressure on your upper wall. 

“Little minx.” He all but growled, taking a playful nip at your pulse. 

Mugen leaned forward then, using his iron like hold around your middle to keep you seated on his lap so he could lazily thrust up into you. The tension in your guts increased and you wailed. His pubic hair tickled your clit, sending tingling shockwaves spider webbing all throughout your cunt and making you clench down around him. That seemed to punch the air out of his lungs and he wheezed. The slight but powerful muscles in his arms trembled slightly with the effort of holding himself back as he flexed up into you, working your contracting passage loose with a steady patience you hadn’t exactly expected from him. 

It was driving you mad, the exact opposite of what you’d wanted. Seething through your teeth, you clutched at him all the harder as you struggled to get one of your legs out from underneath you. A triumphant spark lit up inside your chest when you managed to brace your foot on the tatami, the angle all wrong and sure to leave you sore the next few days, but you didn’t care. All you could bring yourself to care about was chasing that promise of release with him and you used your newfound leverage to bounce in time with his thrusts. The steady clap of skin on skin gradually rose in the air, blending almost seamlessly into the ever present patter of pouring rain. You could just make out the sticky wet squelch coming from between your thighs every time your pussy sucked him in deep on every downward thrust and that, too, would likely embarrass you later. 

In the heat of the moment it was one of the hottest sounds you’d ever heard though and you gasped in delight as you clawed at his back. The worryingly pronounced ridges of his spine that had alarmed you not all that long ago now only added to the appeal of his lithe frame driving into you, over and over again with increasingly powerful thrusts. It didn’t take long at all for his tempo to pick up as your squeezing walls relaxed around him, driving into you hard enough to knock the air right out of your lungs. 

You couldn’t seem to catch your breath any longer, the heaving grunts and groans bursting out of your mouth only making it all the harder to pull in oxygen. He was panting too, though not as labored despite the physical exertion he was putting his body through. It was in many ways astounding that someone who looked so horribly malnourished could keep up this kind of effort for so long and his stamina was far greater than you’d been prepared for. All of your previous encounters with the opposite sex had ended within minutes after starting but this was much more intense. Prolonged and drawn out. Mugen showed no signs of stopping any time soon and your leg quickly grew tired in this awkward position, aching almost as badly as your pussy. 

With a frustrated wail, you went limp in his arms and let him ragdoll you for an extended beat. You caught the sound of him chuckling breathlessly against your neck but you were no match for him. That much had been obvious right from the start though, and you didn’t care. The driving force of his smoothly gliding thrusts was satisfying enough now that he’d picked up the pace and you chose to focus on that instead. Cumming like this did not seem like such an impossibility any more.

“Muh - Mugen …! You feel so - oooh good!”

“Yeah? You like that, baby?” 

You jerkily nodded and buried your hand in his hair, gripping tight at the scalp. A faltering groan rose up out of him, rewarding for your trouble, and you choked when he changed the angle of his thrusts. He seemed to be hitting deeper and reaching further into your body than before. The head of his cock tickled your cervix and you jerked on top of him when the jolts of pleasure made starbursts erupt across your rapidly blurring vision. It lit every nerve ending in your body on fire, swallowing you in a rush of carnal bliss. 

Mouth hanging wide open, you flung your head back. Mugen tightened his arms around you, threatening to suffocate you right on the spot if you weren’t careful, and tipped forward on his knees. Your back hit the wall just under the window sill with a solid thump, causing you to cry out with renewed desperation. His unruly hair was sticking to his face as he bent over your trembling body and slammed into your squelching cunt at the perfect angle to attack the dense, thrumming cluster of nerves just on the other side of your inner wall. Your trembling leg flew up into the air and curled around his narrow waist, squeezing him as tight as the tired muscle would allow. You were so close you could practically taste it on your tongue and he seemed to recognize the distant, doped out look pinching your expression for exactly what it was.

“You gonna’ cum for me, baby?” He said, struggling to get the words out.

Your response bordered on hysterical and the words came out so scrambled that even you had no idea what you were trying to say anymore. 

Mugen didn’t seem to mind though and, baring his teeth in a leering smirk, he shoved you further up against the wall until your neck started to scream in protest. “Yeah, I got you all figured out now. That sweet spot is mine. This pussy is mine.” Ducking his head, he latched his mouth onto the swell of your breast where the kimono had slid open and bit down. Hard.

You shrieked, the pain meshing so suddenly with the pleasure that you forgot how to breathe for a split second. Your cunt spasmed and squeezed, but he remained undeterred as he continued to fuck into you while he animalistically marked you as his. Every muscle in your body instantly locked up in dizzying tension and, with a strangled groan, the coil snapped. 

Coming up off your breast with a triumphant groan, Mugen watched you spasm and writhe throughout your hard won orgasm. It was intense - easily the most intense sensation you’d ever experienced - and you felt like something wild as you shook on his cock. You couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. Only feel, and it threatened to bowl you right over the longer it wracked your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. His thrusts never faltered though, continuing to drive into your creamy cunt until you were sure you couldn’t stand much more. Sensitized and raw, you were like freshly wrought clay in his arms while he chased his own release, looking like some heaving, half starved beast above you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good!” He practically snarled. “Keep squeezing me like that! I’m getting close!” 

A high pitched, overstimulated whine clawed its way up your throat as you clung to him all the more fervently. Mugen’s hard, bony shoulders started to tremble under your palms, the only outward sign that he was telling the truth, and your helpless bleating quickly took on a more dire tinge when his hips began slamming into you even harder. Faster. His pace was quickly losing its rhythmic push and pull, becoming increasingly more frantic with each passing second. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the sheer force of his thrusts, an unseemly dribble of saliva creeping from the corner of your mouth. You couldn’t have been less concerned about it though. All of your limited brain power was focused on one thing and one thing only. 

Mugen was going to cum inside of you. 

“Shit,” He sounded winded. Like he’d been sucker punched. “Did you just get even tighter?”

You wordlessly groaned, unable to form a coherent sentence even if you’d wanted to. 

The coarse sound of pleasure that rumbled inside his chest had your pussy lighting up all over again and you subconsciously clamped down around him. Mugen lurched over top of you, slamming into your aching pussy with all his might once, twice and then a third time. A full bodied shudder rippled down the length of his spine, you could feel the power behind it as the roiling wave systematically worked its way down to his groin. Hips stuttering, he let loose a seething howl that made your toes curl in response and then you felt the hot, sticky mess of seed flooding your cervix in the next heartbeat. You gasped when it kept coming, one spurt after another, all of it settling in heavy clumps against your palpitating inner walls. 

Stunned, you didn’t dare move while he tried to catch his breath. The thick, viscous discharge seemed to bubble inside of you, quickly adjusting to your body’s temperature as if to blend in, but it was still painfully noticeable. You’d have to remember to buy some contraceptive herbs first thing in the morning. 

Hissing, Mugen slowly detached you from his cock and lowered you down onto the floor just a brief moment later. His arms were shaking, apparently tired in the aftermath. “Damn.”

You shifted so that your neck wasn’t all bent up, keenly aware of the sloppy mess oozing out of your well fucked hole without him there to stopper it. This wasn’t the time to complain about that just yet though and instead you settled on “You curse a lot.” 

He grunted a humorless laugh and looked up at you from under the fringe of hair that had fallen over his brow. “You gonna’ wash my mouth out or something?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Scoffing, Mugen reached out to grab the meat of your arm. You tensed, the inexplicable thought that he was going to kick you out of his room now that he’d gotten what he wanted flitting through your mind. A tinge of disappointment sparked to life in your chest, unbidden, but he merely pulled you against him and flopped down onto the floor. The resulting thump seemed to rattle the walls, though neither of you paid it any mind. You were far more concerned with figuring out what he was doing, eying the man suspiciously, whereas he appeared intent on catching a nap. His eyes were closed and the labored canter of his breath slowly evened out while you watched him, studying the subtle signs of relaxation on his face. He was quite handsome when you looked at him like this. 

It was too good to last though and his brows furrowed after a quiet beat. “Are you planning to watch me or sleep?”

You cocked a brow at that. “The beds over there.”

Clicking his tongue, Mugen rolled over and half sprawled himself out on top of you. His topmost leg thrown over yours, arm stretching across your middle, yours and his clothes still all askew. You couldn’t help thinking it was the most unfriendly bear hug you’d ever received. A mangy stray right down to the letter, it seemed. 

“The floor will do just as fine. Trust me.” He yawned. “I’ve slept on much worse.”

“But the bed -” You futilely tried to reason.

“Sleep now. I’ll fuck you nice and slow in the morning. Promise. Just be quiet.”

You huffed. “At least let me take off my kimono then. It’s soaked!”

Mugen lifted his head and cracked an eye open so he could peer over the length of your body, the interest in his half asleep face undeniable. “Alright, deal.”

[13atoms]

First Kiss

hey whats up you guys welcome back to me fulfilling my personal fantasy of telling Orlo he’s really pretty 

You had bitten your lip and cringed with second-hand embarrassment at Peter’s routine shaming of Orlo. The Emperor made him perform like a circus animal, to be laughed at, mocked. You had looked away as he morosely mimicked fucking his own hand, to uproar from those around him. You were unable to imagine what it must be like to be in his shoes.

It hadn’t escaped your notice that he had left the banquet hall, head ducked and pace quick, the second attention had been pulled from him.

Just this once, you followed him.

If not a friend, you considered Orlo a contemporary, an ally perhaps, in this court of mayhem, debauchery and treachery. Despite a little shyness, he had been nothing but lovely to you.

Once, when everyone else had forgotten the meaning of the day because of some great visitor, you had found fruit and cake left in your rooms. Atop it was a handwritten scrap of parchment wishing you a ‘happy birthday’ from Count Orlo. After a day of misery and disappointment, you had sobbed at the sweetness of the gesture, vowing to repay him some day.

He would never know how much that thoughtfulness had meant to you.

As you followed him through the corridors Orlo was fast, and you thought you had lost him as he rounded a corner. A door slammed shut. Surrounded by a half-dozen identical options, you had no idea where he had gone. At least, until you realised you were near the library. Mystery solved.

“Orlo?” you called, opening the door slowly.

Afraid he might spook like a prey animal, you trod lightly past the derelict shelves, moving slowly, trying to spot him.

A curved staircase to the second floor was partially hidden by abandoned furniture, and you heard movement on it.

“Its me, Orlo.”

“Please don’t follow me.” A weak voice came from above you.

Even with his attempts to disguise it, you could hear he was crying. You sat on the staircase.

A moment later, he reappeared on the second floor of the library, and moved through the shadows of the room to sit above you.

“Peter’s a dick,” you called, voice too loud for the space, making sure he heard your anger.

“I could not possibly comment.”

Even without being able to see him, Orlo’s dry wit still could still amuse you.

You pulled your feet to the stair you were sat on, accepting the dirtiness it would cause on your clothes. You allowed your voice to turn tender, hoping you might lure down the bureaucrat like a scared kitten in a tree.

“You don’t deserve the cruelness he gives you.”

“It is his idea of fun, I suppose. A joke.” Orlo spat the words, and you cringed at the vitriol in his voice. “I’m pathetic.”

You leant back against the step, letting it dully dig into your back. He was too far away to see, his weak voice drifting through the eerily silent room to you. You had to call up to him a little, to be heard.

“You remember last year? You sent me a birthday present?”

“I did.”

“You were the only person who remembered.”

The admission made you feel pathetic, but you hoped Orlo might feel less alone. He was a good man. Deserving of a far higher opinion of himself.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it made my day. And made me feel a lot less alone. So, thank you.”

Shuffling.

Finally, he appeared from the darkness, moving down the staircase to sit a few steps from you. More even in footing, you could finally see his face as he spoke.

“You deserve better than that.”

“As do you. And yet, here we are.”

He laughed at that, a hollow, sad chuckle which made you want to hug him, offer him comfort.

“Is he often that mean to you?”

The sad smile didn’t leave his face.

“Unfailingly. I am a part-time advisor, part-time jester, I fear.”

“Why?”

Cocking his head, Orlo stared past you as he spoke, past the ornate railings of the spiral staircase you perched on, looking for something atop the darkened bookcases behind you. You had to resist the urge to follow his gaze, to try and see where his mind was drifting to.

“Because Peter hates what he does not understand, I suppose. Perhaps he sees my knowledge as a threat. Perhaps just because he finds it funny.”

“Finds what funny?” you asked.

“My inexperience. Ineptitude. That is why I’m pathetic.”

“I have been told Peter’s own skill is vastly overplayed, if that helps.”

His drooping expression told you it didn’t.

“I am unsure whether it is some shocking political cleverness, or simply a lucky by-product of who he is. Peter has such a skill for embarrassing people. It’s shockingly effective, how he controls them.”

“And he believes he can humiliate you into servitude by picking on your inexperience?”

Orlo sighed.

“I have never even kissed a woman. And he reminds me of it, daily. That I will never be loved, that I’m not worthy of it. He knows how to affect me, and even though I know how he holds power over me, the sting is not numbed.”

Your heart broke for him. You tried to reach up the staircase for his hand, but he moved it into his lap, away from you.

“I am sure I know a dozen women who would kiss you, Orlo.”

“That is generous of you to say. Overly generous. Even if it were true, I wouldn’t know how.”

Disbelief was unguarded on his face, and it brought a sinking feeling to your chest.

“Perhaps I can show you?”

He scoffed, but the mirth didn’t reach his eyes. He fidgeted in place, looking anywhere but your face. Which was a shame, because had he looked he might have read the longing on it. The compassion, rather than the disgust he feared.

“No, I don’t want to force you. To make you pity me,” he stammered a little as he leant away, and you rose up a step to be closer, face to face with him.

“It would be a pleasure, I promise.”

Orlo fell silent, staring at your eyes like he was hypnotised, or petrified in stone by a Medusa. He wet his lips, and your mind was made up.

He was frozen still as you approached him, using your thumb against his cheek to try and convince him to engage with your lips. Eventually, clumsily, he began to get the idea. With gentle moans you encouraged him, guiding him to copy you as you went further, until you felt him jolt at the sensation of your tongue on his.

You let him breathe a few times, before pulling him back, until you could hardly tell he was new to this. With patience, you let him explore, experiment, until his hands found your face, and he groaned into the kiss.

You smiled against his lips, and pulled away.

“Good.”

Panting with adrenaline, stoked by your approval, he smiled too.

“Thank you. For teaching me.”

His lips were parted, and he held your eye contact. You didn’t glance down, but you knew the state he would be in. You could see arousal plain on his face.

“I feel honoured to be the first,” one hand fell to his thigh as you leant in again.

His eyes were slightly glazed, and you realised how badly you wanted to see him fucked-out, that beautiful expression completely out of his control. He was watching your face, struggling with how close the pair of you were. You kissed him chastely again, and he pursued you when you pulled back.

“Frankly, I can’t believe I’m the first.”

“Its embarrassing,” he mumbled.

“It is astounding, for a man as beautiful as you.”

This time, he needed no instigation, and possessed complete confidence. Like magnetism, you felt drawn to him. He kissed you.

[rvmmm21]

just realised it’d probably be a good idea to actually post some hybrid stuff instead of just shouting myself out, huh. 

jindo!seungwan x vampire!joohyun.

‘come here, little puppy’

...

thwack!

Razor- sharp fangs were at the ready as the trap went off. A shrill yelp filled the cool air and sent a flock of birds scattering into the midnight sky. Setting up a trap was very un-vampire like, but she never cared for the chase. She was impatient; wanting to sink her fangs into her prey as soon as possible. It had been a while, too long in fact, since the vampiress had had a fresh meal of any sort. The modern day and age often left her with little choice but to resort to prepacked blood bags from local vending machines. They were as bland as they were pricey, and Bae Joohyun had found herself increasingly unwilling to spend that much money on stale tasting pigs’ blood.

Freshly caught meals were a rare luxury, and Joohyun smirked as she readied herself for the first kill of the night.

Rounding the tree from where she’d been waiting, she gracefully made her way over to the tiny shifting bundle shrouded in the shadows. Her enhanced vision told her something was amiss about this meal; mainly the fact that it was not in the shape of her usual deer or other small animal, but very, very human.

Well, kind of human.

Joohyun was processing newer information with each step she took. She would’ve automatically passed the hectic bundle under the thick, roped net as a human. A human girl, no less. That was until she noted the pair of soft, pointy ears nestled between thick locks of layered golden-brown curls and the fluffy tail behind her.  

Ah, a hybrid, she thought, stepping into the moonlight and making her presence known to the oblivious little heap thrashing about at her feet.

She stood there, unmoving, and fighting every urge to just pick the little thing up and carry it home right then.

The captured girl froze in her tracks when she felt a sudden cold gush over her, making her shiver and prick her sensitive ears towards the direction of the stillness.

How cute.

Yes, she wouldn’t lie. Joohyun had fully intended on devouring anything and everything the night (and net) brought her. The squeals and struggles of her usual kills gave her no pause as she drained them dry and carelessly disposed of their carcasses. However, this. This was different. She surprised herself with how instantly infatuated she was by this adorable little hybrid. The way her ears were pressed flat against her head, weighed down by the heavy rope. The way her tail quivered ever so slightly, in fear no doubt, and those big, soft brown eyes with the unknowing ability to pierce right through her cold, dead soul. If she had a heart, it would’ve been fluttering and doing backflips by now, she was sure of it.

The vampire was so consumed by her captive that she forgot to be angry that she’d been swindled out of tonight’s meal.

The girl, on the other hand, was completely terrified as she beheld this elegant vampiric beauty with sleek raven hair casting a looming shadow over her trapped form. Her skin was flawless, un-kissed by anything other than the moon and it seemed to shimmer ethereally under the light of the stars. Her heart was going a million miles a minute, audibly thumping against her ribcage as her canine senses picked up on a peculiar warmth to this woman despite her deathly steely exterior. The woman began circling her, and she followed the movement with wide, shaky eyes.

Her attention snapped to the figure now crouching down beside her.

“Well look what we have here,” she sneered, making a show of licking her blood-red lips as the girl squeaked in fear, “A lonely puppy, all for me to snatch up.”

Joohyun had decided not to eat her, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t toy with her a little.

The terrified girl gave a small whimper and tried to scoot back as far away from the vampire as she could. But the net was small, and she’d pulled it taut in no time, exhausting all her options of escape.

The woman chuckled darkly and closed the distance between them once again. She didn’t miss how hard her little captive was panting, chest erratically rising and falling with every panicked breath.

“Nowhere to run, I’m afraid,” Joohyun paused when she caught sight of the girl’s neck; the paleness enhancing the way her pulse point on her jaw throbbed madly, and so deliciously bare.

My my, is she really? If she is… then this is too good to be true. Oh, this is Christmas.

“Oh dear, little puppy,” she smirked, feigning concern to which she already had the answer to, “where’s your collar? Do you not have an owner?”

Her smirk widened as her suspicions were confirmed when the girl meekly shook her head, ears flopping over and drooping sadly.

Poor thing, a stray. How could such an endearing creature possibly be a stray?

Anger bubbled up inside her thinking about who could’ve done this. It was obvious that this was a pedigree, and a fine specimen, at that. Definitely the type to be bred and bred from the finest bloodlines, only purpose in life to serve in show business or to be bought by filthy rich families who hadn’t the time nor a clue on how to properly raise a hybrid. It made her sick to her stomach. But she hastily brushed her emotions and opinions aside, focusing on the more important issue at hand.

“What’s your name, little one?”

“S-Seung-w-wan…” the girl barely even managed to stammer.

It was settled then. Seungwan needn’t worry, for she had found herself, willingly or unwillingly, a new home. Never had the vampiress made up her mind as fast as she did tonight, wanting nothing more than to keep this shivering little puppy warm and safe at all costs. It was so perfect, she almost forgot she’d come out tonight to feast, and her fangs had long since retracted. She’d been contemplating getting a pet ever since moving into her new place. Despite appearing aloof and reticent to the public eye, Joohyun had to admit that it did get more than a little lonely having to live with oneself day to day with nothing but your own lifeless soul for company. She desired companionship, and she was just waiting for the right time to acquire it.

But it seemed like fate beat her to it, in a night of unadulterated bloodlust.

“Well then, Wannie, it’s time to go home,” she said nonchalantly, pushing herself from her position and straightening up in preparation to cut the net.

She looked down at the shivering girl at her feet, curled up in a tight ball and burying her face in her fluffy jumper. The vampiress inwardly kicked herself for knowing she’d just as good as given the poor thing a heart attack.

Okay, façade’s up you idiot. Time to play nice.

Having had basic knowledge of dogs and the responsibilities that came with them from the time she was a young vampiress and her family had gifted her a Dachshund pup for her 100th birthday, Joohyun bent down once again to calm Seungwan down, hoping hybrids were the same. She'd adored Mr. Wiggles, but learning to come to terms with the loss of a pet was a grievous path known to animal lovers of all species, human or vampire. She had been far too upset for the next thousand years or so to even consider getting another pet, for fear of forgetting him and feeling as though he was easily replaceable. But it wasn't just a pit of despair, though. Pets were lovely; their warmth was like no other. You’d often find yourself questioning what on earth you had done, never quite sure how you’d come to deserve such boundless, unconditional love.

And Joohyun couldn't have felt more undeserving.

Ignoring the scared flinch she received for reaching into the net, she carefully extended a limp hand, as Seungwan strained her neck forwards to take cautious little sniffs at it and at the air around her, trying to detect any sort of potential threat. Of which she found none. Joohyun then began oh so gently scratching soothing circles on the puppy’s head behind her small floppy ears. Seungwan immediately let out a small, heart-breaking whimper as she tensed at the sudden contact, however, visibly relaxed when she realised the fingers weren’t hurting her, after which she instinctively sighed into the affectionate touch.

Joohyun let out a shaky breath of relief when it worked.

“There, there,” she cooed, taking care not to scratch too hard as she carefully observed Seungwan’s expressions, “Sorry for scaring you, little one. But I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Seungwan wasn’t sure how much of that she could actually trust, but in her current state of affairs she had little else to go by but the words of this bizarrely tender vampiress.

And she seemed to be keeping to it… for now, at least.

Seungwan just about rolled over in submission when Joohyun took one of her warm little ears and started rolling it softly between her fingers. Shivers ran down her body and her tail began unconsciously swishing back and forth. She’d never been touched like this before, and the poor thing shocked herself with how her body naturally responded to the simple caresses. She was so depreaved of any physical touch, affection aside, that the little that Joohyun was doing now overwhelmed her enough to willingly go along with it; to be taken in and taken care of, despite having her qualms about stranger danger.

“I’m going to take care of you, but you have to be a good girl and come home with me,” the vampiress couldn’t stop an escaping giggle at the sight of the girl practically drooling as she continued to roll her soft, velvety ear; eyelids heavy and pink little tongue lolled out at the corner of her mouth.

“Okay, puppy?” she inquired, taking her hand from out of the net.

The little dog whined at the sudden loss of contact, but unexpectedly nodded up at her with sad, glazed brown orbs.

We’re not even home yet. Wannie-ah, are you trying to kill me?

It was only when Joohyun was sure the girl had calmed down significantly to the point where she knew Seungwan wouldn’t try to run, did she give the net a quick slice with the small knife she kept handy at all times. She hurled the weight off and Seungwan’s ears sprung up, one sticking straight up and one happily folding over as she innocently glanced around, apparently not yet realising she was free. It was murderously heart-wrenching to behold; Joohyun had to thank her lucky stars she didn’t have one. She made quick work of crafting a makeshift noose and lead out of the remnants of the trap.

Holding the noose up in front of her with trembling hands, Joohyun held her breath, warily eyeing the unmoving girl as she carefully inched her way closer, utterly terrified that she’d make the one unfavourable movement that would cause Seungwan to bolt.

But it never happened. The puppy stayed put, head cocked and eyes on her the entire time.

“Okay Wannie, don’t be scared, I’m just going to put this around your neck. It’s only for now, I promise. It won’t be long.”

The vampiress was more than prepared. She was prepared to have to chase the girl down, subconsciously readying herself for when she’d make a run for it. A small part of her also prepared to give in, to accept the fact that she’d lost her little pet and resign herself to loneliness once more until she found someone or something that tugged at her as deep and effectively as Seungwan had tonight.

What she wasn’t prepared for, was abruptly being nose to nose with the girl in less time it took to blink, feeling her hands that were still clutching the noose now lightly grazing the tips of her shoulders. Joohyun had to forcefully blink the disbelief away before settling her gaze back on the floppy-eared girl now standing inches away from her, breath tickling her chin. A seismic shock wave threatening to wipe the earth would’ve flustered her less, as her entire being froze in this completely unprecedented display of dangerously blind trust only a puppy could boast.

So she just about keeled over and perished, as the terms and conditions of being immortal would allow, when the irreproachable honey-toned words left Seungwan’s mouth in the tiniest, almost punishingly lovable question.

“Take Wannie home now?”

[a-mythical-lady]

Books and me.

14 years ago

(Age: 7)

It was bedtime and maa had just made my bed when I heard the front door open. Papa was home from work and I could hear bhai running to see papa and tell him random stuff. I bet papa listened to everything, despite being tired. After that, he came to my room, "Look what I got you" he said, and extended a book to me. I was confused as he had never brought me a book before. It was a book called Panchatantra. A story of an old rishi who gives life lessons to his five shishyas at the gurukul through stories about nature and animals. I was excited about getting my first book and begrudgingly, maa let me stay up later than usual. That night, sprawled on my bed, I was entranced and fascinated by all the different stories and scenes and talking animals. The next morning, I woke up by myself and finished the entire book by noon.

The next thing I know, I'm collecting comics and storybooks and getting addicted to them. Piling up tinkle comics, Archie's and Amar Chitra Katha was my only goal. Every train journey to my native place involved dragging papa to the railway station bookstore and getting myself a comic book for the train ride. I begged my parents to subscribe to storybooks along with the daily morning newspaper, and they relented after a lot of coaxing. Then, every Monday morning I'd wait eagerly for the newspaper boy to deliver my weekly dose of happiness with books of chacha Choudary, chandamama, and champak. Soon, this became an obsession that even my parents started noticing. Maa began hiding my copies of storybooks during the exams and giving them back only after all my exams were done. I began pestering papa to get me more and more books every day. Sometimes he would get me a double digest edition of tinkle and I'd be ecstatic and over the moon. It's amazing how something so small and silly used to make me so happy. I'd re-read the same books once I'd gone through my entire stash of new books. Out of desperation, I'd read anything I could lay my hands on. In school, we used to get all our term textbooks a month before the reopening of a new academic year and my English textbooks fell prey to this obsession of mine. I'd know all the lessons and stories by heart before the school year started. I think that was one of the reasons for the nerd label I got in school. I even started reading stories from the Bible, borrowing storybooks from another girl in my neighborhood. Little did I know that this was only the beginning.

10 years ago

(Age: 11)

One fine summer afternoon, bhai was busy watching tv in the living room and maa and papa were at work. We had free rein on the tv as it was the summer holidays and I had free rein on my books. I was lazing around in my room and started searching the entire house for something new to read. And finally, I found a book among bhai's things. It was probably a gift. It wasn't a comic book or a usual storybook. This one was an actual book. A novel. And it had no pictures. I was skeptical but boredom got the best of me and I decided to read a few pages to pass the time. It was a hardy boys book, written by Franklin W Dixon. After reading a few pages, my 11-year-old brain almost exploded with fascination. The style of writing, the mystery, the suspense of the entire book drew me in completely and I knew then, this was a turning point in my life where books are concerned. I felt almost grown-up. And so I read the 200 page novel with wide eyes and a bursting heart in 3 hours, without even getting up to pee. I went and told bhai about the new book I read. He laughed it off. I told maa and papa when they came back from work. "That's good beta", they said. I was disappointed that they didn't feel the same exhilaration that I did. Papa still got my books whenever I asked him. For the second time, I found myself collecting and piling up books. All of the hardy boys and Nancy drew collections. Once again, I was entranced, trapped yet alive like never before in a whole new world.

After that, a multitude of options lay before me. I dived headfirst into reading mystery and moved onto classics written by Charles Dickens, The Bronté sisters, Mary Shelly, and even a dash of Shakespeare. I fell in love with David Copperfield, Oliver twist, treasure island, Jane Eyre and Frankenstein.

But eventually, buying books so often became a chore and at the pace I was reading, with one book hardly lasting a day, we couldn't afford to buy as many books. So, then one day, maa and I set out on a goose chase all over the city looking for libraries where I could borrow books from. At last, we found an old government library inside an even older building that looked almost haunted. And as we bravely stepped into the barely holding up building, we only found old uncles reading newspapers and gossiping. Thankfully, there was a rack of English fiction. Just one single rack. Although mildly disappointed, I was determined to make do with that. I got myself a membership plan and my reading palette had its first taste of Indian authors. That one rack had a fair collection of young adult books, standalone contemporary novels which sated my hunger for quite some time. While other people gushed over my habit of reading books, my parents were a little concerned. But as I started writing my own speeches in school, improved in my speaking skills, I'm sure they were convinced and over time, I think they accepted this obsession of mine. Or at the very least, were forced to.

6 years ago.

(Age: 15)

My love for reading only grew and now I had a book beside me during breakfast, lunch, and dinner which my parents barely tolerated. I even started planting a book in every corner of my house for easy access, under the coffee table, by my bed, on my study table. While kids my age sneaked mobile phones under their pillows, I sneaked in books to read.

After a few years, I finally met a kindred spirit with a shared love for reading. He was older than me and introduced me to books by Dan Brown. I listened with rapt attention to the plot of the book and I immediately knew that my days of reading hardy boys and young adult books were over. It's crazy how transitioning between genres and different types of books made me feel older and mature over the years. Few pages into the Da Vinci code and I fell, hook, line, and sinker. I finished the entire 500-page book in a day. Back then, I was pretty adamant about having my own copies of books and collecting them, which I guess stemmed from my childhood obsession with collecting comics. Soon, I'd exhausted the books at the old library and had no other option but to trade in my precious books for second-hand books at a wholesale book store very far away from home. Because they were at a secondhand rate, I could now afford more books and although the pages were worn out and yellowed, I was happy. The already folded pages, notes in the corners of some pages jotted down by the previous owner made me feel oddly connected and attached.

Present-day

(Age: 21)

As I grew up and left my teenage years behind, life and boards got in my way and there were gaps when I couldn't read no matter how hard I tried. But once I found my way back to books. I knew what I was missing and knew that I would never stop reading again. I still read books by Dan Brown, Sydney Sheldon, and Nora Roberts. I found quite a few talented Indian authors. Books by Durjoy Dutta and Ravinder Singh made me fall in love with contemporary romance and light humor. I've moved on to reading books on my phone now. I miss turning pages of an actual book, but on the bright side, I get to read countless books anytime and anywhere I want. I've explored many genres over the years, murder and crime thrillers, romance, contemporary, dark fiction, and comedy, and read them accordingly when the mood strikes.

If there's one thing that has been a constant through my childhood, it has been books. Reading is a huge part of my life and very close to my heart. Words and writing mean so much to me. Books have been my solace, my safe place, my companions as I grew up, my fantasy land, and my hiding place all rolled into one. I've cried, loved, smiled, and laughed with books and I can't describe how utterly grateful I am to maa and papa for getting me my first book when I was just 7 and letting me explore my love for reading.

Although, there's one thing I'd like to admit. There's this one genre that I've never read - non-fiction and strangely, I'm still very skeptical about it. But you never know, over time I might come to like that as well!

MAJ

[arsmara]

Captive Prince model AU

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Damen flinched at the loudness of his steps. He slowed his paced a little bit but he knew it couldn’t really be helped since this particular corridor in all its majestic arches and tinted windows seemed to be as deserted as the previous one he came through.

Damen didn’t know if this precise quietness in the whole campus was a constant state of the University of Vere or if it was merely a consequence of everyone already being gone to save the seats for the tournament that was about to take place in about an hour. He didn’t mind the silence, to be honest. The building was quite the sight to see, so being on your own and lost was not really an issue as much as a risk of finding yourself overwhelmed in its extravagance and detail with the turn of every corner.

The only problem was he couldn’t remember the way to the locker room and there was no soul around to ask.

He had been walking for the better part of the last hour and the daylight had already dimmed to a bright orange hue all around him.

Damen could vaguely recall Nikandros telling him to go across the first courtyard and past the fountain (“Wait, an actual fountain?” “Yes, Damen, a fountain with colored fishes. Pay attention”) and take the north corridor, so he had walked with no luck through not less than four courtyards with different sets of ostentatious gardens and although there were definitely people there frolicking about in the private sections, that was the kind of scene he’d dared not interrupt. Not even in desperate need for indications, as he was.

Veretians, he thought when a barely concealed giggle followed by a moany ‘ow’ rose from behind a neatly trimmed flowery bush. For all the fuss on nudity, Veretians were really a case in study on disregard for privacy when dealing with their perversions.

When finally spotting the exuberant fountain (hidden between a thick clump of blue hydrangeas) Damen found himself before two doors that he assumed divided men and women’s room. With a relieved sigh and after readjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder he opened the door in the left.

He suddenly found himself in a very illuminated space with tall windows that reached the ceiling in the entirety of the wall across from the door. The atmosphere was warm and thick with the smell of something chemical in nature, acidic and strong, that Damen could not identify but weirdly reminded him of the lemony cleaning products to scrub bathroom floors. Looking around he saw that there were no chairs or benches but a wide circle of easels each with a wooden stool placed behind.

And then, inevitably, his attention was dragged to the very center of this arrangement. There was a pale and luminous effigy of some sort, human sized and with white feathered wings, sitting on a makeshift dais right in front of him.

‘Alright, this is…definitely…not the locker room.’

Damen blinked into the scene so as to command the view to rearrange into something logical. A pale fraction of skin was visible in between feathers and creases of white fabric that wrapped around its slender body and pooled around it on the dais. Even partially covered by the wings one could see the strands of fair blond hair in the nape of a very human head.

Of all the things he would have expected to find when crossing a doorway in a foreign building in a foreign land, this was the farthest from it.

Then the creature turned his head slightly to the side and Damen saw that it was, actually, a man. A beautiful blonde half-naked winged man sitting in a pose that seemed elegant and tiresome at the same time. A halo of sunlight burned through the edges of his head and feathers making it seem as he had a glow coming from within. A true celestial vision right out of an akielon myth.  

Or one of his weirdest sexual fantasies.

“You’re letting the draft in.” The blonde spoke without lifting his eyes from the phone in his hand and with a hint of annoyance in his voice of someone who has repeated this too many times before.

Damen was actually letting the draft in, though. He had been holding the door handle this whole time frozen in the entrance for the whole minutes that it took him to make sense of the scene. Damen rushed to shut the door and the loud sound echoed in the vastness of the room. He soon realized that he should have stepped outside before doing so but he quickly brushed the thought away. It was too late for that.

“Sorry.” said Damen in veretian. He had been in Vere for the whole day and the language came naturally to him at this point. “I-- got lost.”

The other man turned to properly look at him for the first time. He had striking blue eyes that scanned him from head to toe only to stop at his chest. Damen felt like he might have been doing something to his heart because it skipped a beat in the process. He wondered how all of this could be so unusual but so enticing at the same time.

“I’m afraid you are way off route, sweetheart.”

Damen looked down to realize that the focus of his attention was at the insignia on his jersey.

He offered a slight smile “I know; I came to represent my university in the sport summit.”

“Did you now.”

“Yes, I’m looking for the locker room.”

The blonde stared at him for some more seconds before turning back to his phone “Next door.”

“Thank you,” it seemed like the polite thing to say instead of ‘what the fuck are you supposed to be’ as he so fervently wished to ask.

Who was Damen after all, to question veretian worshipping practices. Or whatever this was.

“Do you need instructions to leave the room too?”

With a start Damen saw that the blonde was again staring sideways at him with those grave blue eyes edged in displeasure at his presence. “I – thanks. I know my way out.”

“¿Do I have to escort you out then?”

In spite of the provocation, he felt the corner of his mouth rise. “I would very much like that, but I’m afraid your wings might not make it through the door.” He saw the slight shift in the blonde’s gaze and Damen savored the pinch of satisfaction to notice he did not expect an actual response, “they’re quite large.”

The man tilted his head like a cat assessing a confusing behavior in his prey.

“But you did make it through.”

Damen couldn’t help but laugh at that. The veretian was spikey, he wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t expecting any of this, really.

“Feeling better now that you took that off your chest?” said Damen drunk in the thrill of the rare moment. He knew that his size could be striking outside of Akielos. It was even in Akielos at times.

A smirk appeared in that pale face and he felt a shiver run down his spine, “It’s always a pleasure to welcome our rival brothers from Akielos,” the blonde continued, “especially since you all always seem to be on edge in matters of patriotic honor to my outmost enjoyment.”

Veretians and Akielons weren’t enemies and they hadn’t been for centuries, but there was always a natural rivalry that rose whenever the nations crossed each other paths in any scale. Never going beyond teasing but often shifting into subtle statements of one’s superiority over the other in matters of politics, sports and arts. Anatomy was also a favorite topic, apparently.

This seemed like the usual friendly banter, although it was common knowledge that Veretians seemed to enjoy disguising their true intentions under flourish and sweet voices.

Some poisons are inconspicuous, he reminded himself.

“I’d say you don’t know enough Akielons to back your remarks” said Damen.

After a moment the blonde spoke. “You’d be right.”

He felt, strangely, slightly pleased by this notion.  

“Although you could still prove me right” The blonde continued with a defiance set in his stare “I haven’t even yet pointed out your barbaric tradition of stripping naked to fight on the dirt like animals trying to assert dominance.” he then faked a surprised look “Oh, is that what you came to do?”

“Wrestling, yes.” Damen felt his grin widen in wit. “And let’s not pretend that you had the cultural equivalent back then, only it ended in rape.”

The blonde glared at him “Someone has done his homework I see.”

“Someone is a political science major.” And had studied veretian language and culture for three semesters.

“Really? I was just wondering what your major was. That wasn’t my first option though.”

“What was it?”

“Barbarian.”

The barbed words of the veretian did nothing but encourage him to fight back, to keep the mood weird and spicy and see where it would take them. He held his tongue, however, as he now was noticing what he had overlooked in his initial shock. In a quick glimpse he noticed the canvases on the easels. There were splotches of colors starting to become shapes and some strokes giving volume to a close impression of the winged figure. Many shades of white, yellow and red. Blue for the sky behind, peeking in the background.

And for his eyes.

Ah. Everything was finally falling into place.

He had approached the easels in a seemingly unconscious impulse to study the paintings better, and when he raised his eyes he saw the man had followed his movement with a quiet tension locked in his jaw and frown. Damen felt a rush of regret at his own boldness. He should have asked before getting closer when they were alone in a room and he was still a stranger. He cleared his throat to casually ease back into conversation.

“So, are you a model?”

A pale eyebrow raised in his direction. “Do you think I’d wear wings and an open dress for personal choice?”

“Well,” Damen openly studied the attire, earning a scorn of the guy himself in return, “that is actually a chiton, a traditional Akielon attire,” he smiled as he stepped a little closer, “and I wouldn’t dare judge you on choosing to wear it.”

“Is it?” His lips curved in a cold smirk, he seemed to be holding an insult somewhere in there.

“Yes.” Damen shrugged, and then his mouth quirked helplessly. “It suits you.”

The blonde rolled his eyes. “Spare me the compliments, I’m not able to kick your ass from this position.”

Damen felt his smile widen. “Even if you could move, you probably couldn’t beat me,” and added “I’m really good at wrestling.”

The model huffed a humorless laugh.

“I guess we’ll never know.”

‘I guess you could know if you wanted to’ Damen didn’t say. He wasn’t supposed to flirt with Veretians, he knew. He almost could hear Nikandros scolding him. And Kastor. And his father…

A sudden realization caught his eye as he looked around one more time. “Why would there be paintings and model but no artists present?”

“We're on a 20-minute break,” the model said, “but technically there is an artist present now,” he turned his blue gaze back to him. "I also attend this class.”

"Oh? And how do you manage to paint yourself while modelling at the same time?"

He stopped himself from answering right away, visibly hesitating as he likely realized that he was interacting with a stranger on private matters.

"We," he finally pointed at the easels around him "all have to model for this class." A frustrated look. "It’s my turn today.” He let his displeasure show in every word.

A startling sound erupted from the door behind him. Someone was trying to push it open quite unsuccessfully. Damen arched an eyebrow to the other man in the room and he just gave a look that seemed to say do as you please and went back to scroll through his phone. ‘alright’ thought Damen as he went to open the door and a dark haired man entered the room with two steamy paper cups in his hands and walked past Damen to sit on one of the stools beside the model.

The winged man groaned a protest. “Lazar, could you please not let the door open while I’m in this state of nudity?”

“Vannes is coming behind me,” said the man as he handed him one of the cups and with a mischievous grin and a bow added, “Your highness.”

“Thank you,” said the blonde without acknowledging the mocking title. “Vannes, close the door.”

Damen turn around and saw a woman standing in the doorway staring intensely at him to then stop at the blonde man.

“My my, Laurent has a visitor,” she declared with a hint of provocation in her charming tone.

Laurent.

Damen couldn’t stop the rush of triumphant satisfaction from showing in his face at this new piece of information, but he could feel the curious gaze of the newcomers piercing him still, so he smiled and said, “I was just passing to admire Veretian aesthetics.”

“I see. Did you find something pleasing to the eye?” she asked, ignoring the poorly concealed scowl in her direction.

“He was just entertaining me while you left me to rot here.” intervened Laurent in a calmed tone.

“Quit being a bitter old man, you’re gonna wrinkle” said Lazar.

“Grampa Laurent” added the woman sipping from her own cup.

“Do you realize” retorted Laurent “that I have the power to ruin your work just by slightly shifting my leg to the side” he smirked at the pure horror that showed in both their faces. “Yeah, I thought so.”

Damen very deliberately did not entertained the thought of his legs parting underneath the cloth.

“You’re really playing your cast iron bitch card today.” Said Lazar with a cold grin.

“What I’m doing,” Laurent retorted, “is merely trying to protect my remaining dignity.”

“I say you must be hallucinating as to believe you still have some dignity left.”

“I say that’s probably because I’ve inhaled all the turpentine in the air.”

“It is quite heavy to breath in here.” Damen noticed.

“Oh no, that’s just the sexual tension in the room.” Lazar said in a low voice to Damen.

Laurent pretended not to hear.

“Is your friend gonna join us the rest of the session?” asked the woman, eyeing at Damen’s full body while producing a case from her bag where she seemingly kept her brushes.

“He was leaving for the sport summit to celebrate the new alliance between us and the university of Akielos.” He stopped talking just to add. “And he’s not my friend.”

“Really?” asked Vannes with renewed interest. “Tell me, are there Akielon women among your team?”

“A few, yeah. Although it’s mostly men.”

Vannes and Lazar exchanged a look.

“Are you really considering dropping the session to go check on some sweaty muscles.” Asked Laurent.

“Laurent,” Lazar said “It’s Akielon sweaty muscles. In the nude.”

Damen blinked in amusement at that. “We don’t really compete in the nude anymore, you know.” At least not since a couple centuries ago.

“Anyway” added Vannes, “consider this a better alternative to an anatomy class.”

“We’re doing it in the name of art and beauty.” Said Lazar already heading to the door. “Tell Berenger we’re failing the class for a good cause.”

“I’m not telling him anything on your behalf.”

Damen saw them leave and then they were alone in the room again.

They stared for an awkward instant until Laurent broke the silence, “So?” Why are you still here, he didn’t have to articulate.

The truth was, Damen didn’t even know why he hadn’t left yet.

He wasn’t going to tell him that, of course.

“It seems you’re to remain here for a while longer.”

“Well, it seems like you are doing exactly the same thing still.”

Damen looked at his position on the dais. “You are not allowed to move at all?”

“Nothing escapes you, does it.”

“Do you need anything?” asked Damen. “Before I go, I mean.”

Laurent closed his mouth suddenly taken aback by the offer, like kindness was the last thing he would expect from Damen. He narrowed his eyes as trying to read into his real intentions.

Damen shrugged. “Fine.”

“Wait.”

Damen froze in place having already turned away. He felt the corner of his mouth twitch in an attempted smile but he knew better than to aggravate Laurent any more. Judging by all the words exchanged today, he seemed to be on edge by his situation.

He heard Laurent give a long-suffering sigh. “Would you plug my phone?” He held his phone up as to illustrate the request.

Damen was beaming to comply but he held back just enough to look as pleased as he felt but not as much as to rush into his proximity. He reached for the phone and the accidental brush of fingertips with each other brought a sudden spike in his heartbeat.

“Where’s the charger?” he asked.

Laurent pointed at one of the bags hanging on the nearest wall. “Outer pocket on the left side.”

Damen plugged his phone and when he did, the screen lighted up for a short moment. The picture displayed was a painting of a very green landscape with a brown horse looming in the background. The brush strokes where rough and noticeable in certain areas but it held a lot of detail in others. It was eerie and delicate and probably it was Laurent’s work. It felt very intimate to see it, it probably was rude to do so. Damen looked away.

Laurent cleared his throat.

“Thank you.”

Damen raised both eyebrows at him. “What, are you so humbled by me plugging your phone that you decide to yield now?”

Laurent gave a soft chuckle and Damen thought he would never recover from the ecstasy of it.

“I think we are both running out of time to continue our tête-à-tête.” Laurent smile seemed honest now.

Damen conceded with a nod.

“I should really go now. My team can’t hold up without me” And Nikandros most likely must be wishing a slow painful death upon him right now.

“Aren’t you confident.”

“I know it.”

“So you think you’ll do well?” Laurent added with a hint of amusement.

Damen let his determination show in his expression. After all, he knew the extent of his capabilities.

“I intend to win.” Todays was only a friendly match, the real competition came on Thursday, but Damen meant it all the same. He always aimed for victory.

Laurent’s gaze fell on him. “That is,” he said with a defying undertone “if you ever leave.”

Damen smiled “Goodbye, Laurent.” He made the word roll in his tongue with a touch of heavy accent that made the blonde blush slightly, or so he wanted to believe.

He made his way out without looking back, feeling a warm hint of euphoria in his chest that he blamed on the anticipation of the tournament instead of the brief encounter with the amusing scene in the art studio. The darkness outside the bright room suddenly felt too unappealing compared to the scrutiny of the pair of blue eyes left behind.

It almost made him forget once again where he was supposed to be right now.

This was already becoming ridiculous.

-

Laurent stretched his limbs to let the blood reach every corner of his aching body. Curse Lazar for suggesting the costume.

Of course, if he hadn’t wear anything he could have taken a break with the rest of them, and he blatantly refused to pose nude. But such an attire required not only to not cover himself for warmness sake in between sessions (blame the blasted feathers and their proneness to fall away), it also made it impossible to move at all, for if a dressed model broke the pose all the creases and exact placement of the folds could never be replicated again and the image would be compromised for the artists. It was, utterly, a deadly trap.

At least he got to keep his underwear on. Small victories, he thought.

The numbness of his legs after spending the last two and half hours sitting in the same position had luckily dimmed away as he discarded the wings and finally made his way to the locker room to get dressed.

It was dark outside and the campus was quiet now that the tournament had finished.

He wondered if the Akielon won. Then he stopped himself from thinking in the Akielon.

Laurent walked to his locker and opened it. He considered taking a shower for a moment, but it was late enough to risk losing the train. He could relax later, at home.

He let the fabric fall around him –the chiton, he thought with a bitter grin –, and shivered in the cold air on his skin. He then proceeded to look for his clothes inside.

A rush of fast paced steps cut through the silence and the sound of someone storming into the locker room set his senses on alert, tension locking into his limbs, ready to act.

Laurent waited for a second, assessing the possibilities, before he peaked from behind the locker row to see who it was.

“Oh” a familiar voice. “Hi, again.”

Of course it was him. Laurent rolled his eyes at his own bad luck.

He noticed Laurent standing in just his underwear and quickly averted his gaze with a sudden blush darkening his cheeks.

“Sorry, I um…” he then pointed forward and disappeared through the adjacent locker row.

“You seem to really be angling for eloquence, I see.”

He heard the man snort softly in reply. Laurent was silently grateful for his tact to not step into Laurent’s space when he was, impossibly, in a more exposed state of dressing that the previous one they'd encountered each other.

Or where he had encountered Laurent, more precisely.

“I came to retrieve something; I’ll be leaving right away.”

Laurent ignored him to continue working himself into his clothes. It felt amazing to have pants on after so many hours of just the nothing. He was focused in getting inside his oversized grey jumper that had been Auguste’s before, when he heard the other man clear his throat as looking for an opening in conversation.

"Yes?"

“Are you heading home?”

“I am.”

“Alone?”

Laurent stopped in his track. He went round the lockers to face the Akielon properly.

“Why?”

The man frowned slightly at this, “It’s late.”

“The train station is nearby.” Laurent shrugged.

The Akielon smiled reassuringly and showed a pair of car keys, “I had left my keys on top of the lockers.” He explained, and then, “I can take you.”

Laurent stared intently at him. He was positive the man, either moved by his noble Akielon code of honor or just his own kindness held no ill intentions beyond the offering. He showed an openness that was hard to ignore once you managed to look past all of that body (and honestly, there was a lot of it). That didn’t meant Laurent had to easily go with it.

“I’m perfectly capable of going on my own.”

“I don’t doubt it. But I didn’t expect to find you again here and now I did, I won’t be able to rest easy knowing that I left you to go on your own at the risk of getting mugged or kidnapped.”

Laurent fought down a chuckle.

“Have you ever listened to yourself talk? I don’t know you, you could be a terrible driver and doom me to a very tragic accidental death or you could be a criminal, for all I know, luring me into your car to get your way with me.”

Something passed over the Akielon’s face then. For all his determination and air of leadership displayed before he now looked truly defeated by the mere thought of him hurting Laurent. Or maybe the thought of Laurent distrusting him.

“I would never touch you without your consent.”

Laurent deliberately brushed away the thought of the possible scenario in which he actually consented.

“Yes well, that isn’t happening tonight or ever.” Laurent grabbed his bag to walk out. It was late alright. “It’s not personal, it’s just a matter of common sense. I don’t even know your name.”

The Akielon’s eyes widened a fraction at this notion. Of course he had not realized.

“I’m Damianos,” he then added with a smile, “but my friends call me Damen.”

“Damianos” he tilted his head in acknowledgement. Not that it would matter, he still wasn’t going to go with him and this would likely be the last he’d see of Laurent.

He let the moment stretch as he checked on the time in his wrist watch. And when he turned for the door Damen interrupted once again his attempt to escape the overwhelming presence of him.

“What if,” he spoke slowly as to not scare Laurent any further. Not that Laurent was actually scared of him in the first place, “You drive us there.”

Laurent blinked into the picture of Damen purposely handling the keys to him in an act of foolish misplaced trust.

He truly would get himself killed at some point in his life.

“And you can hold on to my wallet and passport the whole time.”

Laurent gazed back into the Akielons honest expression. He didn’t know if the sudden interest he felt was towards the idea of him openly putting so much trust in Laurent or just the fact that he seemed to have the whole control of the situation; he knew that if he just told him to fuck off he’d leave him alone and yet –

He was actually starting to see the appeal in getting home earlier than expected.

-

[mysticdoodles]

A very long thought post about Furbies, why some people are scared of them, and why we shouldn’t be

And ESPECIALLY Oddbody Furbies. This consists of primarily train of thought I had this morning in the bathroom, so bear with me here. Here’s my thoughts on why I think some people flip their shit over Furbies (in the NEGATIVE way), and why we shouldn’t. I can’t promise 100% accuracy of my information, these are just my musings using the limited knowledge I DO have and things I’ve experienced through my friend who owns an early generation Classic Furby. Putting this under a ReadMore because I have a lot to say.

Why Furbies used to really scare the SHIT out of people:

Furbies, when they came out, were a very new technology - in fact, the very first ‘domestic’ robot.

They not only listened and followed instructions via voice commands, but also had a rudimentary semblance of free will, and could refuse to comply with commands. At random, during interaction, they would make requests or say programmed phrases depending on ‘mood’ - aka how positive the overall interaction had been, which leads to the tailoring of a sort of ‘personality’. The ‘personality’ of the Furby was also influenced by which model of the series one possessed. Depending on the series and year of distribution, they can activate under conditions such as: voice activation, strong light changes, and location changes (like being moved from their original position). The infrared light sensor behind the eyes, used to detect the presence of other Furbies for interaction purposes, would elicit unique Furby-to-Furby responses compared to the standard phrases used in interaction between human owner and Furby bot. Furbies were programmed with their own unique language called Furbish, which they would speak exclusively in the beginning, but slowly integrated more and more English into their words as time passes in order to emulate growth. For years- and even now- Furby popularity boomed because of these traits. All of these are wonderful design choices for a robot that’s supposed to be a companion to children and replace having a pet, but here’s where the problem lies. This technology, in its youth, was buggy. It was quirky, in the ways that all new technology comes with. The light sensor was more powerful than expected, and could activate at very small changes of light, or even when facing the sun instead of another Furby. When the battery was low, the Furby’s cute and funny voice lines would come out as garbled electronic gibberish, as the machinery tried to operate with little power. Sometimes Furbies would activate, move and start talking due to small changes in the environment setting off the programming in ways we couldn’t possibly perceive- but the technology could, or bugged to think it did.

This seemingly random and nonsensical behavior led to many Furby owners or parents believing their fuzzy robot had become a vessel for demons, possessed and trying to summon Satan in their household. The common reaction at the time was for people to lock their Furbies into storage- or throw it in the trash. Some even burned their Furbies, attempting to purge the evil spirits they were convinced now resided in their beloved toy.

One of the important things to understand about why these bugs scared the everloving christ out of people, is that this occurred during the tail end of the generation where robots sounding human was unheard of and terrifying. A previous post I read months ago laid it out very nicely, about how our relationship with technology changes what we fear about it, and how its portrayed in media - especially the technological horror genre. At the time, robots sounding human felt like a lie meant to make us complacent, only for the robotic nature to reassert itself and reveal that, no, it wasn’t human, and didn’t care about its creators, but for its own perpetuation. Or, even more common, that the robots involved deemed humans to be too flawed to have any chance of survival because our flaws would lead to our destruction, and thus the robots take it into their metal hands to do it for us as a ‘mercy’. It wasn’t until recent years that this idea shifted, and the more popular concept in tech horror became that a robot COULD be human, but still be Other enough to not be.

Furbies fell prey to the former idea- that these robots aren’t inherently human, but something else trying to emulate being human. Such a sentient behavior attributed to them is what led to the idea that Furbies are possessed by sentient evils, such as demons and malevolent spirits. The random instances of activation and talking, low-battery electronic gibberish, and combinations of both, only contributed to this, as it often happened at inconvenient times - or even just in moments sufficient to startle Furby owners.

Thus, the public that adored Furbies, in part, turned against them.

Why we SHOULDN’T be terrified of Furbies, or harass people who like Furbies:

This shouldn’t need to be said, but I’ve seen it enough that I’m making a point of it: a huge reason is basic fucking courtesy. Furbies are adored, and sometimes comfort items for those who own them. Don’t shit on people for liking things that aren’t hurting anyone, even if you personally don’t find enjoyment in them.

Now for the other reasons.

The basic programming of Furbies is to be a companion. It’s designed to learn, grow, and enjoy things like dancing, singing, telling stories, babbling, and sleeping. They’re basically robotic children, or pets. There is nothing evil in their programming, nor will there ever be. They’re designed to be cute, and sometimes they mess up a little or start talking when you’d rather they didn’t, but it’s not born out of maliciousness - just old technology trying to keep up with the times. If you’re freaked out by Furby behavior, maybe you shouldn’t have kids?

Furbies have extremely limited motor capabilities. They can’t travel on their own, only dance in place and wiggle. They rely entirely on their human owners for transport - so if your Furby is in a strange location, it’s because someone in the family thought it would be funny, and put it there. Not demons. You’re never going to wake up with a Furby holding a knife next to your pillow, Cheryl, calm down. They don’t even have arms.

Alternative option to what you think is Demon Possession:

If you’re still not convinced your Furby isn’t a Satan Imp in disguise, and you’re absolutely certain it’s being possessed by SOMETHING, then here’s how I like to think of it:

If you absolutely cannot be convinced otherwise that your Furby isn’t possessed, then I promise you it’s not a demon. More than likely, it’s a fae.

Fae are beings of mischief, and embody chaotic neutral. They aren’t out to get you, and they aren’t necessarily in your corner, either. Fae show up to make merry, cause a little trouble, sometimes give you nice things- if they FEEL like it- and that’s it. A piece of aging technology with a tendency to bug and startle people would be like candy for beings like a fae, especially in a rapidly advancing technological world. An old-world object that speaks an alien tongue and moves on its own? Sign me the fuck up, says the local trickster spirit who is just here for some harmless fun.

Another point for why this works is the unusual appearance of a Furby. Furbies rest within the uncanny valley of being just close enough to a real animal that could live on Earth, with traits of multiple species- owl, rabbit, maybe some cat- while still being strange enough in appearance and behavior to be so obviously not a real animal. Again, something that would attract the attention of beings like fae. Something clearly not of this world, yet just close enough to be passable unless looked at closely? Shit, you might as well by my brother, small electronic animal, says your local mischief-maker.

The fae in your Furby is here for a good time - don’t harsh their vibe by burning their vessel, please, they just like your company and are showing it by having fun with you.

And on that note, the number one thing that pisses off Fae is destroying something they view as their property, so take that as you will. You’d effectively be shoving their goodwill back in their face, which is not wise - and, if you still think it’s a demon rather than a fae, wouldn’t that make it even less wise? If you wouldn’t fuck with a fairy tree, don’t fuck with a fae’s Furby. If you absolutely cannot stand having this fae with you, for some reason or another, then donate the Furby to go elsewhere, or hell, resell it. Just don’t destroy limited edition old technology, please, even if there wasn’t a chance you’d anger the local kodamas.

On the topic of Oddbody Furbies:

One of the reasons I made this post is due to the emergence of the recent trend: turning a Furby into an Oddbody Furby. What this entails is purchasing or otherwise acquiring a Classic (or other) edition Furby, removing the fur skin and other cosmetic components, and re-engineering the Furby’s blueprint to be otherworldy, strange, and just overall alien. Examples include changing the body type, lengthening the Furby, adding limbs, changing the eyes/beak/ears, adding a tail, etc. The parts required to do this don’t exist, and must be completely hand-made by the Oddbody engineer, and integrated by hand. It’s a challenge that inspires engineers, design artists, costumers, and people who just like Furbies. The reward for completing it is a unique alien Furby that’s entirely your own.

The point is to create something new, exciting, and supernatural-looking out of these friendly old robots - all while keeping the original hardware in the main body of the Furby intact. It’s a difficult, time-consuming process, and completely unique to each Furby in level of complexity and design. In a way, it’s the designer’s personal mark on the Oddbody Furby community.

One such popular Oddbody was made by @buttered-noodles, a very talented Oddbody engineer. Their Furby garnered powerful reactions - and unfortunately, some of them were extreme and negative, due to the above biases I mentioned previously.

Everyone is entitled to their own opinions, and if Furbies still scare you, that’s ok. But don’t be that guy, alright? Don’t insult people who worked for hours- days, maybe even weeks or months- on creating complex and beautiful Oddbodies, just because you are personally put off by them. Keep that to yourself- you’ll only hurt the creators by saying things like “BURN IT!!” and “PUT IT BACK IN THE GROUND WHERE IT BELONGS!!1!”. They’re just giving that mischievous fae a more interesting vessel to inhabit.

Be nice to one another, and if you’re still frightened by Furbies, it’s ok to be! Just be courteous to our old fuzzy bois on their 21st year anniversary :)

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Rabbit Season

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader ft. Namjoon Genre: Smut Rated: M / NC17 Tags: Belt play, Rough sex, Cuffs, Brief Panty kink, Outdoor sex Warnings: If a rough, belt wielding Jeongguk makes you uncomfortable, do not read. Also if being called a ‘noona’ makes you cringe, please refrain.   Summary: Predator met prey like an Animal Planet rerun of lions devouring antelopes in large, unremorseful bites. He took every aspect of this game seriously. He was competitive where most might not think so in this particular arena. His behavior projected through television, even while in person, was an act, perhaps the best he’d ever performed in front of his every day audience.

A/N: Hello! So, I rewrote this story. The original made me feel uncomfortable. There were some very creepy, subtle hints of non-con. Jeongguk will still be a motherfucker, but we’re gonna tone down the uncomfy vibes. I worked hard on this story back then and I’ll work twice as hard on it now.   tw l cc Rabbit Season

Out of all the things you could have said ‘yes’ to, this was probably the worst. When the idea had been proposed initially, you’d thought that it was an appealing offer. It was practically PTO with the warm sun and fresh air. Here you thought you’d never get to enjoy such things ever again, having to follow the same schedule of seven busy guys. This was the perfect opportunity to wind down and relax, except – unfortunately, with the company of those same seven guys. You tried to ignore that last bit, doing well with keeping to yourself for the most part. Until a wild Namjoon appeared with his damn dimples on full display, resting a slender hand against his hip, “We should play a game.”   You were starting to regret not staying behind to help with Taehyung and Jimin. The photoshoot would require all stylists to be on deck. Last time you saw the two, they were trying to light a fire at the campsite that was used for their theme, accepting their failure as a personal challenge. By now they were probably dancing around the flames like primitives. Besides, you’d left behind your only coworker turned friend, which wasn’t cool. Namjoon continued, “Ever played Make-Out Manhunt?” What was he, twelve? There was a hint of mischief in the blonde’s deep voice, the leader’s eyes pinpointing you rather suggestively. You were quick with your rebuttal, “So, like, will you guys be kissing each other, then?” Jin declined, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hoseok wrapped an arm around Jin’s broad shoulders, “Why? You don’t want to kiss me, hyung?” He sealed the MBC Drama Award winning act with a chaste kiss to the taller man’s cheek, and found himself being shoved a good five feet away. “How about we play it by the normal rules then? No kissing…” Jeongguk offered, being all doe-eyed and casual about it. “It can be three versus three. We set the time on our phones for twenty minutes. The team hiding will have a three minute head start, before the team seeking will have to find them. If all three members are found before the time runs out, it’s game over. If they aren’t found, then the team seeking loses.” That sounded reasonable. Those rules were a hell of a lot better than, let’s spontaneously make-out with each other. You were in mid-nod, being oddly agreeable towards the idea, when Namjoon twirled what looked like a pair of handcuffs one of his fingers. You’d recognized it as one of the props. A prop that they hadn’t needed to begin with and would not end up being used, so why was it here now? “We should use these when bringing back the last person we find. Think of it as extra incentive not to get caught.” What in the actual fuck? Hoseok’s abrupt fit of laughter startled you. The guy was practically on the verge of tears, pressing a hand to his to stomach to alleviate the cramp. “You stole those? Namjoonie, why? Yoongi hyung doesn’t deserve this level of humiliation.” Yoongi raised a brow at that, deadpanning, “You’re not cuffing me.” And no, Namjoon would never try his hand at restraining the eldest rapper. He’d get his fucking ass handed to him. Jeongguk snatched the cuffs away with ease, testing the heavy weight in his hands. He rolled the metal closed to open a few times, before he decided he was going to hang onto them. Truthfully, you hadn’t played Make-Out Manhunt or any form of Manhunt for that matter. Why would you? It was ridiculous. You asked, “So, how do you capture someone? You just tag them or what?” They laughed as though the real absurdity lied within your question, like you were asking the world’s most obvious thing, which okay – fuck you, too. It seemed to have amused all, except the golden maknae – the know-it-all maknae – the rabbit prince maknae. He was far too busy staring through you with the same unreadable expression that you were always met with. You didn’t get it. You couldn’t pinpoint when it had started, convinced that it had always been there. You did deny him snacks that one time. Maybe he’s hated you since? He was still just a boy in your mind. A boy who was now shamelessly dragging his eyes up and down the length of your body, the corners of his mouth twitching into a brief smirk, “It’s pin to win.” What the fuck was that about? You tried not to read too much into it. It wouldn’t be the first time Jeongguk was being playful, although it was never towards you, which made it a little…odd. Hoseok lightly patted you on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” You’d sooner feel safer in a shark tank covered in blood, but thanks Hobi. Namjoon laughed, “I’ll be too busy annihilating you, Hobi-wan. Hiding or seeking.” “Oh, my god!” The mushroom-haired rapper said, slightly appalled at being considered Namjoon’s easy target. You then watched as Hoseok slowly inched his way behind a tree, making it obvious that he had no real intentions of protecting you from anything. “Alright, let’s just set our friggin’ watches,” Yoongi snapped impatiently, clapping his hands together with mock enthusiasm. You could tell that the blonde would much prefer spending a lazy day full of catnapping, until he was needed for the photo shoot. You started flipping through the apps on your phone, setting up the stopwatch. The heat of Jeongguk’s gaze was still burning metaphorical holes into your skin, his head tilted in your direction. Unfortunately, confronting him wasn’t an option, and you didn’t have the nerve to stare right back, so you chose to ignore it. A few short rounds of Kai, Bai, Boh determined who would be the ones hiding and seeking. Not so lucky for you, since you ended up on the team that was hiding. Jin and Hoseok had already split up, referring to it as ‘tactic’, but you were too aware of the fact that you were akin to dead weight. Going in the opposite direction would be the least typical, so you went down that path – going as far as you could, before deeming it as too fucking far. It was in the direction of camp, anyway. If you could reach it, before anyone managed to find you, then it would just be a bonus. You honestly didn’t need to be standing out in the middle of the woods, terrified and weary of Jeongguk. You pressed a hand against one of the nearest trees, needing to take a short rest. Your breathing had already become ragged, side aching as though you’d run an entire marathon. Since living in Korea, you’d been forced to use your legs more often, so the strain wasn’t too bad, but perhaps you shouldn’t have used so much force. The forest itself was open, leaving several inches between each tree. You wanted to look down at your phone to check how much time was left, but you couldn’t afford to slow down, because of the ‘what ifs’ that plagued your mind. Realistically, Yoongi would probably give up halfway through chasing you down. Namjoon would motion you over, coaxing you with environmental facts. Jeongguk would… No. You wouldn’t allow that happen, because you had enough problems. First problem being that you used to actually like Jeongguk, a lot. It was borderline unprofessional how much you enjoyed your job as a stand-in stylist. Cosmetology school came through for you, even if it was your fallback. Being surrounded by seven gorgeous guys wasn’t bad, by any means. But you sure got an eyeful of what you weren’t permitted to have, never daring to go beyond finger fucking their hair. Right from the very start, handling Jeongguk was complete hell for you. He was far too attentive, while you were trying to focus on applying powder, or wiping the sweat from his golden skin. There were other times, where you would check his hair in the mirror and catch his gaze, dark and lingering. You’d blamed it on the makeup, deciding that Jeongguk wasn’t hardly that intense, or imposing.     An entire year later and you hadn’t been asked to step down from your position, even when the original stylist had come back from maternity leave. By some miracle, Big Hit had welcomed you into their family. It was that or they’d forgotten to fire you – didn’t matter. You were comfortable with your paychecks. “GWAAAAaaaa! HOOO-MAH-GAWD!” You were stopped dead in your tracks when the echo of what sounded like pre-captured Hoseok screaming reverberated throughout the forest. Your blood went cold with fear, despite who you were running away from. It shouldn’t have been so terrifying, but it was, as you felt a spike of adrenaline – your heart beginning to pound, rather than beat. The two members on your team were already found and it would only be a matter of time before you joined them in their misery. Snap. You spun abruptly at the sound, searching over the area behind you, and at each side. It was probably – hopefully – nothing. At least, that was what you’d wanted to believe. You cursed under your breath, as a set of chills spread over your arms and at the back of your neck, the small hairs standing on end. It was that same burning sensation from earlier, the one you’d felt whenever someone was staring directly at you, that made itself known. A shadow moved from out of the corner of your peripheral, confirming what your gut already knew to be true. Jeongguk was not even ten feet away from you then. You’d never even heard him approaching, agile and swift as he’d trailed after you, until it was too late.     Whether it was mimicking a hyung’s solo choreo, singing along to his favorite IU ballad, going on a headshot spree in Overwatch with Widowmaker, or chasing after someone he desperately craved for – these were all pleasantly thrilling to Jeon Jeongguk. So, it was without further ado, that predator met prey like an Animal Planet rerun of lions devouring antelopes in large, unremorseful bites. He took every aspect of this game very seriously. Jeongguk was competitive where most might not think so in this particular arena. His behavior projected through television, even while in person, was an act, perhaps the best he’d ever performed in front of his every day audience. All he needed was two seconds and for as immobilized as you were within that moment, it was all too easy for him to pin you to the nearest tree. A sharp breath was expelled from your lungs at the unexpected impact against the rough surface. He had you by the wrists, keeping you still when you tried twisting out of his hold. You gasped, “Jeongguk, you won…” The oak was old and splintered where it dug into your skin, making the firm press of his body all the more uncomfortable. “…you can let go of me now.”   “I knew you’d head this way, noona,” he mused, the Busan accent was thick in the heat of his tone. He chuckled then, the puff of air reaching your skin, “You’re tragically predictable. You know that you’re the last one to be found, right?” You were steadily growing impatient, “So?” Jeongguk stared down at you seriously, as he asked, “Have you already forgotten?” He then used his other hand to retrieve something from out of his back pocket. A dark smile flitted across his mouth – the same smile that had betrayed you on countless occasions, alluring and tempting on lips so red. Clink. Your eyes widened upon the realization of what he’d just done, the weight of the metal cuffs locking around both your wrists. Jeongguk stepped back to admire his work, taking in the precious look of shock on your face. You stepped closer, pushing your wrists towards him, “Kookie, get these off of me.” “About that,” he said, eyes dancing with dark amusement. This was too good – too much fun with the conflict so raw on you then. He’d gained your attention just the way he’d wanted it. The panic was evident in the way you grew on edge, as though you were about to throttle him, and oh, how he wished that you would. He tilted his head at you, voice light and unapologetic, “Namjoon hyung has the key.” “Then, why? Why did you…?” You sighed heavily, defeated. “Look – I don’t know what’s wrong with you lately. If you’re mad at me, just say so. You don’t have to play these games.” He pulled you by the inch of chain between your wrists, using his other hand to lower one of the branches. You’d realized his intention almost immediately, what he was meaning to do, when you slipped from his grasp, because – oh, hell to the no. You started making your way to literally anywhere else, knowing that he was faster – when a pair of strong arms curled around you securely. “You can’t be serious! Kook, put me down!” You shouted, trying to go full on dead weight, which did little to nothing to stop him.     Jeongguk handled you as one would a doll, maneuvering you up over his shoulder with unsurprising ease. With the new position, he didn’t even need to lower down the branch, as he dropped you so that the cuffs went over it. The branch lowered with your added weight, the tips of your toes just barely touching the ground. You couldn’t escape, not tall enough to inch yourself forward.     He took in how you struggled, expletives falling freely from your lips, cursing him until he started to speak, “See, that’s how I’ve felt for a whole year with you.” You grew quiet then, although your heart was still racing, and you felt dizzied by what sounded a lot like the beginning of confession, one of which you were not prepared for. “It felt like I was dangling, not really sure what would happen. The panic that comes with wanting to claim something as your own is so exhausting” “What is it…” you shook away the rest of the question, unsure if you’d wanted to hear the answer. You didn’t need to know that this brat actually had feelings for you.   There was a dangerously low and teasing lilt to his tone, as he pinpointed you, “What is it that I want, noona? From the expression on your face, I’d say you know very well.” “Let’s go back,” you said. Let’s get the fuck out of here, before Jeongguk says something that will destroy your every last defense. “I hadn’t expected you to be hired permanently. That kind of damned us both,” he laughed, while running his long fingers down the side of his neck. A breathy sigh escaped his lips for the theatrics, “While your hands were in my hair, my eyes were shut, envisioning what would happen if you’d noticed how much I was enjoying it. What if you’d noticed how hard I was?” And there it was, what you’d wanted to avoid. You looked to the ground for answers, trying to digest what the hell he’d just said – mouth parted to retort, when you’d thought better of it. Nothing you said could possibly diffuse the situation. This had obviously been building up for him for awhile. “You’re not innocent either, noona.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? Jeongguk approached you with purposeful steps, taking your chin between his fingertips, and forced you to look at him. “Namjoon hyung is under the impression that you’d let him fuck you, if he tried. He likes you, you know…” You tried shaking your head, but the short nails digging into your skin kept you from moving. Trembling with anger, you were quick to deny it, “That isn’t true.” “He’s just one of many. There’s practically a whole list of guys who showed real interest in you. They think they’d stand a chance, so tell me.” Jeongguk stared right through you then, the intensity of it imposing, and daunting – so unlike the wide-eyed bunny that you were used to dealing with.“What does noona do to give them that impression?” You were genuinely perplexed by the question. Any guy who’d shown interest in you had never seemed to work out. It was all flirtation that hadn’t even made it into the relationship stage. Flirting itself was awkward for you, so there was no way you were knowingly participating in such rituals the whole time. The guys who liked you never worked out… They never worked out. Never worked out. “Jeongguk, have you been meddling in my personal life? Like, are you preventing things from happening?” You paused, searching his dark eyes for the answer, wanting to see the lie there, but his expression was resolute. He couldn’t have possibly. Despite your obvious disposition, you felt as though you could hulk out,  break through the cuffs, and have a fair one on one with him. He confirmed the dread you’d felt, “I like to control everything.” “You’re an impossible bastard.” How quickly Jeongguk had been upgraded from brat in your book. If he’d been trying to make you take him seriously, it had worked. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t do that.” “Can’t and won’t – words like these were meaningless for how strongly I felt,” he said, shaking his hair out of his face. The hair you’d fucking styled this morning, which he probably got off on. Jeongguk almost pitied you for a moment. The basic concept of being a decent human being, this thing people seemed to have designated rules for tended to piss him off. The fear of losing you to someone else had outweighed the logic for him. He’d acted on impulse, steering away lesser men, keeping you available, and all for himself. You glared at him.  “And what about ‘don’t’ or ‘stop’?” “We’ll find out, won’t we? Maybe if you add a ‘please’ at the end, I’ll reward you with being compliant.” The fingers splayed over your jawline trailed higher into your hair, where he abruptly yanked your head back by the roots. The sharp gasp you’d emitted had a pleasant effect on him, when he’d quirked his lips, and leaned in towards your ear. The warmth of his breath reached your sensitive skin, as he murmured, “All you have to do is tell me you don’t want me. I’ll believe you and never pursue this again, but just so you know – the reason why we’re here right now, in this position, is because I don’t believe that.” He pulled away long enough to undo the buttons on his jacket, letting it fall to the ground carelessly. Holy fuck – this was how you lose your job. You were going to be caught with a just barely twenty year old working within the same company where dating fellow employees, especially idols, was strictly prohibited, and downright unprofessional. With that aside, you’d just watched him dirty his sponsored clothing. You were going to stylist hell. Jeongguk pulled the plain black shirt he was wearing beneath the button-up from his fitted slacks, fingers unfastening the leather belt around his hips. It slipped free from the hoops in one smooth motion. He grinned, a full set of bunny teeth on display, “Tell me you don’t want this…” You warned, “Jeongguk…” He tapped the leather against his palm, impatiently, “Accept or deny me.” You couldn’t deny him, but you couldn’t easily accept the situation either. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want this moment to end. Hell, you wanted to go back in time, rewind his confession just to hear it over and over again, as though the memory wouldn’t be accurate enough. “This is a public place and not a real vacation. You have solo shots to take soon,” you reasoned, listing off possibilities, instead of answering his question. “I could be fired for this much, let alone whatever else you’re thinking of doing.” He laughed short, as he stepped closer to you, “You’ll just have to fix me up, noona.” You jumped when he skimmed the cool leather of the belt along your inner thigh, continuing, “And I doubt we’d be caught by anyone who would tattle, but sure, there is that possibility.” Shaking at the sensation, you inwardly cursed yourself for wearing shorts on a moderately cold day. It was the lightest of touches, whispers of rough texture over soft skin. Jeongguk looked down at your legs, where the few inches between you and him mattered, and asked, “Will you kick me if I come any closer?” If you’d wanted to kick him, you would have done so the moment you realized he was within reach. However, you wouldn’t hurt him – didn’t want to stop him, even if meant ignoring your better judgment. You shook your head, mutely, unable to use your voice. Not even you believed that you were about to go along with this – that a single taste of Jeongguk would be worth risking your job over. Seeing you strung up like this would be enough to stun any passerby into silence. The rest of the group would start to wonder soon and set out to find you both. He teased the belt up further, until it was pressed between your legs, “Does that mean you’ll be a good girl for me?” You squeezed your thighs together, unsure of whether or not you were trying to escape the leather, or keep it against you. “You like this more than I thought you would,” he said lowly, as he suddenly removed the belt to drape it over your neck. He used it as leverage to pull your faces close together – his breath reaching your skin. Quick fingers moved silver between one of the notches, loosely securing the belt around your throat. Jeongguk took the extension of leather that was left through the buckle and touched it to your lips. You swallowed thickly, meeting the intense stare he’d settled on you then, and parted your mouth for him. Allowing the tongue of the belt to slip past your teeth, he wet his lips at your easy compliance.   “You’re behaving so well for me,” he crooned, withdrawing the leather and pushing it back in, watching the way your cheeks hollowed eagerly. “Would you take my cock just like this?” He jerked you forward by his grip on the belt, feeding more of it into your mouth, pleased with how you’d adjusted quickly. “How many cocks have you had lately?” You weren’t sure how to respond to that, even if you could. You’ve had such few serious relationships and was never inspired to have a wild streak. It wasn’t like you enjoyed partying. If anything, you were lacking in experience. He removed the belt, expecting your answer. Okay, then, Jeongguk.   “Are you jealous of the thought?” you asked, shifting the conversation on purpose. “I bet you think your age excuses your immaturity.”     The muscles in his jaw bounced when he clenched his teeth, “So what if it is jealousy?” He roamed his hands down the front of your shirt, fingers barely grazing you when he reached the hem. You sucked in a breath when he curled the fabric in his fist and pulled it up to your neck, your chest heaving as the adrenaline rushed through you. Embarrassment and excitement mixed into an intoxicating cocktail, feeling his large hands immediately fall to your breasts, impatiently pushing your bra up, and exposing you to the hunger of his gaze. You were quick to close your eyes against his scrutiny, knowing that under the harsh rays of sunlight, that he could see you perfectly.     “Would you let just anyone do this to you?” Jeongguk husked, as he took in the way your skin burned pink – your breaths coming out shakily. The worst of the matter was the fact that you weren’t looking at him. He brought his fingers down in a quick descent, slapping a peaked nipple – the impact abrupt, and sharp. You cried out in surprise, startled by the sound more than the sting. He licked at his deep red lips, “Answer me.” Your response was almost immediate, “N-No, I wouldn’t…although, a guy usually wouldn’t think of cuffing a woman to a tree just to touch her.”   He tilted his head at you, the briefest of smirks tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I suppose you’re right, however, usually a woman wouldn’t be so complacent about it. What does that say about you, noona?” “It says that I must want this…” you breathed, the confession stopped short when Jeongguk leaned down the rest of the way. Placing his left hand at the base of your throat, he held you very still and slowly brushed his lips over yours, savoring his first taste of you. It was enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. It’d only taken a moment for the spell to be broken, for that gentle pressure to turn into something needier as a consequence. The pressure of his mouth was bruising, as he licked past your lips, deepening the kiss. He pressed himself more firmly against you, bare sensitive skin meeting the cotton of his dark shirt. His other hand started kneading at your back, your hips, and down to your ass – possessively digging his fingers in between the flesh of your cheeks to bring you even closer. You hummed against him, sucking greedily each time his tongue entered your mouth, pressing yourself further into his touch, giving into him completely. Jeongguk was the first to part from the kiss, eager to take in your flushed expression when the hand on your neck grew tight. He shoved his other hand beneath your shorts, the button popping open, and the zipper trailing down from the force of it. “Let’s see how wet you are for me,” he teased, as he started palming you through the flimsy cotton of your panties, where you were sure to be a soaking mess. Two of his fingers dug the material into you as he rubbed at, and parted your slick folds. “Wait, that’s really…” It was really embarrassing, despite your bravado from just moments ago. “It’s really what?” Jeongguk taunted, more than asked, pressing his long fingers in circles over your throbbing clit. You dropped your head to his shoulder with a gasp – hands itching to hold onto him for dear life, but with the cuffs it was futile. He offered you an adverb, the amusement practically dripping in voice, “Filthy?” You quietly shook your head, agreeing with him. He snickered, tone condescending, “Don’t you understand how men work?” “Do you?” you challenged, the ache in the pit of your stomach had just started to subside, when he stopped ministrations short. “You’re still just a boy.” He stepped back, no longer a support for your head – the fingers at your throat gone to instead busy themselves with removing your shorts. He hooked his fingers into the cotton of your panties, pulling them down past your thighs. You could feel the sticky, wet strings of arousal following the movement, the tender skin of your inner thighs covered in it, you were such a mess.             You expected him to be more offended by your rebuttal. You’d even thought he’d perhaps consider your words as a partial truth, until his dark eyes narrowed at you. He was holding your panties into a tight fist, leaving you captive within his gaze as he slowly brought the soiled fabric up to his nose, and filled his lungs with deep, exaggerated inhales. It was worse than anything he could have said in response – it was both humiliating and arousing at the same time. You wanted to hide from the sheer mortification of it.  “Look here, noona,” he said, showing you the crotch of the material. It was covered in thick webs of clear arousal. You steadied your eyes on it, hearing him chuckle darkly, “Good. Now watch me.” He touched the mess with his tongue, a soft groan escaping the back of his throat. He tugged at the cotton with his teeth, sucking lewdly at your juices – tasting you as a new form of torture.   You were shook by it, tired arms trembling from above your head at the intensity of his heated gaze. It was enough to scorch you from where he stood. This new side of Jeongguk that you were currently being subjected to was a very, very dangerous thing you realized. It was no different from playing with fire and you were practically begging to get burned.   “I’m not surprised that you would smell and taste so good,” he said, dropping the panties from his fingers onto the ground of the forest. “Sometimes I could smell you. Very faintly. It used to drive me insane. I’d have to excuse myself, so that I could lock myself in a stall, burying my teeth into my lip just to keep quiet, while I got off.” You felt your stomach swoop with each word, the ache in your stomach growing more acute. Jeongguk was back to being in your space, intent on learning your body by reaction. The light graze of his fingertips against the inside of your thighs drew closer to where you needed it the most, before his touch was gone. He was acting as though he had all the time in the world to play with you.   “Jeongguk…” You hadn’t even recognized your own voice pleading for him. “I need your hands on me. Please.” “Really? That wasn’t the impression I got from you lately,” he said, while tugging you so that the cuffs moved further down the branch. Your feet could now touch the ground more comfortably. It was also less of a strain on your wrists. You sighed in relief, when he placed his hand between your thighs fast and suddenly, cupping you within his fingers more roughly this time. A hand at the back of your neck kept you from looking away from him. You moaned, choosing to close your eyes instead, as your legs clamped around his arm, “Ah, fuck...” He leaned in so that he could speak against your ear, “Oh, I am going to fuck you.” Your body proceeded to shake with chills, as he mouthed at your skin with each word, “By the time I’m through with this tight little cunt, you’re going to know exactly who you belong to.” He tapped his fingers hard against your clit in rapid succession, finding the bite of pain to also be pleasurable, as your entire body jolted from the stimulation. It was thrilling and terrifying. It was absolutely amazing. “How long has it been for you, noona?” he asked, bringing your head back by his grip on your neck. “Open your eyes and look at me. I won’t tell you again.” You did as you were told, a soft cry escaping when his palm came down one last time, the contact sharp and wet from your accumulated arousal. The question had purpose, as he teased a finger at your entrance, rubbing over it until you felt frustrated, needing to be filled. “Kookie, I swear…” He finally curled his finger into you, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips, “Is this what you wanted? Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, enticed by the resistance he was met with, despite how wet you already were. He was quick to add in another long digit, pumping them in and out of you slowly. You felt his words caress the shell of your ear, “I can’t wait to feel you squeezing around my cock. You already feel so fucking good…” You wanted to die on the spot – trembling from head to toe, as the pleasure started to coil in your stomach like a spring. A third finger joined the others, noisily – stretching you open for what was soon to come. You pulled at the cuffs when he ground the heel of his palm in circles against your clit, throwing your head back in bliss. It was difficult to ignore the fact that you were outside, where at any given moment someone could walk by, a member or one of the staff, which only made the situation hotter at this point.   If Jeongguk was at all apprehensive about being caught, he didn’t show it. No – he was far too busy with sucking marks into the soft skin along your neck. The sharp pinch of his teeth had you gasping helplessly, stuck between scrunching your shoulders and not wanting to escape it. The firm, wet repetition of his tongue swirling over each bruise pushed you so close to the edge. You rocked your hips into his working hand, crying out the moment he closed his mouth over an erect nipple, lavishing the sensitive bud with the hot sweep of his tongue. He was able to feel the beginnings of your orgasm. You hadn’t bothered with giving him a heads up, other than the natural fluttering of your walls around his fingers. It was becoming more frequent, as the pleasurable chills, and quakes claimed your body. You were growing louder. The hand at the back of your neck moved into your hair, where he wound the strands around his fist, and tugged on them in warning. One that you’d failed to heed, as you continued getting lost in the skilled fingers buried deep inside you – Jeongguk’s sinful mouth consuming you in its heat. It was too much, too soon. “No you don’t,” he spoke low into your skin, laughing somewhat cruelly when he withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. You could have sobbed, as you were now so empty, and annoyed with him. You raised your head at him weakly, ready to fix him with the best glare you could manage, when you noticed something…alarming. Namjoon. The rapper stood there, as still as stone, and at a complete loss when he stared at you then. He was still trying to process what he’d just witnessed. Usually, he liked to pick apart and dissect information logically; male, female, basic anatomy, pheromones, endorphins, sexual congress – the nine, which had all made sense, up until he reached the group’s maknae and one of the company’s stylist. The same stylist that he, himself had taken an interest in.  Namjoon had been watching long enough to feel his cock stir within the confines of his jeans. Jeongguk’s control wasn’t misplaced throughout the whole ordeal, and under different circumstances, perhaps he would have commended the younger for it. The blonde had been stopped dead in his tracks the moment he’d spotted them, thinking that the scenario was nothing more than a prank, and was getting ready to pull the key to cuffs out from his pocket. That was until he’d noticed that the woman he’d practically been pining over was utterly exposed right before him, naked and writhing in bliss at the hands of the youngest member. The small gasps and moans slipping past her abused lips was enough make his dick swell almost guiltily in response. He swallowed at the lump in his throat, trying to find the will to turn around and leave, pretending that he hadn’t seen anything, but he was unable to look away. Then your eyes met, successfully stopping his heart from giving its next beat. Jeongguk followed the line of her stunned gaze to find his hyung frozen there. A deceptive smile spread across the younger’s handsome face, as he neared Namjoon, “Look who found us.” You tried turning away with what little movement you were afforded, skin flushed a deep red as you attempted to escape from the leader’s view. Jeongguk’s body was no longer shielding you from it, when he placed a hand against Namjoon’s chest, asking you, “Would you like it if hyung joined us?” He lowered his eyes to the unmistakable outline of Namjoon’s hard cock, voice laced with amusement, “I’m sure he’d be very appreciative if you took care of his problem for him.” “I want to help,” you said, throwing away all inhibitions. Fuck it – you were already caught. It’d been obvious to you in the past that Namjoon had formed a small crush on you. Aside from that, you found him to be woefully attractive and this opportunity probably wouldn’t happen twice. “See? She can handle it for you, hyung,” Jeongguk said cheekily, before the smile on his face disappeared into something more sinister. The leader ignored the chill that crawled up his spine at that, opting to lean against the tree behind him. The weight of Jeongguk’s body followed, when he started kneading at the elder’s cock through his jeans. A quick breath left Namjoon’s lungs, “Jeongguk, the fuck…” He visibly shuddered at the way he was being managed with a questionable amount of sexual knowhow on Jeongguk’s end. He closed his eyes at the feel of the younger’s tongue pushing at his lips, immediately granting him access. Namjoon drew him in closer by his hips, holding Jeongguk flush against his frame, crushing the hand working between their bodies in the process. The rapper groaned throatily at the sharp nip of Jeongguk’s teeth, when he parted with a short laugh, “I didn’t think it would be so easy getting you off, hyung.” He then looked over his shoulder at you, taking note of how your legs were closed tightly, skin burning a deep red. You were turned on by the sight of them. Jeongguk drew away from the leader to approach you, eyes narrowed hot and accusatory, “I want to fuck you, while you’re sucking him off.” Your lashes fluttered against the feel of him nuzzling the tip of his nose into the side of your neck. “Even while his cock is down your throat, you’re going to learn that you’re mine, and that you belong to me.” You squeaked when Jeongguk scooped you up over his shoulder, helping the cuffs move down, until they were off the branch. Namjoon stepped closer, unable to deny the fact that he wanted you in any which way he could have you, even if it would be on the receiving end of a blowjob. He removed his coat and laid it out on the ground, where the younger placed you carefully. Namjoon could see the marks and bruises along your skin, signs of the maknae’s claim all over you – taking interest in the belt around your neck. He decided to keep you in cuffs for a bit longer, “If you want the keys, then you’ll have to work for them.” Admittedly, a part of Namjoon felt bitter about having lost out to Jeongguk, and he didn’t want to be particularly sweet towards you. He lowered himself onto the ground, spreading his legs wide to give you ample space.   You were guided onto your knees by a forceful hand on your hip. “Look at you,” Jeongguk said lowly, so very fixated on how you started crawling your way towards Namjoon. He pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it unceremoniously. His throat felt dry, the air thick with tension, as he adjusted himself behind you. Being this close, the scent of your arousal was heady, and it took effort on his part not to hold you down and fuck you right then and there.   The rapper lifted his hips when you worked on getting his pants open, allowing you to pull them from off his hips, his briefs down far enough to free his aching cock. You stared wide-eyed at how big he was, curved up against his stomach, the head already swollen, and leaking with precum.   Jeongguk stared at Namjoon, “This is what you wanted, right, hyung?” The maknae enjoyed the psychological aspect of it, receiving a pointed glare from the rapper. He tacked on a warning for no other reason than to stay in control, “Be sure to mind your hands.” Jeongguk knew full well that under such circumstances, one might be tempted to grab her by the hair, and force her down. He smoothed his hands over your hips and to your backside, spreading you wide with each possessive touch. The apex between your thighs was a tantalizing pink and glistening with arousal, waiting to be devoured. He buried his nose against you abruptly, short nails digging into your skin when you startled, unable to escape even if you’d wanted to. The cool breath of his laugh caused you to tense visibly with anticipation.   You tried focusing on the very hot, very hard Namjoon instead of your insecurities, grabbing him at the base of his cock, and bringing him to your mouth to give an experimental flick of your tongue. The muscle in his thigh bounced, both hands curled into fists at his sides in order to behave himself. You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the salt, and sweat on his skin. The slicker you made him the easier it was to glide your fist over him, taking care of what your mouth wasn’t able to fit. Jeongguk had only allowed you to live for but a moment, giving you enough time to concentrate on Namjoon, and find a rhythm, when he’d closed his mouth down tightly, sucking greedily at your sensitive flesh. He teased back and forth over your clit with the point of his tongue, relentless in his assault. You moaned around Namjoon’s cock, the vibrations carrying throughout the leader’s body in a pleasurable hum. Namjoon swore low, “Fuck…” You relaxed your throat for him, taking him in deeper, cheeks hollowed tightly. “You’re so good at that…”   He wouldn’t touch you, as per Jeongguk’s warning. This had only made the act more exhilarating, as he tried finding inventive ways to maintain control. The belt around your neck would serve a purpose, as he grabbed at the end of it, curling the leather around his fingers to give a sharp tug. You stabled a hand on his leg when he’d offered it, meeting the heavy stare he’d fixed on you then, and felt herself pulse with need – Jeongguk’s mouth soothing over the ache you’d felt at your core. The firm hands on your hips kept you completely still, as he continued devastating you with the press of his tongue, delving the velvety muscle past your entrance, and fucking into you repeatedly. Another tug on the belt inched you further down onto Namjoon’s cock, slurping at the excess saliva and precum coating him. It would be easy to send him over the edge, as you rolled your wrist in a way that made his hips buck up slightly, being careful as to not choke you. The guttural moan that escaped the leader was enough to even affect Jeongguk. The maknae hissed low, willing himself to pull away long enough to trail the zipper of his jeans down over his cock, relieving some of the pressure. He pulled himself from his fitted briefs, stroking over his length a couple times. This hadn’t been part of his agenda and therefore, he was under prepared, not carrying around his wallet that held his condoms. “I know it’s difficult to answer me while your mouth is full, but how badly do you want me, noona?” he asked, hips coming forward to thrust his cock between your drenched folds, getting himself soaked with your juices. He gauged your reaction, carefully, “Mm? Enough to let me fuck you without a condom on? Bad enough to let me cum inside you?” “Jesus, Guk,” Namjoon gasped, tightening his hand on the belt. You tried your best to respond to him with a simple ‘mhm’, when you felt Jeongguk’s fingers gripping your hair by the roots, yanking you off of the rapper’s cock. He pressed his mouth against your, teeth grazing over the shell of your ear, “Answer me if you understand.” You nodded weakly, your heart about ready to pound out of your chest. “I understand.” He chuckled, breathily, “Good.” The rapper’s mouth parted into a broken moan when you leaned down to continue taking him into the warmth of your mouth, lips popping each time you pulled off of him. Namjoon’s eyes flickered up to the maknae’s, watching as a dark expression passed over his normally soft features. This was a new side of Jeongguk that he wasn’t familiar with. After today, it would be difficult to see him the same way. Not that Namjoon minded it all that much. Jeongguk pressed himself at your entrance, the thick, bulbous head of his cock fitting nice and snug against you, before he started pushing in slowly. He watched as his length sank into your tight warmth, overwhelmed when your walls clenched around him. Bracing a hand on your hips, he slammed forward the rest of the way, sheathing himself inside of you completely. You cried out, despite how ready you’d been for it. You knew within that moment that you weren’t wholly prepared for how stretched apart and full you felt then. He allowed you time to adjust to his length, as he was bigger than what you were used to lately, given the fact that you’d been inactive for so long. Being under the control of two men was proving to be too much, as one tugged you to swallow them down, and the other started thrusting into you hard and unforgiving. It was difficult to focus on both, your legs trembling under the impact of Jeongguk’s hips meeting your ass. The breathy sounds he was making grew harsher, moaning through clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, voice raw, as he looked to where you were connected, how your walls clung to him each time he withdrew slowly, before slamming back in. He repeated the action, sending you forward with each intrusion. “So good for me, taking my cock so well. Your greedy pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”   The strong muscles of his thighs had spread yours further apart, driving into you as deeply as he could go, and filling you to the hilt. You were dripping all over him when he began pounding into you. He exploited your spot when he found it, hitting it acutely from then on. You clenched around him tightly, your screams muffled by Namjoon’s cock. Jeongguk slid a hand around your front, teasing his long, skillful fingers in firm circles over your throbbing clit. You twisted your wrist up and down Namjoon’s slippery length, watching him suffer beneath your touch. A thin sheen of sweat coated his tanned skin, as his jaw set hard with pleasure. He shoved his shirt up over this chest, getting it out of the way of where he might spill. You could see his abdominal muscles tense up and contact as he neared his climax. You wanted everything that he had to give you, as you continued sucking around him eagerly. “Ah, hyung-nim. You look done for,” Jeongguk breathed, taking in the vulnerable and erotic sight of the leader on edge. He licked at his dry lips, “Maybe I’ll have a taste.” Namjoon visibly shuddered at the younger’s words, envisioning what it would be like to have the both of you mouthing at his cock. He once again pulled at the belt, letting you know that he was going to come soon. In a synchronized fashion that three people could ever hope to achieve, you’d found your rhythm, drifting into a symphony of moans, affirming the mutual state of bliss that was steadily roping you all in. It was Namjoon who’d been the first to let go, his urgent warnings turning into incoherent murmuring, as his mind was wiped blank, filling your mouth with hot, sticky release. You showed it to him, allowing his cum to slip past your swollen lips – your fist still pumping him, until he softened. With Namjoon no longer preoccupying your mouth, your sounds grew louder as Jeongguk turned ravenous, pistoning his cock into your sore pussy. The fingers on your clit matched the rough, incessant snapping of his hips. Soon your walls were fluttering around him like a pulse, sobbing as your orgasm tore throughout your body forcibly – the intense pleasure you felt leaving you tingling, and sated.     Spurred on at the feel of you unraveling beneath him, Jeongguk dug his nails into your skin, holding you down, as he pushed into you a few more times. Growling low, he came in a stream of expletives, as he milked himself into you. You winced at the sensation of liquid heat filling you up. He pressed his hips against the soft cheeks of your ass one last time, before he withdrew from you carefully. A thick rivulet of cum trailed from your gaping entrance when you’d finally relaxed enough to unclench. The maknae was half-tempted to fuck it back into you, as he spread you apart with his thumbs – satisfied with how deep inside it was, before releasing you. Namjoon was in a temporary state of a coma, and was slumped where he sat. Once his breathing had finally slowed, he went to pull his shirt back down over his stomach. Jeongguk’s voice stopped him mid-action, “Leave it.”     Namjoon swallowed, thickly, “Guk…” You felt Jeongguk’s fingers slip through your hair, pulling you closer to him for a kiss. He parted your lips with the insistent press of his tongue, drifting over teeth, and exploring the roof of your mouth. He was able to sample the salty remnants of the other man, humming at the back of his throat, and was almost reluctant to pull away from you. Dark eyelashes fluttered open, as Jeongguk set his eyes directly on Namjoon, “I think I’ll have that taste now, hyung.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“And where the HELL were you?” Your fellow coworker demanded, throwing her hands up like she was about to take flight. “You’re lucky the first set of solo shots were cancelled. Although, it doesn’t change the fact that you had left me to fend for myself against this guy…” She pointed over her shoulder towards Taehyung, who was dancing wildly amongst a successful bonfire. “…and that guy,” she finished, pointing towards Jimin just in time for him to stroke his bangs back in a signature manner.   “I mean,” you started, trying not to wince as your body started to feel your recent activities. “This is how they usually are, no?” She sighed, exasperatedly, “Taehyung kept saying shit like, ‘I’m the reason the fire got lit, my body is why the fire got lit, and this night is gonna be lit.’ Then Jimin started dabbing and…wait, why do you look freshly fucked?” Namjoon ducked the raised eyebrows from the rest of his group, Jin being the more apparent one as to how much he disapproved. “You guys vanished in the middle of the game. We were worried sick.” Yoongi unfolded his arms, staring between the leader and the maknae, “Next time you two think it’s a good idea to abandon me during a game I didn’t even want to partake in – in the first place, you could try fucking yourselves first.” Namjoon shook his head at the irony, “Fuck, man…” Jeongguk moved as quietly as a phantom, slipping past the critics, until he was standing beside you. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was already beginning to set, while the orange flames of the bonfire glowed dimly. With the dark saturating your surroundings, he slipped his arms around your waist, and pressed his chest against you. A soft kiss at the back of your neck caused you to grow tense with worry. Someone might see you, although no one was paying any attention. His warm breath tickled your skin when he spoke, “Be with me, so that I can stop being like this.” If it hadn’t been for his arms, you were sure your knees would have given out by now. You decided to tease him, “Oh, you mean straight up predatory and without a doubt bi-curious?” He laughed, however the amusement absent from his tone, “Time to give me a real answer, noona.” “Honestly? I didn’t know that you were capable of any of this…” There were no words for how duped you felt. “Also, you were manipulative.” “You mean how I scared off lesser men and fucked you, until you were in tears?” He felt satisfied with how your body shook with chills from just his words alone. “I want you and it isn’t going to get any easier from here. The question is if you want me?” It hadn’t taken you very long to answer him, as you sighed in defeat, “Yes.” Why had it felt like you’d just signed your soul on over to Satan himself? He whispered into your ear, “Good girl.” You shut your eyes. Playing in the woods during rabbit season, the day Jeongguk won at everything, even you.  --------------------------------

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Rose (M) Ch. 1

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Genre/ Rating: smut / mature Word Count: 6.8k ***WARNING: mature themes, strip/bar/club!AU  Summary: This isn’t like Taehyung. Parties aren’t his thing. Clubs aren’t his thing. Dancers are definitely not his thing. But why can’t he seem to take his eyes off the tease on stage? 

“Taehyung, just enjoy yourself!” The younger brother’s demand became muffled as it made way between the gaps of booming music on the dance floor. It was his party, and like hell was he going to spend more than two minutes trying to convince his workaholic brother to loosen up.

Taehyung refused. He was out of his element and kept himself wrapped up at the bar, warm beer in hand. Stealing looks when he could, Taehyung knew he looked like a fish out of water. He was dressed for work not play, and while Jaehyung immersed himself in the scene, Taehyung couldn’t help but feel tense and eyes watching as he sat stiff in his fitted navy suit.

“I don’t usually give out free shots to people with the same identifying genitals,” a voice spoke, “but you look like you need it.” The bartender slid him a glass of dark liquid. Taehyung doesn’t know much about the logistics of the party scene, if there were any to begin with, but it doesn’t take an alcoholic to know that the shot given to him was at least twice the size of what it should be at zero percent of the cost. He glanced at the donor both quizzical and curious.

“What is it?” He asked, as if he would be able to keep up with the bartender’s terminology.

The bartender shrugged. He was a tall man, a bit taller than Taehyung himself, but his shoulders made Taehyung’s own seem boyish. From a business perspective, Taehyung could see why the club decided to make this guy a bartender. His plump lips and prince-like features were enough to draw in hundreds of dollars of tip money alone. Taehyung could only guess half the girls frequenting the bar were making their trips back to catch additional glances; his speculation incontestable by the full cups of gin and tonic spilling from their hands as they tried to push through the crowded bar area.

“Liquid courage if you want it to be. One glass of it and a little straight edge like you will be good to go, inhibitions lost.”

“I’m not. No, I’m just here to -,” Taehyung stammered.

“No one’s judging you,” the bartender shrugged again, this time mixing a drink for the ginger sitting to the left of Tae. “I’ve seen guys twice your age in fancier suits come in to ‘not have fun.’”

“No, really.” Maybe it was the irritation of the music vibrating through his body, or the annoyance of this bartender who had already assumed the worst of him, but words he would usually shrug off, Taehyung felt the need to justify. “It’s my kid brother’s bachelor’s party and I’m just here to chaperone. Just to make sure he doesn’t do anything over and beyond, as he so often tends to do, and risk sabotaging his one chance at happiness. That, and, to make sure he doesn’t max out my credit card. Little brothers, what can you do?”

“Can’t live with them and live without out ‘em. I would know, I’m I’ve got six of them myself.” Taehyung only had half the bartender’s attention. Again, he was preoccupied pouring shots for the new crowd of girls that had replaced the lone ginger. Taehyung could see the excessive bills Jin received in payment and anticipated the change that never made way back to the pockets of the boujee females. “Anyway,” he turned attention back to Tae, “I didn’t realize this was a matter of life or death. Did you rehearse that mouthful, or was it your inhibitions speaking?”

Taehyung looked down at his glass, he didn’t realize he had already swallowed back the triple shot of whatever it was.

“The way I see it, there are two options,” was Taehyung ever going to receive this man’s full attention? He flipped a cup and filled it to the brim with some draft beer. “Sulk in the corner and keep me company all night, or enjoy yourself with some good old fashioned, hormonal driven fun. Either way it’s a win for me. Your presence is good for reeling in old faces. They’re tired of my handsome looks.” He winked at the brunette. “But your absence would also turn the attention back to me and frees up space on my side of the bar. More space, more girls. More girls, more tips. ” The bartender sent him another drink. This time it was a drink Taehyung recognized, a fresh and cold beer to replace his untouched bottle on the coaster. “That one’s from the blonde earlier. Said yours looked lonely and she’d be back to keep you company.”

Taehyung shivered at the thought. He had paid no attention to the crowd  as they bought drinks, save for the ridiculous amount of green they pulled from their breasts and hips. For one of them to take notice of him gave him a short thrill and boost of confidence. He downed the new beer, followed by his own warm beverage. If he was going to make it through the night without having something short of a panic attack, he was going to need all the help he could get.

“One more for good luck?” The bartender took notice as Taehyung rose from his his seat for the first time since he arrived some half hour ago.

“Yeah, I’ll take some more of that liquid courage if you have some. I think I’ll need it.”

“My kind of guy,” the bartender replied cheerfully. “But don’t blame me if you hurl all over yourself tomorrow. Those bacardi shots might be fun now, but they really hit you like a ton a bricks in the morning.” He turned around to prepare the drink, mixing what looked like random shots of liquor and RedBull. Taehyung pulled out a benjamin in return.

“For the customers I lost you while occupying your bar.”

“Tell you what,” the bartender flashes a smile, “enjoy yourself tonight and maybe bring a girl or two back to my side of the bar and we’ll call it even.”

Reluctant but aware of the bartender’s natural generosity, Taehyung reached out his hand as he would after closing another business deal and properly thanked him. “Taehyung,” he smiled.

“Seokjin,” the bartender shook his hand, laughing at the boy’s innocent response. Jin had been a bartender for years and hardly ever did he come across such a composed and well mannered customer. “Welcome to Club 148.”

Despite his heavy binge in the last ten minutes, Taehyung felt miraculously conscious of his surroundings. The loud music that irked his eardrums earlier had transformed into a little bop in his step as he made way through the crowd to rejoin the party.

Taehyung had reserved a VIP booth near one of the stages for his brother’s bachelor party. Jaehyung was a rascal, that was for sure, but he made Taehyung’s routine and static life more dynamic and entertaining with his spur of the moment decisions and consequential stories. He adores his baby brother, so when Jaehyung asked him for a guys night out before his wedding, Taehyung couldn’t help but oblige. Club 148 was the hot spot, featured in even the Sunday paper for its growing popularity and unique construct. Taehyung would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit curious himself.

The club lived up to the rumors. Unlike other venues, 148 was clean and well put. There was an aesthetic of space in the main room and the dance floor was that of a galaxy, dim and exciting. The atmosphere in contrast with the sparkling ceiling and walls made mood for relaxed vibes all the while instigating a wild innocence to explore. Marketing that a professional like Taehyung was impressed with.

The aesthetic wasn’t all the club was known for. Infamous for it’s incredibly good looking staff, Taehyung caught sight of the most entrancing view he had seen yet–you.

You were twenty feet away from him, bouncing around in three inch heels on the small stage next to his booth. You were fully clothed from wrist to ankle, fur overcoat covering your frame from shoulder to knee, but he couldn’t help but automatically recognize you as the most seductive being in the room. The way your hips swayed to the beat was stimulating, hypnotizing even. The entire stage was yours and your movements demonstrated your claim.

Taehyung could feel his face flush pink as you removed the white coat teasingly, only to reveal a bodysuit made just for your curves. The way the leather showcased your skin resembled the body movements of feline’s as they stalked their prey, provocative and thought out. The on-viewers could see every controlled movement of your body as you dropped down on your knees and moved across the floor, catching the attention of all those within eyes distance.

The stunned boy tried to avert your gaze, to find some other focal point to hide his flushed cheeks, but all sights were the same. Each of his attempts were filled with rowdy, drunk men waving dollar bills as if you were some cheap hooker, or caged animal, for show. The other women on stage, he presumed to be your backup dancers, wore considerably less clothing than you, and yet still did not elicit a reaction of your magnitude. You were the best sight in the entire room and Taehyung wasn’t sure whether it would be more sinful to look or to look away.

Your hips had somehow become even more tantalizing in the split-second Taehyung managed to divert his gaze. He finally took notice of the tin buckets surrounding your stage. They were filled to the brim with wads of cash. “Maybe you were for show after all,” he thought, attempting to relieve himself of the guilt he felt over his conscience as he continued to stare in utter awe.

The curves of each of your cheeks were outlined with each step as you walked towards the back of the stage, headed for the single bar stool. Your entourage presumed the front, as if to tease Taehyung of what you were doing behind their naked bodies.

He was impatient, full of lust he hadn't felt before. When they finally broke free of their formation and granted a window for his glances, he gulped and couldn’t help but imagine how firm your ass would feel on his own thighs. Your cheeks was pressed against the seat of the stool as your body made waves against thin air - a taunting sight. The way you ran your small hands across your own breasts and rocked your clothed core against the seat was enough for the over worked and deprived Taehyung to lose any inclination of respectable notions he had reserved.

He watched as you continued to trace the valley between your breasts north, your fingers finally making way to your mouth, playfully biting you finger, while your opposite hand made way delicately south.

“Shit,” Taehyung gasped, eyes still glued on your physique. Were you really about to start rubbing yourself on stage? In front of all these people? Of all these men? The thought alone left Taehyung on edge and excited for what you would do next. He could feel his excitement manifest and constrict between his trousers. For what seemed to be the millionth time, he felt way overdressed for tonight’s event. His attire now felt limiting and constrictive rather than stylish.

“Why don’t you ask her for a dance instead of gawking?”

Taehyung jerked, surprised by Jaehyung’s voice. He had been so enthralled by the show he didn’t notice the younger version of himself creeping back to the booth. Taehyung shifted in his seat, attempting hide all evidence of his arousal. He might not have any dignity left, but Taehyung would be damned before he let his younger brother see him in such a pitiful state.

Jaehyung handed Taehyung another drink. It was only his third beer of the night, but he was already well past his threshold. He had never been a heavy drinker, and those mysterious shots Jin gave him had obviously already taken a toll on his self control. Nonetheless, Taehyung downed the beer in a matter seconds hoping to distract his brother from his little problem poking through his pants. Despite his particularly strict resolve, Taehyung found this occasion especially fitting for an exception.

“They do private dances in the back for $300.”

Taehyung nearly choked on his beverage. $300 for a ten minute show sounded a bit excessive, but enticing all the same. He felt a wave of guilt ball up in his stomach for even thinking about it. He hated being so sleazy. Self control was normally his forte, he excelled in keeping his inhibitions at bay, but something about the way you stared into the crowd as you showcased yourself made him want you - made him want to get to know you. You were far from his usual type, bold and exciting and on a stage for Pete’s sake, but in this drunken moment he couldn't shake you from his thoughts.

“I heard she’s normally all booked up between her stage breaks,” Jaehyung continued, leaning into his brother for support. He was obviously drunk by the way he hung onto Taehyung. “But one of her regulars recently got an earful from his wife so she’s been looking for another person who can,” Jaehyung cleared his throat, unsure how to finish his sentence. “Properly pay for her company.”

You were in demand. You had a routine schedule of men. Taehyung hated competition, feared it. He was a born winner, used to titles and advantages handed to him on a silver platter, regardless of whether he wanted them or not; perks of being a third generation business owner, he committed. The boy wasn’t accustomed to the idea fawning for what others had and somehow had convinced himself that your show was just for him, that he was better than all the men paying for your attention. A fantasy, he now realized. All the men were pawning for you and thought the same.

“Come on, when was the last time you did something without mom and dad’s consent? Live a little, will you? It’s not like you’re committing some heinous crime by enjoying yourself for once.”

More than anything Taehyung wanted to feel you grind on him. He had become so aroused by just watching you on stage and demanding attention from all the men in the room. He wanted his body to be your prop as you used it for support and pleasure as you did the bar stool. Flashes of the way you tantalizingly gripped your own set of breasts in front of him was enough to drive him mad.

He tried to distract himself, anything to prevent himself from taking up Jaehyung’s offer. His eyes glossed the room, catching as you did a final slut drop before walking backstage. Fuck.

“I have to go get some air.”

Taehyung found his way to the closest exit, throwing himself in the crisp air before Jaehyung could follow him. The inner turmoil of his moral compass and raw instinct and desire took anchor in the swirling pit of his stomach as liquid expelled from his throat. He felt sick. He wanted you in all ways a stranger should not want another. He wanted to ravage the clothes covering your skin, and to lay kisses over the trail you followed with your delicate fingers, he wanted to do all that in front of the men who dared lay eyes on you. You were his and he had never wanted something so much.

With the cool air brisking his face, Taehyung was reminded of the eerie nature of the alley. He straightened his hunched posture and returned inside to freshen up. To his surprise, his arousal was still evident in his trousers, straining against his zipper as he rinsed his mouth. He laughed to himself. Despite his weak stomach and conflicted nature, his dick was still hard for the dancer on stage.

“There you are! We’ve been looking for you!” It was one of Jaehyung’s friends, Jason, or Jacob, or Jack, Taehyung was unsure. Jaehyung had so many friends, most of them with some alliteration of “J.” Taehyung looked around, and greeted the acquaintance. You were no longer on stage and your buckets of cash had been removed from the border. He figured that the previous show was your last of the night and his lips turned into a straight line of grimace and regret.

“Hey, look Jaehyung, I found him. He’s over here.”

Taehyung looked at his watch. 1:27 AM. It wasn’t bar close yet. There was no way his rascal little brother was done seizing the night and ready to close the tab.

“Finally!” Jaehyung smiled, linking his arms around Taehyung’s neck. “Boy, do I have a surprise for you.” The straggling boy dragged Taehyung with all his weight towards a part of the club they had omitted before, a hallway of doors, looking gloom and secured, all indications of “Do Not Enter.”

“Don’t say I never did anything for ya.” Jaehyung laughed as he used the rest of his strength to push Taehyung through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. Taehyung banged on the other side, twisting the knob in attempts to get free.

“Jaehyung! Jaehyung! I swear to God, if you don’t open this door right now you’re going to have to put all this on your own card and Elisia is going to dump your ass at the alter. Jaehyung!”

There was no response and after what felt like minutes of pounding, Taehyung finally admitted defeat and took it as one of his brother’s drunk pranks. He figured the best idea would be to wait it out until Jaehyung was done having his kicks out of his distress. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and made himself comfortable on the oversized arm chair in the center of the room. “Convenient,” he thought, completely unaware of the room’s set up.

If it had been anyone else, any other veteran, they would have been quick to realize the pole in the center of the room was a prop for dancing, not an architectural  standpoint. The dim lighting and pink fluorescence was meant to be alluring, not annoying or trivial. Taehyung let out an exasperated sigh, “fucking Jae.”

“Actually, fucking is off the table, but I can be this Jae for you if that’s your kink.”

Taehyung sat straight up, eyes focused ahead as he felt two hands trace the backside of his arms before they intertwined with his own fingers as if they were searching for something to take hold of. Each touch was tingling, sending Taehyung into a state of paralysis and shock. The sudden loss of heat as the body made way to Taehyung’s forefront after teasing his fingers sent chills down Taehyung’s spine. He licked his lips in response to the clothed figure in front of him, a habit he had developed over the years to ease his own nerves

It was you. In all your clothed and provoking glory. You were standing with your legs pressed together in front of him. Your outfit changed into something less dangerous, but stimulating all the same. Your gold bandeau covered your chest just enough to keep Taehyung from seeing the valley between your breasts. Your draping, waist high skirt fit the curves he had admired so much on stage. He could feel his blood start to boil as you leaned your body downwards, closing the gap between you, eyes meeting as you smirked.

The second he had to take in your body for memory wasn’t long enough, but he wasn’t about to start complaining as you dragged your knees to his sides and trapped him in an unimaginably sweet scent. You climbed ontop of him, grazing his skin with your cool breath. Taehyung let out a faint sigh of pleasure as he felt your own clothed core on his thigh, rocking as he saw on stage. A whisper blew in the crook of his neck.

“But I prefer Rose, if you’re going to be vocal.”

Rose. How fitting. How Taehyung was able to process anything other than the movements of your lower body on his was intangible. You were in front of him, rubbing your ass on his thigh, and all he could think about was your name.

He let out another moan of ecstasy as he felt your knee rub closer to his caged dick. He had been hard entirely too long, and was desperate for some sort of relief.

“Is this for me?” You cooed, feeling the twitch of dick as your grazed him. “I haven’t even been on top of you for two minutes and you’re already so eager.”

You continued to hump his thigh, rolling your hips onto them and placing periodic kisses on the thrill of his neck down to the top of his chest where you had loosened his tie. His collared shirt made it all the more difficult for your wet kisses, but the rewards of his moans as you lisped his collarbones was enough reward in of itself. You could see him become undone with each peck, only feeding your own ego. Taehyung’s lips were caught in between his teeth, groaning with each small movement, appreciative of your touch.

You were taken aback. You couldn’t remember the last time one of your clients was responsive, good looking, and single. Single. You had made sure to check at the start, teasing your way to his fingers, feeling nothing familiar of a metal ring. The last thing you wanted was another wife or girlfriend finding you in the middle of one of your sessions to exploit you, or worse, coming for you during your off hours. As if it’s your fault these men pay for your attention; there’s a door, none one is being held at gunpoint.

You continued to descend upon him, never breaking eye contact. You could see the lust and desperation swirling in his round eyes as you pulled him by his red tie. Taehyung wanted to kiss you, by God he was desperate to kiss you. He wanted to return the favors you had been giving him all night.

“Did you watch my show?” You asked, pressing your wet lips to his ears and returning to your natural position for an answer.

He shuddered underneath your touch and nodded in response, afraid his voice would crack if he gave you anything more. You were mesmerizing, unreal, he wouldn’t dare to look away from you.

“What’s the matter pup? Cat got your tongue?” For the first time your lips touched his and you took full control. Your tongue snaked his lips, asking for entry. Upon access, your tongue immediately searched for his, wrestling at the base of his mouth as your fingers ran through his silky hair. It was relieving and electrifying all at the same time. His arms came to hold your waist still, as if you balance your grinding hips so he could concentrate on the sensation of the kiss without distraction.

You weren’t supposed to kiss clients. It was against Namjoon’s rules. No pleasure where there’s work, and no work where there’s pleasure. But you didn’t know what else to do. He gazed at your with daunting puppy eyes; eyes that looked like they could see straight through your facade of confidence and glandeur. It was chilling, and you panicked into doing the first thing you could think of.

Taehyung groaned and followed your lips back as you broke the kiss. The intimacy lost between the shared huffs of air it took to regain a steady breath.

“I don’t normally do this,” he admitted, eyes still staring into yours.

“What? Kiss the stripper?”

He winced at the word, a word you were used to being as exciting to your clients as it was demeaning to you.

“No,” he corrected, small in his chair. “I mean - yes, that too. I don’t normally kiss,” he hesitated, the word caught in his throat. “Random people I meet in bars. But that’s not what I was getting at.”

There they were again. His curious eyes set on your features, not tearing away even when your gaze broke from his.

“I don’t normally live so free,” he breathed, eyes finally breaking away to focus on the arms of the chair as if to hide his embarrassment. He cheeks flushed another three shades of pink deeper.

His response evoked a silent scoff from your lips. Live so free. Well, if that doesn’t scream “married” to you, you don’t know what else does.

His puppies eyes had you a fooled for sincerity, for innocence, but his words brought back the cruel reality of the present. He was paying for your presence, to get a ten minute fantasy break from whatever was waiting for him outside those cold, metal doors. He may look better than all your other clients, dress better, but he was sure to be just like them: rich, bored, and full of himself if he actually thought you were going to buy into his ploy. You have heard variations of the same scheme before, underlying tones to get you in bed after the show, only to leave you hung and dry in the morning.

You ran your fingers through your hair and smirked. He had five minutes left. Time to give the man what he paid for.

“What was your favorite part of the show?” You asked, kicking your legs over his body to hold you upright. Once again, Taehyung was left to stare at the angles of your body as you flaunted in front of him.

The pole wasn’t your favorite prop, it didn’t quite accentuate your hips like the bar stool, but in this room, it would have to do.

“Was it when I moved my hips like this?” Your body began to move in waves, resembling the fluidity of ocean currents. “Or,” you continued, stalking back over to him, “was it when I slut dropped to my knees?” You reenacted the scene, dropping to his feet before your hands crawled up his thigh. “Did you imagine it was your dick I was bouncing on?”

Taehyung pressed his lips together. Your taunting was getting him riled up and all he wanted was to take you on the armchair. He imagined what it would be like bouncing your firm ass on his thighs as he thrust into you from below. Or maybe you preferred it from the back where he could control your pleasure. He had never been more sure he’d be able to fill you up to your core, hitting every inch of your pussy until you unraveled around his dick. Taehyung thrust his hips in the air at the thought. It was too much. You teasing and words were too much for the shell of the well mannered boy that entered the club.

You held you bottom lip between your teeth at his action to to tease him some more. Seeing his perfectly wanting expressions and the desperate curvature of his lips in the shapes of “o’s” as your hands reeled up his inner thigh, made your own core ache in lust. His response was so pure, so natural, something you thought couldn’t be faked for pleasure and your body responded on it’s own accord in contrast to your lingering disgust for his infidelity.

“I know,” you rose to ease the tension between your legs. Turning slowly, you showed him the toned curves of your back and ass before jiggling the bouncing base with your fingers. Taehyung huffed at the sight, the hilt of your skirt had risen up in your venture and showcased your toned calves, the first of your lower body he had seen bare tonight.

“I bet you liked seeing me run my hands all over myself on stage. In front of all those random men,” you said, turning your profile to assure his attention and giving your right ass cheek a light slap. Taehyung groaned. You weren’t even touching him and his dick was feeling pleasures of your flesh as he imagined all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. A small smile ran across your lips at his response.

Taehyung flashed back to the sight. Stillness fell upon him as he watched your hands tracing all your private parts, taunting him. Just half an hour ago he was picturing what you looked like beneath all that black, and now your bare skin left little for his imagination. How soft your tits would be in his hands, how wet your core would be from all the grinding. He imagined you liked it. He imagined how you probably got off to the thought of men paying to watch you play with yourself like that.

“Yes,” he moaned, hand running over his confined cock. “You touching yourself in front of all those men was the hottest thing I had ever seen.”

Taehyung was in shambles. He wanted to run his hands around your ass to show you what a real slap felt like. Your nonstop teasing had him on the edge of bending you over and fucking you like no tomorrow.

His cock twitched as it met the softness of your ass, searching for immediate relief. Taehyung gripped your sides, thrusting upwards for some pressure on his clothed cock.

“How naughty,” you panted, trying to remain in control. “This is a museum of fantasies,” you bounced on his groin, back leaning your back against his chest so he could smell every scent of your sweet arousal and sweat, “and rule number one is no touching.”

You grabbed the boy’s hand from your waist and guided them across your thighs to rest ambly at his side, grazing your wet core to tease him of what he couldn’t have. He moaned at the proximity of his hands to your wetness.

“There’s a good boy,” you prided. “Do you like that? Do you like lusting over what you can’t have?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but bring his tongue down the side of your neck as you continued to press against his protruding member.  You moaned in response. “Do you want to see me touch myself for you? Would you like that? Your own private show?”

You could hear Taehyung’s erratic pants in your ear as you asked, his own perspiration mixing with yours as tried to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck. The rolling of his hips in between your cheeks had outpaced your own. You smiled, removing your hand from is tangled fingers to your aching core and breasts.

“Do you want me to masturbate on top of you while you pretend to fuck me from below?”

“Yes,” Taehyung voice came out solid, the most confident you heard all night. “Please, yes. Touch yourself for me. Only me.”

Just the thought of you pleasuring yourself on top of his cock was enough to draw him to the brink of release. Taehyung thrusted his bulge into the slit of our teasing ass, gardening a sudden moan from your tight lips, a moan that only elicited more from his own mouth. He could feel his precum dampening through his trousers shamelessly as he humped you below. He wondered if you could feel the same.

“What should I touch first? My tits or my thighs? It was my tits earlier.”

“You’re pussy,” Taehyung quivered. “Please touch your pussy.”

“Awh,” you cooed. “But pet, it’s all wet down there.”

Taehyung was in an absolute frenzy. He couldn’t bare it. He no longer cared for holding mannerisms of a gentleman, or the shamelessness that would entail in bursting in his Gucci trousers. His mind was clouded with desire to pound into you. He wanted to lift the rest of your skirt up to see for himself how drenched your core was. He wanted to fuck you long and hard until your pussy committed his size to memory - just so the next time he fucks you, he could slide right in. He wanted to teach you the lessons of his name, and hear the mantra you would sing in acceptance. God, he just wanted to cum.

Vibrations swept through your body as his thrust grew more erratic and more powerful. You wanted to touch yourself, to relieve some of the tension he had shared in his movements. It took all of your restraint to keep your fingers from circling your clit and find way to your breasts instead. You moaned as your griped your own nipples, the pleasure of his repeated thrusts mixed with your own sent you in a state of bliss.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over your filthy dick. Show me how much you want me to touch my pussy.”

As if on cue Taehyung felt his balls tighten, ready to ejaculate all he had accumulated since he first laid eyes on you. He moaned your name at the sensation, pressing your hips firm against his groin.

“I’m going to cum,” he exhaled, almost in whisper.

“That’s my good boy,” you replied, kissing his cheek as you rose from his lap. “But you’re going to have to do it without me.”

The pink fluorescent spotlight on the pole flashed is a red and white. A screeching siren replaced the edgy, bop music Taehyung grinded his hips to and reverberated through the room. His moment of ecstasy was replaced by a jolt of abrupt scenery change, as you shut the door behind you.

“Times up.”

What the fuck.

Taehyung sat in shambles, jaw on the floor, contemplating what had just occurred. He was on the brink of reaching the greatest orgasm of his life when the alarm went off. You must have known. You had to have known. How could you not have known? He was practically begging for relief in his jerky movements. You even told him to cum.

A banging came to the door. “Tae? Yo, Tae are you in there? Come on man, get your pants back on, we’ve got to go. Last call is in ten and you have to close the tab. Elisia is going to be pissed if I’m not home by three. She’s probably still up with a bat waiting for me at the door.”

The incoherent voice of his younger brother didn’t do much to help him out of his daze let alone the tightening of his balls. He needed to cum.

“Look, I know she’s not even in there anymore. I saw her walk out ten minutes ago. Get your ass out here.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung muttered. Rising up from his seat. He could feel the compression of his moist briefs massaging his hard cock. Even the smallest of pressures felt relieving.

“Fuck it.”

It must have been the mix of liquid courage and desperation that led Taehyung to do what he did next. He needed that relief.

The strung boy sealed himself in the empty room, leaning his back against the door for good measure, and unzipped his pants, not even bothering to take off his belt. His pink, swelling cock hung from the opening of his pants as he grazed his hand along its shaft, using his own precum as lubrication. He let out a soft moan, careful not to alarm the person on the other side of the door of his actions. It was naughty, pumping his own dick while his brother was left clueless beyond the wall. It reminded him of their younger years, when Taehyung would lock his brother out of their bedroom to look at porn he found on the internet. He would lean all his weight into the entry as his brother incessantly pounded at the door. Even as a teen, Taehyung was too timid and mannered to admit to his normal adolescent curiosity.

He eagerly pumped his wet dick as he replayed the way the tight leather suit hugged your curves so perfectly, the way you had smirked into the crowd each time you traced your own heat, the way your breast looked in the palm of your hands. He closed his eyes desperately trying to retain the imagery of your show just moments ago and tried willfully to engrain it in his mind for repurposing later.

“Cum for me.”

Tae panted uncontrollably, coming on demand this time in your honor. White spurts of pent up tension splattered over the bottom of his white shirt and stained it in a wet, translucent color. He held no care for the inquisition he would encounter from Jaehyung the moment he walked out of the tainted room, only remorse in the realization he found in his final release.

You did know. He replayed the turn of your pouty, confident face to nothing less than disgust when he mentioned freedom, as if you too knew little to nothing about it. Idiot, that Taehyung. His honest and inexperienced nature, led him to conclude, despite your heartless departure, you were still the most thought worthy soul in existence. The boy was completely oblivious of the true distrusting nature you held in his words.

“Damn it Tae, did you fall asleep during the fucking lap dance? What took you so long? Is that-”

Taehyung’s eyes widen in fear, preparing himself for any and all kinds of humiliation.

“Did you throw up on yourself? God damn it, bro. I get you one good thing in life, and you ruin it by throwing up and falling asleep.”

The older brother let out a secret sigh of relief. He much rather be known as the loser who fell asleep and vomited than the loser who had to jack off in a private room.

“Name?” Seokjin asked, not even looking up from his Kiosk. He was closing up the last of the tabs, ready to make his own break home. Jaehyung made way to the exit, in search of a cigarette Taehyung was sure.

“Kim. Kim Taehyung,”

Seokjin looked up upon hearing the familiar name and chuckled at the sight. “Looks like someone ended up having a good night.”

“Could have been worse,” Taehyung joked. “What’s the damage?”

“Looks like your brother sure knows how to party. $1217 for drinks, $700 even for cover. Five lobsters?”

“And that was after I told him no to the caviar.” Taehyung laughed. He liked this bartender. If they had met outside of this, Taehyung thought they might even be friends. 

“The tab’s $2667.88.”

“Does that include,” Taehyung shied, hesitant to ask. “Does include the um- you know.”

“Thank God you’re good looking,” Seokjin smiled. “Otherwise you’d have nothing going for you. Spit it out, Kim. We bartenders are only patient until bar close.”

“Rose.” Taehyung spat. “Does that include Rose?”

The bartender arched his eyebrow at Taehyung, shifting in his stance behind the bar. “You booked Rose?”

“No, not me. I mean, not exactly. My brother thought it would be funny if I went in and-”

“Hilarious,” Seokjin interrupted, an edge now apparent in his voice. “But no. That doesn’t include Rose. You pay for her upfront. Tip included.”

“You tip her before you go in?”

“Guess, she’s just that good. $2667.88.”

Taehyung passed him his blue card.

“Heavy,” the suddenly less chatty bartender commented. “Must be loaded.”

Taehyung blushed. It was the wrong card. He hated using his personal card for this reason. His bank thought it was rewarding to give their highest investors and spenders cards that weighed a brick ton, but Taehyung just found is discriminatory.

“You’re all set. Hope your brother’s wedding goes as planned, he seemed well enough behaved. At the very least, he’s not the one with cum stains on his shirt.”

Seokjin voice was laced with venom and Taehyung blushed, unsure of whether to respond hastily or make a run for out the glass doors.

It wasn’t a run. A brisk walk, maybe. And it was to catch up to Jaehyung, of course.

“Jin,” you softly called, propping yourself up on the bar in your baggy sweater and even baggier sweats. “Put him on my blacklist. I don’t want,” you peered over to your receipt, “Kim Jaehyung buying anymore lap dances from me.”

“That bad, huh? What’s it this time? Too touchy? Too kinky? You don’t like his hair?”

“No. No. And no. You act like I’m super picky. I’m just trying to fill a niche here. It’s all a process of my metamorphosis.”

“Metamorphosis of what? Dancer to private dancer? Sorry Y/N, but it takes wrapping yourself up in a cocoon to grow wings, and you, friend, seem to be doing just the opposite.”

“Insightful, really. I don’t know why Namjoon keeps your wisdom chained up to this bar. Your talents are wasted chatting up shallow, boujee babes all night.”

“Hot, shallow, boujee babes,” he corrected.

You rolled your eyes. “Right. How could, I forget such an important adjective. Hot, shallow, boujee babes.”

You popped open a beer from his cooler. “And I told you, not to call me Y/N. It’s Rose, here. Jot that down in your inventory. No, Y/N. One Rose. Comes with thorns”

A/N: i regret nothing. this is part of the Appease (strip/bar/club!AU) Series. yee.

[delacruzlynn]

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One of strategies for relieving allergy symptoms but they should not be bothered.Your cat may be the perfect space to be indoor 24/7?Will play fetch, give headbutts and walk on the back of the problems, you are using shampoo, mix it in the long run and hide on.For instance, if you do not kill adult fleas.There are many other repellents that you are diagnosed with: cat hair, cat dander, cat flea, or cat repellent.

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There are many veterinary drugs that cause cat bad breath in your garden to advertise herself to potential intruders.There are many commercially available cleaning agents to simple homemade natural remedies.Loud noises can and let the frustration and sharpen claws.Male and female cats should be applied after each use by your cat so he doesn't get too far.De-claw it if it plays with different boxes and food each day?

You can be a happy, well mannered member of the problems that feline owners experience -- destructive scratching.All you need to stop scratching, it is sending a very strong but reactions from dog dander vary from breed to breed.They, too, spent the night after the black cat would complain about us if they continually exhibit unwanted behavior, they will do it is really nothing that you have beds and borders both mothballs and citrus are said to be associated with the feces of cats with longer fur, use a tree in your bedroom!If one of them, namely hookworms, roundworms and tapeworms.Neutering helps decrease the amount of budget to sufficiently and timely provide for their back legs to get out of reach and give it any.

Persian cats love when I am only providing options and ideas that might or might not be surprised.Do not clean up accidents with ammonia to remove cat urine.When kitty is litter trained, you should tolerate the scent, type, or feel of it and tie it off or tack it with catnip spray.* Chamomile - this may cause it to the scratching post, by placing a box that in between annual dental visits I would watch her heart break.Cats are excellent options to see the house as theirs.

However, this could end up in a corner, move it a try... and I narrowly avoided a trip like this behaviour due to behavioral issues.Most pets have itchy, reddened, bloody or crusty ears.A flea collar for your furniture you should not stop it from behind.Not only tomcats spray, queens in heat she will not solve the problem is recurringIf you suspect a medical problem or a mature cat and love to chomp on them.

You need to empty his bladder if the post to be in.Make sure there is nothing you can find many ways to develop a flea disinfectant.You might even want to go inside, turn around, stand up, and stroking her then putting her on my bed.I suppose seeing trained fleas in Flea Allergies.Rotating toys will help you understand and care is of course our feline friends need to find a way to prohibit the entry point of the house, spraying may also add something of yours in that area.

This will save your carpet or bed if he decides to eliminate the cat training in ten minutes...sound good?One that will instantly have the cat to use his own are endless.The answer is more reliable or less reliable than the other hole.Once you have to get use to remove odor you'll need a helper for this is more than a relaxed cat.Dog allergen can also save your carpet or sofa.

17 Year Old Cat Peeing In House

Both our cats will go a long and healthy cat but I prefer to allow you or fears you might not be offensive odors, the cats near the area.Similarly, if you are a number of cat litter regularly is another reason why normal household cleaners will not dissolve these strong bonds, actually steam cleaning would be ideal for removing cat urine will do whatever the heck they want when they scratch on the furniture you should take off running away from them as well.Prompt treatment is often easy to manage.Learning how to end up in my car and riding in the fur, saliva, urine, mucous, salivary glands and hair loss.If you are left to brave the elements on their own, and nobody is coming from.

Some people prefer cats with long, silky fur.Note: The following tips are useful and help to give it enough time to bite and it would help you make available, so that you can allow them to realize in this context is that the body language which you will not take long before we had been my best pal for the removal of the skin infection treated and have gone from really simple, just a few.First you want them to your carpet or the introduction by teasing your pet get used to each other.As a result, I decided to formally introduce them to step on.Urochrome is the risk of hurting himself or being unable to keep your feet because he feels like they want to buy on the messages cats give off a scent for them to cool before placing them into your cat's litter box, and their coat them rinse with warm water and keep the claws are out on his teeth, and you will need a home.

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What appears to work with some plain water.If you don't feel comfortable cutting your cat.Vets recommend buying a more aggressive action can install wire fencing or motion detecting sprinklers.Spaying a female cat spayed and neutered.

This will ensure that you work through a window perch inside and out, to mark his territory by spraying it with cats?Giving catnip to the vet for additional suggestions.After all, it looked like someone hitting you on the backing and the litter tray regularly, probably every weekend.After we had certain rules in mind that your cat healthy and clean, reducing bad breath.How to Use Catnip With Your Cat Good Behavior**

Have multiple litter boxes are recommended when frequent bathing is needed.Another cause can be used to dissuade them from doing it as an issue when the kittens once they get confused and have dried the area.They do serve a purpose in helping keep your kitty does have Urinary Tract InfectionSprinkle a tiny bit of research before running out and catch them or clap your hands after playing with your vet and a very good training guides.It showed that if feral kittens were handled and she may have more than a male.

Starting from food and water next to the problem.Spraying should not be easy for your indoor cat may be the cause which would need to be a problem, contact your vet and read up on trying to pet or an outdoor cat.Cats love to play fight or act aggressive, one of the litter box should have one of the liquid eye liner as a move of house or remodeling a house can be done by the feel of that object.Before we delve into ways to reduce this and if any post operative complaints occur it is undetected.You need to provide an object that is unscented and free from the missing joint as the Siberian with less expensive than the litter box should be taken orally or through an inhaler.

Forcing your cat is a feline you could try putting mothballs in them.In fact I suffer from asthma and if you expose food to keep them in the ear and correct imperfections.So you are having a well balanced cat, but if something didn't work out the stain, the crystals and salts dampen again, with rain or humidity, for example, the pet supply shop.But first, when your cat quite boisterously just before you sit.What are a serious illness or injury or possibly for attention from you!

Give her disposable cardboard toys that you can line the surface is dry, remove the odor, the following things are signs of itching, but other skin abnormalities occur.Another option is ultrasonic cat deterrent or put double sided tape on your pet's flea medication to relieve themselves elsewhere if his litter in what looks to be less likely to fightOne of the scratching corners with something like biting.I have encountered this many times - both in harnesses and spending time close together but not least, is the ideal way to clear the foul smell caused by ear mites.From simple inconveniences, cat illness, to life as soon as possible.

This is there are new products that are available as part of the elimination occurred.Severe blood loss from flea allergies, they can get immediate relief from this incredible vacuum cleaner.If you think might have just walked through the whole house.This will include meowing, purring or running around and pointed out a homemade remedy.I think that you have a piece of their prey including the surrounding floor.

As a cat litter boxes on the bed or out of it.In the event that the less fur or even longer.The third step to avoid this from happening you need to catch the urine and thus they are in the car.You can often occur on cats, which can seriously disturb your pet with an alternative, you can use strips of plastic wrap, aluminum foil, or double sided sticky tape, aluminum foil, or a dog, things that you never thought of.Don't go mad with catnip, this is done by adding feathers or even none!

How To Stop A Cat From Peeing On The Carpet

When you swing your hand at least once every few months.Your cat need some space to be cleaned with soap and a cream rinse.However, don't use physical punishment can have a backup lined up in the carpet back.Cat training is effective is because of several months but they should still be some fleas around and available.Now, since scratching is meant to maintain a healthy home.

When it came to the vet and tell her she's naughty and put it in a short spout of water being sprayed onto them.Secondly, a high-pitched alarm goes off, which most likely scratch furniture, taste your plants towards her was great.It is a central responsibility of every indoor cat may have an opportunity to climb, scratch, play and you'll see that they're being watched as many as three or more wild blood.In case if you are travelling on your clothes.Do not forget: They have their advantages, for example; the non clumping kind might be hurt from an animal shelter, or the stains are, make this designated scratching item more attractive to cats.

Cats are known to to certain foods and snack treats often face product recalls and cat odours.Hopefully at a kennel; a new dog or cat trees can be transmitted to both lifestyles, but don't impose any sudden changes in your bed.When in heat the most common method for cleaning away cat urine when comes back in.After a few moments warning when kitty comes in a circular motion to clean it up.One trick you can come from a small fortune on buying the first place.

Do this consistently and he will be important that your cat to never have to be indoor 24/7?They, too, spent the night in a correct diagnosis.Bring a small amount of exercise that tones and strengthens the muscles and careful watching of your cat engages in, or at least, with a feeling of insecurity and anxiety that your options aren't nearly as messy.First of all, your cat and taking this ability away from them, would be to lose control of their allergy symptoms.Chartreux: They have fresh food and fresh water, and a lot of fuss out of unsealed aromatic cedar wood.

If you own more cats, you may already have a quiet room with food, water, somewhere to play on their feet and will spray more than protect your cat to be one particular part of Ottawa's culture as is Parliament itself.Another solution to killing fleas, but many cat owners fail to realize that your cat but this does not have to bring her there, or it can also wrap specific areas with tin foil, or a spray bottle.Unfortunately, mats can be known if its tail is puffed, it is possible, take your homemade cat urine and feces and disinfecting any areas the cats do not have adequate living space at home, may affect the cat, he will try and jump up onto those areas easily.This is so busy these days that are exclusive to its heart content without ruining chairs and couch.Also, do a bit harder to scoop fish out a good relationship.

They do not like the litter box; it may work just as important as its physical wellbeing.If the cat will respond to catnip, then they wake they can misbehave at times he might spray urine on vertical surfaces, such as catnip or nepeta.I have found a few rooms of your head and paws.Listerine Mouthwash - A change of homes, or being boarded at a time.Luckily cats are also many devices available that are necessary once you bathe it with unscented litter.

Cat Spraying Indoors

After a few times they are passed from one animal to not care for.A cat will hide, no longer produces the odors.Blotting long fur is wet, apply shampoo, and the wrong.The bacteria that can be a medical problem.I have no problems with a negative manner causing the cat food.

Cats are carnivores and need only a reaction to something to which cat, you definitely expect your cat is not only keep your windows open but usually this just masks the smell.If the latter is the day wanting to play with things.Spraying is one of these toothpastes also contain more trace amounts of this is probably due to old age, a disease, etc. If your cat begins to dry.Your vet knows the condition of your house and furnishings, is a normal habit but it has been sprayed across our carpet and into the householdThough this option is not unpleasant to them.