#and also has sadistic tendencies that he’s ashamed of

[lambmotifz]

honestly it’s hard to imagine dean being a subtop with men, much less a bottom. his interactions with women and men are vastly different (also it should be taken into account that he’s straight and likely homophobic in canon). i do think the reason why it’s a majorly accepted headcanon that he’d be the ultimate subby bottom with women and men is because his violent side & craving for control are mostly ignored by the fandom. actually it’s quite realistic for him to prefer to let women take the lead because he canonically finds fem doms hot but also it has a lot to do with his mother dying very early on, he needs to find some sort of comfort from a woman that he didn’t ever find with his mother. sex with men would be very likely the opposite (especially when it comes to fucking his little brother whom he wants to possess). canon dean is mostly violent with other men, so it’d be about letting out his repressed violent tendencies and establishing control. also one thing that usually gets overlooked by the fandom is the fact that he enjoyed being a torturer in hell. he enjoyed being in control (the fact that it was physical control is very meaningful too) and he enjoyed inflicting pain on others. it’d make sense for him to seek that feeling in sex too. but not with women, for the reasons above. in general, for dean sex with women is mostly about finding comfort. sex with men (if he ever was to sleep with them in the first place) on the contrary, would be about releasing his inner violence and enjoyment of being in control

[dreameralive]

i think one of the most noteworthy things about Blaise that i haven't really seen anyone discuss is his tendency to liken others to children, his weaponization of it, its relation to him being a child abuser, and its relation to his defeat.

one of his first lines of dialogue, before he even introduces himself, is him humiliating Franziska by calling her 'little von Karma', and then bringing up something retroactively embarrassing she did as a little girl.

he frames this as genuine nostalgia, but to me, it's pretty clear this was a purposeful, and almost sadistic, powerplay.

there's also these lines. these aren't too strange, out of context - "let's all play nice" is a relatively common phrase, and in the second screenshot where he's discussing Kay and Edgeworth's friendship, they are literally youths (well, compared to him). but in context, it's clear that this is part of him attempting to assert his dominance over everyone else.

he wants to let everyone know that he is the adult here, and all they are is children - and thereby, they are completely powerless to his end-all authority, so they shouldn't even bother attempting to resist. this is further emphasized during his logic chess segment.

he calls Edgeworth 'my boy', he reminds him that he is his 'senior in life', he tells him he's being naïve. he threatens to never give back his prosecutors badge if he doesn't stop trying to question his authority. he asks him, mockingly, if he's scared. then, while grinning, he tells him that there is nothing he can do, and he should give up already.

he once again, more blatantly this time, is attempting to force someone else into accepting that they are the weaker party and that he could do anything he pleased to them, and once again, he is weaponizing the societal power imbalance between a child and an adult to do so.

i could go on and on for a while with more examples of this, but then that would make this post really long and rambly. so, instead, i'm going to discuss what his behavior ultimately results in.

this is probably one of the most disturbing interactions in Ace Attorney.

he does this purely so Sebastian will feel humiliated and ashamed in front of his colleagues, people he respects and who in turn are supposed to respect him. he does this to remind Sebastian that he is his father, and Sebastian is his child. to Blaise, that means he has complete control over him. and until this point? he actually does.

he has controlled every aspect of Sebastian's life to be exactly how he wants it. his path in life, his school, his tests - even Sebastian's constant usage of his surname serves as a reminder that Sebastian's only purpose to his father is to be an extension of him, a tool to feed into his ego. an object. something he owns.

note how, in their sprites, Sebastian is typically tilting his head slightly downwards, and in his crying sprites, he's leaning down. meanwhile Blaise stands high, and in his grinning sprites, his head is tilted up, as to literally look down on the person he's talking to.

but in the end, right before Blaise is convicted, right as Blaise tells him he should just remain his idiot son, Sebastian is looking up as he tells him goodbye. a way of saying that he's not beneath him, and he won't let him act like it anymore.

Blaise is immediately infuriated by this, and says all you've ever been able to do is depend on me. he screams Sebastian's name in anger - but it's cut off.

in fact, there is no more dialogue from Blaise after this. because he has no more authority, no more ability to scare Sebastian or anyone else into submission. in the end, Sebastian has finally taken back his autonomy that Blaise has robbed him of. so has Kay. so has Simon. all of them are children he has mistreated, threatened, and jerked around for his own selfish gain, but ultimately, they all still have more power over their own lives than he ever will again.

there's a lot more i could say on this, but these are all my thoughts i could organize. thanks for reading.

[thankshermin]

About the Scene Where Dazai Tells Akutagawa “You got stronger“

...and some rambling about their relationship, featuring a few lines about Kyouka and Mori at some point.

I think about that scene a lot and the fact that it is not talked about is really bugging me off so I need to get some things out of my chest,, let’s gooo 

CW: mentions of abuse

First of all, it is not equal to an apology. It simply is not. There is a high chance that Dazai probably didn’t even say it as an apology. He merely stated the fact that Akutagawa got stronger. What is more important about this scene is not what he said but rather how he said it.  

Dazai has changed and he is still changing for the better. The way he looks at Akutagawa and praises him in that soft tone is not how would Dazai express his thoughts to Akutagawa in the mafia.  

Now, for another matter about this scene; those words obviously meant a lot to Akutagawa but it doesn’t have to mean much, if anything, to him. 

Dazai doesn’t apologize to him. He doesn’t mention anything about his treatment to Akutagawa and doesn’t acknowledge it. We don’t know for sure if he truly doesn’t regret it or if he does feel ashamed about it and decides against saying something.

Why was Dazai even that awful to Akutagawa, anyway?

Well, obviously not because he takes sadistic pleasure from hurting Akutagawa. He believed that if he didn't, Akutagawa couldn't survive in the mafia. Akutagawa turned out to be the mafias one of the strongest attackers, due to this. Was it necessary? Of course not. He was very abusive towards Akutagawa. Is it an explanation? Yes, it is. That is what Dazai thought he was supposed to do, and since he didn't have any direct subordinates he mentored; we can't really compare but there is this conversation he had with Odasaku;

“Ah, Akutagawa is a sword without a scabbard.” Dazai smiles slightly. “It won’t be long before he becomes the mafia’s most powerful ability user. However, someone needs to teach him how to keep his blade.” I am startled. I have never heard Dazai praise his subordinates so unreservedly. “Is he really that outstanding?” “When I first saw him in the slums, I shuddered. His talent is far above that of others. His ability is extremely destructive, and he is fairly stubborn himself. If left ignored, he would be at the mercy of his ability. It wouldn’t be long until he self-destructs.” Dazai has never taken the initiative to take in a subordinate, much less a starving youth in the slums. But Dazai seems to have his own plans.

This makes me sad because Dazai never disliked Akutagawa or thought he was weak. He always thought Akutagawa would be strong. But the thing is, Akutagawa doesn't know that. Dazai never made it clear to him. Kind of a shame he was a shitty teacher most of the time. Makes me wonder why Mori never said anything about it to Dazai. I am curious about lots of things about Mori and Dazai's relationship, to be honest. Dazai was always messed up but Mori messed him to a further point, whether he meant it or not. Dazai was also really mentally unstable when he was still in the mafia and couldn't bother trying to be gentle. Dazai is still not healed but he is doing a lot better in the ADA.

Back to Dazai never saying anything about it, that behavior itself is very weak on Dazai’s end. He desperately tries to change but there are just some things that he still can not work on. One of them is this. He has unfinished businesses with many people and one of them is Akutagawa. Maybe he can’t bring himself to show that vulnerability towards him, maybe he truly doesn’t think what he did was something he should be apologizing for, maybe he thinks apologizing could make it worse instead of fixing it, etc. etc. I can still count.

But there is one thing and it’s that Dazai doesn’t go out of his comfort zone in his relationships. I am not saying that he would return back to his old tendencies in time since that goes against all of his character trying to find his place in a better world but I’m just saying that Dazai probably finds it more convenient to treat Akutagawa the way he always did and even that little “you’ve gotten stronger” was a milestone for him. 

Akutagawa really had the right to say fuck off to Dazai and his half-assed apology, he really did, but I believe that scene was as equally important on Dazai's end as it is on Akutagawa's side. It means something. It isn't supposed to fly over the viewers' heads.

Progress isn't linear and Dazai shows it in a very slow way. A lot of things get in his way. He sometimes struggles, but that's what makes it realistic. you know what they say; one step forward, two steps back.

What the larger part of the fandom refuses to understand is that Dazai is not on the polar end of something. He is very mixed in that part. He is not a pure angel and probably would be one of the worst people you could have ever met if he were a real person. But he is not the devil's respawn on Earth either. Most of y'all forget that he was a lost child who got guided by the worst possible person ever. (I really like Mori's character too but that's a different topic, he is still a terrible person) If he is trying to change and do better, I'm always going to be rooting for him.

There is this saying, you can't teach an old dog new tricks and I really want Dazai to prove this wrong. His words to Akutagawa were not his destination on this journey, it was more like a milestone.

Akutagawa is also showing development too and that is mostly thanks to Atsushi. I kind of doubt this but maybe Akutagawa understands the meaning of Dazai's words since he was also giving Kyouka a half-assed apology type of thing. Their situations are so similar that I don't need to say much about it.

Akutagawa has grown so much and he probably will continue to do that, but it doesn't erase his trauma, not really. Dazai really messed Akutagawa up. Even though it doesn't count as an apology, this shows that Akutagawa has come to terms with Dazai's abuse and his own treatment of Kyouka and he deserves a kudos for that. acknowledging that your mentor messed you up and also acknowledging that you traumatized someone takes an effort.

Akutagawa may have learned most of the cruel things he did from Dazai, but he has grown enough to realize that he is actually his own person.

Ending;

I like most bsd characters because of how real and how grey they are and the abuse circle/web is really well-written. I really do want to explore it better some other time. As I said, not everyone has the guts to come up to terms with the fact that they were abused, let alone that they were shitty to other people. Akutagawa and Dazai are really different characters on their own but their relationship shows that they truly are influenced by an upper power and even though they both individually have a long way to go, this scene of Dazai telling Akutagawa he got stronger does mean a lot than an interaction between them that lasted two seconds.

[kolyasupremanxy]

Can I request Nikolai with a ukranian s/o?

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐔𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Idk-

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.2k

𝐀/𝐧: This is your request, Anon! I hope this is what you wanted, although I don't have much knowledge about Ukraine, so forgive me? (Sorry for the wait)

When Nikolai meets his Ukrainian s/o, he's immediately drawn to their unique accent and their pride in their Ukrainian heritage. Despite his criminal background, Nikolai treats his s/o with the utmost respect and care, often surprising them with thoughtful gestures and gifts. Nikolai's silly and playful nature comes out even more when he's with his s/o, as he loves to make them laugh and tease them. Because of his love for birds, Nikolai and his s/o often go on adventures together to spot different types of birds in the wild. Despite his sadistic tendencies, Nikolai is fiercely loyal to his s/o and would do anything to protect them from harm. Nikolai loves to cook traditional Ukrainian dishes for his s/o, using recipes passed down from his family

Though he can be very theatrical, Nikolai also has a sensitive side and enjoys deep conversations with his s/o about life, love, and their shared cultural heritage. Nikolai takes great pride in his appearance and often spends time grooming himself and picking out stylish outfits to impress his s/o. When his s/o is feeling down, Nikolai is quick to cheer them up with his antics and silly jokes. Nikolai loves to travel with his s/o and explore different parts of Ukraine together, immersing themselves in the local culture and cuisine. Despite being a criminal, Nikolai is not ashamed of his Ukrainian heritage and often speaks passionately about his love for his homeland.

Nikolai's scar is a source of insecurity for him, but his s/o is always there to reassure him that they love him for who he is, scars and all.

Do Not Copy or Plagiarize Any of My Fics. Reblogs Are Very Appreciated.

[thehellishtrinity]

Oooo 11, 29, 31, and 33 for An Lumin 👀

OOO alright this one got pretty long so I'm sticking it under the cut!

11. What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to your oc? Do they still feel ashamed for it? Were there any witnesses?

This one's a bit of a complicated question because to feel embarrassed, one must first have a sense of shame which An Lumin has very little of. The closest thing to embarrassing would be, probably: when he was younger his current-day partner (at the time best friend) liked disguising himself as a human and sneaking into human villages to play. Occasionally, he'd bring An Lumin along and, well, they were both children. They both looked like children. Thus, they were treated like children. For An Lumin, who was born a genius and constantly treated like an adult due to his intellect, such treatment was incredibly unfamiliar. While it wasn't unpleasant to have people fawning over him and baby-talking him, it was certainly embarrassing at the time. Of course, he isn't very embarrassed by it now, but it was embarrassing in the moment as a child.

29. How empathetic is your oc? Or are they closer to being a sociopath? Any reason why?

An Lumin is.... not very empathetic. He's very much closer to being a socipath. While he has a lot of cognitive empathy-- he can easily understand why people feel certain ways and name what emotions they're feeling-- he lacks true empathy. He doesn't feel bad for people at all. He lacks care for all people except for the select few that he've chosen to let close to him and even then, his feelings towards them are strange. Take his partner, Bai Lirong, for example. An Lumin could not live without Bai Lirong and would be incredibly saddened if he were ever to go, but if he were to see Bai Lirong sad or in pain, he wouldn't feel bad for him. His emotions would be closer to entertainment or intrigue, but he will act in the appropriate way to solve the problem Bai Lirong has to make him feel better because while he doesn't feel bad for him, he knows generally speaking you're supposed to keep the people you love happy. As for why he's like this........ honestly, he was just born like that. His upbringing also probably didn't help (his parents are very sadistic people who exposed him to death and pain early on so he would accept that as the norm) but he is also just genuinely born like that.

31. What is your oc’s sense of humour like? What do they find funny? Do they try to be funny? Are they actually?

An Lumin has a pretty awful sense of humor, honestly. He's the type of person who finds putting other people in awkward situations and humiliating them funny. He will make clever quips he thinks are funny from time to time but. Nobody thinks they are funny. He is not a funny person. He tries. He is not.

33. How does your oc’s own perception of themselves compare to how other people see them? Is your oc aware that other people see them differently (if it’s different)?

I think An Lumin's view of himself is probably a bit darker than how others see him! He is a very sharp person with incredible observational skills and as such, is generally very aware of how people perceive him. Or, to be more exact, he is very intentional with how he presents himself so people perceive him exactly as he wants them to: amicable and friendly but not to be trifled with. And, for the most part, this is how he sees himself too! It's just that.. well, you mix in his sadistic tendencies and other details that the average person doesn't know about and he makes for a slightly darker figure than people think he is.

[anryuuepic]

Test Subject: Mercury Bio

Name: Test Subject Mercury

Species: Daryan

Race: Whitescale

Role: A Test Subject of Winterkill Works, whose experimental power, like nearly all of the rest, backfired. A self-proclaimed “logical” man whose short fuse and propensity for holding vicious grudges go against the image he wishes to present. Has a particular animosity toward Mars and Orcus. 

Affiliation: Winterkill Works

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Height: 5’10

Appearance: Mercury is a man of average build and slightly taller than average height. His hair is golden blond and worn in a short, spiky cut that constantly looks untamed. His eyes are a light shade of warm-hued gray, and he wears rectangular-framed glasses. The most striking things about him are his perpetual sour scowl and matching nasty glare. 

Personality: Mercury is the kind of person who claims to be one thing, but is actually the complete opposite. He insists that he’s a logical, rational sort who has the only working brain amongst the Test Subjects, but the reality is that he’s hyper-aggressive, short-tempered, and dangerously reckless the second something makes him angry. He’s bitter, sarcastic, rude, and has a serious problem with people telling him what to do. Anything that upsets him earns a rapid, violent reaction... and he’s prone to holding grudges for longer than anyone reasonably should. A lot of this stems from a strong sense of pride; Mercury holds himself to a high standard, and he can’t tolerate letting his own expectations down, no matter what the reason for it may be. 

Positive Traits: Mercury’s pride is, in some ways, his best trait. Even though it drives him to a lot of his less-than-ideal behaviors, it also makes him want to constantly improve. When he does realize that he’s in the wrong, Mercury makes a genuine effort to improve. He’s surprisingly earnest; when one gets close enough to him, they’ll find that he’s a passionate person with strong emotions and very poor control over them. When he cares about something, he won’t give up on it for anything.

Negative Traits: Mercury’s greatest problem is his snap decisions and lack of thinking. He’s dangerously prone to acting before he thinks, and of all of his issues, that’s what’s given him the most trouble. His arrogance and deluded posturing aren’t much better, though, and his tendency to hold grudges is equally unpleasant. He has a major sadistic streak that he keeps thinly concealed— it most often comes out when someone has particularly earned his ire, and when it does, the results are hard to watch. 

History: Mercury doesn’t talk much about his past. The exact reasons are unclear, but it seems that he’s just ashamed of ending up a Test Subject after occupying whatever profession he did in the past. From what the others in the group have gathered, he likely did some kind of bureaucratic job, and it may not have ended on good terms. He refuses to say why he joined Winterkill Works as well, and that seems to be a much more sensitive subject. Overall, he clearly has something to hide about his past. 

Relationships: In general, Mercury isn’t on good terms with the other Test Subjects, nor the higher-ups of Winterkill Works. His bad attitude makes him very difficult to be around, and he seems to think of himself as better than everyone around him. He has a notably awful relationship with Mars and Orcus; the three of them are the kind of enemies that can barely be allowed  to exist in the same space without a fight of some kind breaking out.

Interests: Mercury likes historical studies, feeling important, and seeing others in pain (when they deserve it). He dislikes being looked down on by anyone, Mars and Orcus, and personal shame. His interests include reading (usually textbooks) and getting into pointless arguments with people. 

WW Role: As one of the specially selected Test Subjects, Mercury was given a particular experimental power. In his case, it was the ability to crystalize objects and living beings through a fine mist in his breath. Unfortunately, this mist turned out to be most effective on his own body... and beyond that, he often has to be quarantined when the concentration flares up. 

Miscellaneous: While Mercury is far from the “rational” person he thinks he is, he is quite intelligent. He most enjoys subjects just as history and political studies, but his knowledge is surprisingly well-rounded. He doesn’t know exactly what made him despise Mars and Orcus so greatly, but they’re all well past the point of ever getting along. He’ll never admit it, but the quarantine times terrify him— sometimes, he wonders if he’ll ever be let out of the containment cell again. The crystal that grows on his skin also has to be regularly removed, and the process is bloody and highly painful. 

Connotative Description: A highly arrogant man who believes himself to be logical, rational, and intelligent, when he’s actually a short fuse with anger issues, a sadistic streak, and a problem with holding grudges.

[fruityyamenrunner]

Another patient is characterized by an aristocratic dignity of manner, which never changes. With typical bluntness, Reich tells him that he is play-acting an English lord, whereupon the patient admits that he is deeply ashamed of his father—a Jewish tradesman—and has always fantasized about being the son of a lord. This lordly behaviour conceals sadistic and homosexual tendencies that are at the root of his problems. By refusing to be taken in by the defence, Reich persuaded him to drop it, and to speak frankly about his problems. These cases demonstrate that Reich possessed in abundance what Freud seemed to lack: a kind of novelist’s insight into character, which enabled him to put his finger on hidden weaknesses. At the same time, there can be no doubt that this insight sprang, at least in part, from Reich’s own defensiveness and aggressiveness. In reading his own lengthy accounts of these cases, it is impossible not to observe that he derives considerable ego-satisfaction from sitting behind a desk and attacking the ego-armour of his patients. It is also clear why he was never able to complete his training analysis; he had an intense dislike of being on the receiving end.

[ouchiis]

cw ;     suggestive ,  ns/ft.

⇢   ❛⠀✦    I THINK  OUYE's  sexual  preferences  and  sexuality  as  a  whole  is  relatively  interesting  to  explore  and  elaborate  on.  given  he  was  raised  in  a  rather  conservative  (  as  in  modest  and  chaste  )  household  ,  the  only  reason  why  OUYE  even  really  knows  what  sex  is  is  because  he's  heard  about  it  occasionally  and  read  about  it  in  books.  he's  always  been  too  ashamed  to  try  to  experiment  with  things  ,  and  he's  too  introverted  to  go  seeking  out  any  sort  of  sexual  relationship  by  himself  (  though  he  definitely  wouldn't  be  opposed  to  one  ).  and  given  he's  roughly  a  hundred  years  old  in  his  canon  verse  (  give  or  take  )  .  .  .  that's  a  ton  of  repressed  sexuality. this  man  is  probably  more  repressed  than  a  medieval  monk. ⇢   ❛⠀☾    DESPITE  this  ,  OUYE absolutely  has  the  sex  drive  of  a  goddamn  dog.  while  they  definitely  suppress  their  urges  -  mostly  out  of  shame  or  modesty  -  i  could  realistically  see  them  sleeping  with  their  partner  at  least  every  other  day  in  order  to  be  fully  satisfied  (  with  their  minimum  probably  being  once  every  week  or  maybe  once  every  two  weeks  if  you're  pushing  it  ).  however  ,  on  their  own  ,  they  tend  to  '  put  off  '  actual  acts  of  masturbation  until  it  becomes  too  distracting  to  function  ,  often  leading  to  longer  sessions  due  to  pent  -  up  frustrations.  they  also  don't  experience  sexual  attraction  often  ,  though  their  libido  is  completely  separate  from  how  they  view  others.  (  however  ,  part  of  their sexual  attraction  is  also  due  to  the  fact  that  they're  so  repressed  that  they  don't  know  how  to  healthily  process  being  sexually  attracted  to  someone  without  shaming  themself  for  it.  ) ⇢   ❛⠀✩    HOWEVER  ,  in  regards  to  his  actual  position  ,  i  think  the  first  time  he's  ever  with  a  partner  ,  he  probably  needs  to  bottom.  i  think  bottoming  would  scare  him  initially  at  first  ,  but  his  fear  of  topping  definitely  trumps  that.  there's  so  much  effort  on  his  part  if  he  does  that.  he  doesn't  know  how  to  move  his  hips  at  all  -  he's  only  used  his  hand  to  go  up  and  down  !  how  does  he  properly  thrust  into  it  ?!  even  after  that  ,  i  still  would  say  OUYE  is  primarily  a  bottom  ,  he  just  could  top  if  the  situation  really  called  for  it  (  observational  learning  skills  ig  ).  however  ,  i  will  say  OUYE  absolutely  would  power  bottom  ,  and  i  believe  he  has  some  hidden  sadistic  tendencies  himself  ,  as  well  as  masochistic. ⇢   ❛⠀♡    THIS  entire  ramble  was  sparked  by  the  idea  that  ,  because  they  spend  all  of  their  time  indoors  ,  they  have  a  lot  of  time  on  their  hands.  OUYE  once  spent  this  time  learning  how  to  tie  knots  with  their  tongue  using  cherry  stems.  you're  welcome  for  this  knowledge.

[demonsandco]

Nsfw final form headcans for the boys? Maybe their first time doing the do with their so? If that's too many characters maybe just the oldest 3?

I have a similar ask for the younger brothers, so I'll just do the first 3 for now! Part 2 will be coming out soon ;)

Lucifer

•Lucifer is unbelievably vulnerable in his true form, his usual sadistic and masochistic tendencies nowhere to be seen, at least not the first time. He's much too sensitive, emotionally and physically, to enjoy anything rough at first.

•He might accidentally discover that he has a body worship kink in this form. There's just something about it that really gets him going, giving all of himself to his partner, letting them see the flaws he normally hides, and having them show him nothing but love and affection. Of course, he's also more than happy to do the same for them in return.

•He may not be able to visibly blush in this form, but his more demonic features more than make up for it, their reactions difficult for him to control. Every touch makes his wings tremble and his feathers fluff up, and the closer he gets to cumming, the wilder his tail is, rattling and spreading open behind his back.

•Luci makes the sweetest little noises in true form, bird-like cooing slipping in alongside his regular moans. Soft crooning leaves his beak without him even noticing, a special noise made for his partner's ears only. Bringing it up leaves him flustered, but he's not ashamed to show them how much he loves them.

Mammon

•Mammon is so so enthusiastic to be intimate with his partner in his true form. He's full of energy, all giddy and having a hard time sitting still. The entire time, his tail is wagging like a dog's behind him, whapping against the bed with force in his excitement. It's almost like it's his first time with them all over again, and he wants to impress them!

•He tends to be vocal normally, but in his true form, he never shuts up. It gives him a confidence boost, making it slightly easier for Mammon to actually voice the way he feels, seeming even more desperate and needy than usual. As well, if he's not forming words, there's continuous raspy trills and chirps and loving croons coming from him. He just feels so good that he can't stop.

•His greed is practically amplified in this form, and his sole focus is on his partner. He's desperate to claim them or mark them as his, making sure to rub his face against every inch of their body, covering them in his scent. His wings fold forward to cocoon them, the thumb-like joints grasping whatever they can reach, pulling them closer to his body and isolating them from the outside world.

•He's even more of a masochist in his true form, his pain tolerance being much higher. His partner doesn't need to do anything extreme for him to enjoy it, though. He really just wants to feel them drag their nails over the base of his wings, bite down on the exposed skin of his chest, or even pull on the feathers covering his body to manhandle him around.

Leviathan

•Being intimate in his true form isn't exactly easy for Levi. With all his fins and with no legs, it's hard for him to maneuver on land. He'd much prefer to bring his partner into a body of water with him, either in something shallow like a pool, or he'll use his magic to make bringing them out into the open water safer.

•His partner's positive reaction to his true form, along with literally being in his element, gives him a surprising amount of confidence. He's still easily flustered and immensely gentle with his touch, but he doesn't hesitate as much, feeling much more sure of himself and his actions. It's one of the only times where he could comfortably take the lead if they're into that.

•With his thick scaly skin, most of Levi's body doesn't have a lot of sensation, but his chest and belly, as well as his hips, are super sensitive. Trailing teasing touches across his belly mixed with firmly squeezing and kneading his hips is more than enough to make him writhe. As well, the vent that his cocks emerge from is almost as sensitive as the lengths themselves. If his partner tries hard, they could make him cum almost entirely untouched.

•He wants to be as close as possible to them in the moment, coiling his long body around them, squeezing gently and keeping them as close as possible. He can't properly kiss them in this form, but he makes the most of it, nuzzling his snout against their cheeks and neck, flicking his split tongue against their skin and occasionally scraping his fangs carefully across their flesh.

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↳ Index [Snippet #14 - Let’s Make a Bet]

“When Taehyung and Jungkook bet that Taehyung can make Jungkook beg for him.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Taehyung, dom!Reader, BDSM themes, masochist!Jungkook, sadist!Taehyung, the reader also has some sadistic tendencies, bondage (basically Kook is bound to the bedposts while standing up), edging, orgasm denial, use of a leather flogger, use of nipple clamps, use of a vibrator, multiple handjobs, one blowjob, mild ball busting, Jungkook is very competitive and likes to push his limits, tears, the softest aftercare

Wordcount: 6k

a/n: my inner sadist came out and I am not ashamed of it 🤪 I hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed writing it 🤪💕

It would be cool if I could dominate you once", Taehyung says when the three of you were in the middle of dinner. It was out of the blue and directed at Jungkook. 

The later is gawking at Taehyung with his mouth agape in shock and his eyes as round as two saucers. You are just as surprised as him, not having expected such a confession.

"Unprovoked much? What the hell I was just talking about inking someone up and you come at me with that request", Jungkook says, cocking his eyebrows up in question. 

Taehyung shifts on the chair awkwardly, averting his gaze to you. 

"Sorry, uhm, I don't know why this slipped out of me", he murmurs, clearing his throat, "just keep talking, uhm ignore me." 

"No, no I ain't gonna ignore you", Jungkook insists, putting his chopsticks down. He straightens up in the chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest, "you wanna dominate me?" he asks, cockiness lacing his voice. 

Taehyung blushes, lowering his eyes. 

"Since when do you have such desires?" Jungkook continues, only adding to Taehyung’s embarrassment. 

"Stop teasing me, for fucks sake. It slipped outta me", he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. 

"I ain't teasing. Go on tell me hyung. You wanna dominate me?" Jungkook insists, leaning closer to Taehyung with a cocky smirk on his lips. 

Taehyung shifts on the chair again, sneaking a desperate glance your way. 

"Jungkook tone down the cockiness, will you? It slipped outta him, he told you so didn’t he?" you throw in. 

Jungkook looks at you, chuckling in amusement. 

"Fine alright I'll tone it down. Sorry hyung", he gives in, "but I do have a question for you."

Taehyung raises his head and locks eyes with Jungkook. 

"Do you even have it in you to dominate someone?" 

"Ha" Taehyung scoffs, outlining the inside of his cheek, "now you're just testing me", he growls, leaning over the table closer to Jungkook. 

Jungkook smirks cockily. 

"Yeah? Why? Cause you know it's the truth?" he taunts. 

Taehyung furrows his brows. 

"Don't mock me. You know I could make you beg for me if I wanted to." 

"I doubt it", Jungkook smirks. 

"Yeah? Want to make a bet? Winner gets to fuck ___ from behind", Taehyung says.

"Excuse me? When did I become part of the equation?" you gasp. 

They both look at you. It makes you swallow, the sexual tension is almost too much. It could be fun, like really fun.

"Okay yeah I am part of the equation. Winner gets to fuck me from behind", you give in. 

Taehyung smirks victoriously, Jungkook swallows hungrily. 

"So? Do we have a deal Jeon Jungkook?" Taehyung challenges. 

Jungkook studies the other mans features for a moment, outlining the inside of his cheeks with his tongue. He is tapping his fingers on the table quickly, left leg bouncing up and down under the table. 

"Fine", he finally gives in, "we have a deal”, he says, shaking Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung grins in victory, you felt your stomach tingle in excitement. 

"Neat. Tomorrow night I'll make you beg for me and then fuck ___ from behind", he says, clapping into his hands. 

"Tomorrow?" Jungkook gasps, "why tomorrow?" 

"Why not? Do you have a problem with that? You can of course beg me to fuck you tonight if that's what you want." 

Jungkook blinks in surprise and even you, who has had the honour of witnessing dominant Taehyung before, are surprised by how well he plays the role. 

"I know what you're doing here and it will not work", Jungkook says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "tomorrow night it is."

Taehyung smirks, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms as well. 

"Neat, it's decided then."

Tomorrow night comes awfully slow for your taste. You were lucky however, poor Kook not so much. He had been on edge the entire day. Taehyung made it his goal to make Jungkook’s life a living misery of sexual frustration. It started when he kissed his neck purple at breakfast. Jungkook had tried his hardest not to let his eyes flutter closed, but when Taehyung decided to slip a hand inside his pants while doing the dishes he broke that promise. Just a second later and he was panting with his face buried in your shoulder blade and his arms around your middle for support while Taehyung jerked him off fast and rough. Taehyung of course pulled off of him right before Jungkook could climax, excusing himself by saying that he needed to take a shower. 

"Baby come on, please finish me off. Now that he's gone, he'll never know", Jungkook had begged you but you had slowly found entertainment in this game. 

"Sorry I can’t. We made a bet didn’t we?" 

"Baby please", Jungkook tried with weak knees, but you had already made up your mind. 

"Nope, not happening", you dismissed him, "I know that you'll do great baby." 

And with that you continued washing the dishes without a care in the world. 

The game continued when Taehyung decided to make Jungkook’s cock his afternoon snack. He hadn’t come out of the guestroom after lunch and then while you and Jungkook were in the middle of playing Mario Kart he came out of his room and dropped to his knees in front of Jungkook. 

The latter of course tried to protest to keep his dignity, but soon ended up raising his hips for Taehyung to pull his sweats down. All it took for Taehyung was kissing Jungkook’s sensitive stomach until bruises covered his skin. The blowjob was breathtaking to watch, not that you could stare a lot, given how Taehyung told Jungkook to keep playing the game. He won him over with a weak promise of letting him cum if he won against you. 

So Jungkook continued playing Mario Kart, cursing under his breath every so often and fighting against his urges to close his eyes. Jungkook won the game, you have no idea how he managed to win given how fucked he looked after twenty minutes of complete torture, but he won. 

The moment that little 1 was blinking on the screen, Jungkook dropped the controller and threw his head back, body collapsing into the pillows. He was so ready to climax, but soon had to find out that Taehyung’s promise was nothing but lies. 

"Seriously hyung don’t-" he stopped himself before he could continue begging, biting down on his lower lip. 

"What is it Kook? Want me to continue?" Taehyung taunted, licking over his lips. 

"No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it", Jungkook dismissed him, even though his cock was literally twitching in the need to release. 

Taehyung got to his feet and left after that, chuckling darkly. 

Jungkook tried to get you to suck him off, promising you two hours of oral in return, but you denied with a teasing smirk. 

The game finally found its peak when the three of you were in your and Jungkook’s bedroom, three hours after the blowjob. Jungkook never really recovered from it, fidgeting nervously for the rest of the day. 

"So, what do you wanna do now?" Jungkook asks, looking at Taehyung. 

"Now, I want you to undress", Taehyung answers him. 

"Wait before we do that. I have a few rules", Jungkook says. 

"Of course, state them." 

"Red is my safe word, my safety gesture is hitting the nearest surface three times and also I don’t wanna do anything involving feet or human feces, that stuff's not my taste." 

"Okay I understand", Taehyung says and nods his head, "I haven’t planned anything of that sort anyways." 

"Cool", Jungkook says, "then Imma go undress."

You and Taehyung are watching him the entire time. You had made yourself comfortable on the bed, waiting for Taehyung’s instructions as he asked you to be his assistant for tonight. You said yes in an instant.  

Jungkook’s sweats join his jumper on the floor. Next his socks come off. He struggles with keeping his balance on his left leg, but manages not to fall. 

"So, what's next?" he asks, once straightened up again. 

Taehyung scoffs. 

"You think you're finished? I said undress." 

Jungkook eyes his briefs, "fine", he gives in sulkingly. 

"Delicious", you say, letting your eyes travel over his naked form. 

"Agreed", Taehyung says grinning devilishly. 

Jungkook straightens up, resting his hands on his hips. His tattoos look amazing in the shine of your fairy lights. 

"I'm naked. What do you wanna do next?"

"Go to the bed." 

Jungkook follows, already crawling on top of it before Taehyung stops him. 

"Nuh-uh", he pulls him back with his hands on his hips, "I want you right here at the end of the bed."

"Okay?" Jungkook cocks an eyebrow up in question. He is turned to the bed, back facing the rest of the room. Like this you have the perfect view of him and he in return has the perfect view of you. 

"Hey sexy", you greet him. 

"Hey beautiful", he says, smirking lazily. 

Taehyung looks at you then, calling your name. 

"Yeah?" you shift your gaze to Taehyung.

"Do you know how to tie knots?" he asks. 

"Tie knots?" you exchange a look with Jungkook, "yeah I do. Why?" 

He throws a bundle of black, silk ropes at you, holding another bundle himself. 

"I want to tie him to the bedposts", he explains and you could watch Jungkook’s cock harden just slightly at the mention of it.

"That's alright Kook?" Taehyung makes sure and Jungkook nods his head. 

"Yeah it's okay." 

With Jungkook’s consent, you and Taehyung make yourselves busy. First you tighten the rope on the upper most nub on your bedpost. Buying a canopy bed never came in more handy than right now. Once you and him made sure that the knot wouldn’t slip away or open, you make it your goal to secure Jungkook’s arms. A single column knot, wrapping around his wrists and forming a beautiful braiding pattern on the back of his hands. You taught Taehyung the knot. Jungkook was writhing the entire time, breathing speeding more and more up the less he could move around. 

"Are you comfortable?" Taehyung asks, dragging his fingers down Jungkook’s toned arms. 

"Yeah, it's comfortable", Jungkook says, wiggling for a little, "the tightness is just right." 

"Good", Taehyung says, stepping closer. 

He places his hands on Jungkook’s waist and squeezes gently. Another step closer, Taehyung places kisses on Jungkook’s shoulder blade, eliciting sighs from him.

"I know we made a bet, but you can stop anytime. Your comfort is more important than a bet", he says softly. 

"Yeah I know", Jungkook nods his head. 

"Alright, then I will start now. Is that alright?"

"Yes, you can start." 

"Great", Taehyung’s voice changed, sounding deeper than before. 

His hands travel down to Jungkook’s hips. 

"You know I did some shopping before coming here. I knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to my request, given how competitive you are. So I came prepared", he explains, wrapping his long fingers around Jungkook’s dick.

"Yeah? What you b-bought?" Jungkook taunts, finding it hard to talk when Taehyung starts jerking him off lazily to get him hard.

"I know how much you like pain", Taehyung rasps against Jungkook’s neck, twisting the hand on the laters hardening cock, "and pushing your limits", he adds with a tight squeeze around Jungkook’s cockhead. 

Jungkook groans, lower lip caught between his teeth. 

"So I got a few things. You can keep them afterwards if you want. I'm sure ___ would love to test them out as well", he rasps, locking eyes with you, "come over here and take over. I need to get them." 

"Yeah, sure. Hot damn", you say, crawling over the bed to get to Jungkook. 

He looks down at you, pupils blown out in arousal. You place your hands on his hips, making him jerk into your touch. 

"Great, I’m off", Taehyung lets go off Jungkook’s cock. The later grunts only to gasp a second later when you wrap your fingers around him. 

"The no begging rule counts for ___ too. Don’t try anything stupid Kook", Taehyung calls over his shoulder before the bedroom door falls closed behind him. 

"Is he gone? I can’t see?" Jungkook asks, craning his neck to try and get a good look at the door. 

"Yeah he's gone. Eyes on me Kook", you say, squeezing his tip. 

Jungkook groans, eyes falling on you. 

"Fuck baby that feels so good. No joke the fucking edging got me so sensitive", he groans, wiggling in the ropes.

"Yeah? You regret making this bet?" you coo, cupping his balls in your other hand to roll them in your fingers. 

Jungkook’s cock is so hard by now, veins pulsating under your fingertips. 

"N-no", he grunts, "I wanna win, no matter w-what." 

"Of course you do", you say and straighten up on the bed so you are on your knees.

Like this you are in perfect lip height with his collarbones. 

"Wanna kiss you", he croaks, staring at your lips. 

"Didn’t that count as begging?" you taunt, making him chase your lips with every spoken word. 

"No I just, j-just voiced my needs", he stutters, bucking his hips into your hand repeatedly. 

"Well what if I don’t wanna give in?" you rasp, spreading his precum all over his tip with your thumb. His cockhead is so hot under your finger, every touch to it makes him twitch needily. 

"Baby-" he cuts himself off and groans, "-fuck you're just as mean as Tae."

You chuckle, speeding up your hand as a weak apology. Jungkook curses under his breath, knees buckling for a moment. He rests his forehead against yours, minty breath tickling your skin. 

"You're gonna make me cum", he mewls. 

"What do you think Taehyung bought us?" you ignore him, squeezing his balls tightly.

"I'm gonna cum", Jungkook did not hear what you just asked him, eyes squeezed shut and body quaking. 

You stop at the base of his cock, squeezing hard to stop his climax. He whines, head falling to the front. Like this his hair is tickling your nose like crazy. 

"I asked you a question", you growl and poor Kookie is left whimpering in desperation. 

"A, a question?" he croaks, still trying to catch his breath from getting his orgasm denied a third time. He raises his head, eyes barely open as he looks at you. 

Not that he ever catches it, just a second later and you are jerking him off again, dark eyes locked on his face. It forces pitiful moans out of him. 

"I asked you what you think Taehyung got us", you say, jerking off just his tip. 

It makes him moan the sweetest. 

"Don't know", he chokes out before he has to moan again. 

He is pulsating in your hand, tip even hotter than before. He wasn’t lying, all that edging throughout the day really got him sensitive. His hips are twitching like crazy, his face is scrunched up and his chest is heaving up and down quickly. 

"That's not good enough. I need a better answer", you challenge, tugging at his balls gently. 

"Fuck", he gasps, legs parting, "oh god ___, again." 

"Was that a beg?" you growl and give him one harsh tug on his balls as punishment. 

"N-no", he whimpers, "don't tell him please."

"Aha! That was a beg!" you exclaim happily. 

Jungkook forces his eyes open. They are so terribly glassy, filled with desperation. 

"Sweetheart please", he whispers. 

"Fine you'll get another chance", you give in, "but only because I wanna know what he has planned for you." 

You begin jerking off his entire length afterwards, forcing a guttural moan out of him. Precum is dripping out of him and on the mattress. He is close again, his body is twitching in the exact way it always does when he is close. 

"Baby fuck", he croaks, pulling at the ropes, "fuck I wanna c-cum so bad."

"Beg me", you challenge, rubbing circles on his slit. His biggest weakness and most sensitive spot on his cock. It forces a loud and desperate moan out of him. He wants to orgasm so bad, but your fingers around his base hinder him from it. 

"Go on beg me", you taunt, "beg me and I'll let go." 

"No", he chokes out. 

"No?" you feign surprise, "oh how sad. I would have loved to make you cum Kookie", you sigh, letting go of his cock. 

"Fucking shit, oh fucking fuck. Urgh", Jungkook growls, entire body fighting against the ropes. He must be in so much agony, his poor cock is weeping in desperation. 

"Does it hurt Koo?" you taunt, massaging his hips. 

"Y-yeah", he whines, "I just wanna cum."

"Beg me." 

"Fuck, don’t t-tempt me." 

"It's easy", you say and place your finger on his swollen cock. You drag it down, basking in the way he is twitching, "just say please and I'll make you cum. Taehyung doesn’t need to know."

"I-I’m okay", he croaks, even though his hips are chasing your touch. 

"I'm impressed, her promise would have broken me", Taehyung says. 

Jungkook has straightened up in an instant, brows furrowed in concentration. You of course knew that Taehyung was in the room for the past twenty seconds, hence you made all those promises in the first place. You must say, you were impressed with Jungkook’s desire to win as well. 

"Did you edge him?" Taehyung asks, carrying a bag as he walks back to the bed. 

"I did, twice", you say.

"Twice? Goddamn Kookie you really want to win, don’t you?" Taehyung gasps before he chuckles. 

"Yeah", Jungkook says with conviction. 

Taehyung places the bag down on the bed so both you and Jungkook could look at it. He studies him for a moment before chuckling. 

"You look fucked, you sure you don’t want to cum?" he asks. 

Jungkook shakes his head, clenching his jaw. 

"Alright if you say so", Taehyung says, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. 

He turns his attention to the bag afterwards, opening it slowly. 

"What did you buy us?" you ask him, shimmying closer.

"I hope it suits your taste", he begins and pulls out the first toy. 

"A chain?" Jungkook asks, "why?"

"Oh sweet Kook, those aren’t just chains. You see that little weight at the end of them?" 

Jungkook nods. 

"It's for giving your nipples a nice tug", he explains, "and those clamps? They go on your nipples. Don’t worry I made sure they're compatible with your piercings." 

"Hot damn Tae", you gasp.

Jungkook is mesmerised by the clamps, clasping the rope tightly. His body draws closer, nipples hardening in anticipation. 

"Want me to put them on?" 

"Yes", Jungkook rasps, eyeing them hungrily. 

"Soon, first I have to show you the rest." 

Jungkook opens his mouth to protest and beg for them right now, but closes it quickly enough. 

"No? No begs?" Taehyung taunts, tilting his head to the side. 

"Nope, I was just….taking a breath." 

"Ah I see", Taehyung smirks, turning back to the bag, "I also got those. A leather flogger and this vibrator." 

"Shit", Jungkook curses under his breath, pulling at the ropes, "are you gonna use them on me?" 

"Yes, of course I will. That's why I bought them."

"Fuck hyung." 

"You down?"

"Yes, so down. I- fuck-", he tugs at the ropes, licking over his lips, "-I always wanted to try them." 

"That's hot Kook. If I knew I would have gotten them sooner", you say, reaching out to play with his cock lazily. 

His initial gasp turns into a moan soon enough, his stomach flexing. You have him pulsating in your fingers in seconds. 

"You like how she touches you?" Taehyung asks, watching how Jungkook’s eyes fall closed in bliss. 

"Y-yeah", he chokes out. 

"Keep the pace going ___ I'll take care of his nipples", Taehyung tells you and it makes Jungkook curse under his breath. 

"I will", you assure him, continuing your rolls on Jungkook’s frenulum, "and Taehyung?"

"Yes?" 

"Suck them, he loves that." 

Jungkook whimpers, forehead creasing.

"You fucking demon. Why’d you tell him t-that?", he chokes out, holding his breath to ready himself for the sensations. He needs all his power of will for it. If there is one spot on Jungkook’s body which was even more sensitive than his cock it was his nipples. 

Taehyung wraps his lips around them, forcing a yelled moan out of Jungkook. 

"Taehyung, oh fuck Taehyung!" his voice is pitched, his back arching. 

He is twitching in your hand, you know that every new touch would have sent him over the edge in an instant. So you decide on squeezing his base instead, almost forcing a please out of his lips. Jungkook stops himself by whimpering your name instead. 

Taehyung had already reached his other nipple by now, sucking on it vigorously. He is without doubt a man on a mission, listening to those sucks makes even your nipples tingle. 

Jungkook’s voice is lost, mouth agape in a silent moan and brows furrowed. 

"You're gonna make him cum Tae", you say, tapping his shoulder. 

Jungkook sobs just once. He is so mad. Why would you tell him that? He just wants to cum and you ruined it again. 

Taehyung pulls off of him, forcing a second sob out of him. 

"How fucking sensitive are your nipples?" he taunts, flicking his thumbs over them, “you can climax just from getting them sucked?” he says in an amused chuckle. 

"Dude fuck you", Jungkook hisses, dark hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. 

"Oh? Ohohoho", Taehyung laughs, "feisty. Are you already giving up Kook?" 

"You know that I ain't", Jungkook spits back, "you think a little nipple sucking will get me to break?" 

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, pinching Jungkook’s nipples in challenge. 

"Ah, fuck", Jungkook moans in an instant, clenching his jaw afterwards once he realises how easily he gave in. 

"Knew it", Taehyung says and looks at you, "hand me the clamps", he looks back at Jungkook, "you want to try with or without the weight first?" 

"Without, they’re so sensitive", Jungkook says, eyeing them hungrily. 

"___ could you-" 

"Already on it", you say, removing the weight, "there you go", you hand Taehyung the clamps once you're finished. 

"You ready?" 

"Yeah, put them on", Jungkook is panting, gawking down at his chest. 

Taehyung clamps them on Jungkook swollen nipples, watching his face for a reaction. He mewls, voice coming out shakily. 

"Feels good." 

Taehyung tugs softly, eliciting a groan from Jungkook.

"Hyung…" 

"Here comes the tug", he warns and then he lets go of Jungkook’s nipples. 

"Holy fuck. Fuck! Hngngn", Jungkook exclaims, throwing his head back. His arms are flexing, his feet losing balance for the briefest of moments. 

"You like it?" 

"Yes!" Jungkook yelps, "fuck it feels so good!" 

Taehyung dances his hands down Jungkook’s bruised stomach. 

"Want to cum?" 

"Yes", Jungkook didn’t even realise how easily he confessed, lost in pleasure. 

"Say it. It's just one word. Say it", Taehyung taunts, rolling Jungkook’s swollen balls in his big hand. 

A sob leaves Jungkook, his forehead creasing in desperation. 

"N-no", he croaks, squeezing his eyes shut. 

"Alright then, I tried", Taehyung says nonchalantly, letting go of Jungkook’s balls. 

"Hyung…" Jungkook sobs. 

Taehyung had circled him by now, dragging the flogger up the inside of his thigh. Jungkook opens his legs at the sensation, sobs turning into choked out gasps. One soft slap right under his cock, not enough to hurt but enough to draw his bodys attention to the area. Jungkook curses quietly, eyelids fluttering. He has decided to concentrate on your face, dark eyes glued to your blown-out eyes. Fuck, it taunts him, how into this you are. You are biting your lip without even noticing that you do, your chest is stretching your bralette from all the heavy breaths you are taking.

Jungkook flinches. Taehyung just placed his other hand on his waist.

"Can you count to ten Kookie?" he rasps, voice filled with feigned distaste. 

Jungkook grinds with his teeth, "you know that I can", he spits.

"Just making sure, given how fucked you look. You never know how liquid your brain already is", Taehyung teases, finding amusement in the way Jungkook flinches when he slaps his other inner thigh softly. 

"Fuck you", Jungkook chokes out. 

"Rude", Taehyung says, connecting the flogger with Jungkook’s right ass cheek hard. 

Jungkook whimpers, eyes threatening to close. His entire body shuddered at the sensation, it was marvelous to watch. 

"That was for your terrible manners", another hard flog on his other cheek, "and that was for back talking." 

"T-that's the same thing", Jungkook forces out. 

Another slap, forcing his lips apart and making his eyes widen. 

"Didn’t I just say I don’t want you talking back?" Taehyung hisses, rubbing the flogger up and down Jungkook’s perky butt. 

"Sorry", Jungkook whispers. 

"That's better", Taehyung smirks, "now let's begin. Count." 

Jungkook takes a deep breath, forcing his eyes to focus on yours again. 

"One", he says. 

The slap echoes through the room. Jungkook merely scrunched his nose up. 

"Two." 

They are definitely softer than the ones before. Taehyung knows what he is doing. Jungkook wants his spanks to sting and these right here definitely don’t. Taehyung wants him to beg for it. 

"Three", but Jungkook is hellbound on winning. He won’t beg. Never.

Slap. His lips parted in a short gasp, his biceps flexing. 

"Four." 

A pause. Then a slap, it surprised Jungkook, who ends up cursing under his breath. 

"Keep counting", Taehyung orders, rubbing the flogger down between his legs. 

You watch how Jungkook’s cock twitches when Taehyung drags the flogger over his balls. 

"Five", he presses out, grinding his teeth. 

"Good", the slap lands right on top of his left buttocks, "very good. Continue." 

Jungkook takes a shaky breath, eye contact faltering. 

"Six", he whispers. 

Slap! Even you gasped. Jungkook flinches, yelping up in surprise. That spank stung without a doubt.

"S-seven." 

Slap! Even harder than before. Jungkook feels breathless, twisting the ropes. His cock is leaking, his knees are buckling. 

"Don't stop now", Taehyung orders, "only three more to go."

"Ha, ah", Jungkook swallows, "eight."

The sound of the spank bounces off the walls, forcing Jungkook to throw his head back. 

"Fuck! Nine!" he yelps. 

Taehyung waits, sneaking a cocky glance your way. He smirks when he locks eyes with you, making you swallow. 

Slap! Jungkook sobs, stumbling as he loses balance. Taehyung pulls him right up again, nails digging into his hip. 

"Go on Kook, don’t give up now. Only one more to go", he growls, "count."

Jungkook grunts and swallows heavily, letting his head bounce to the front. 

"T-te…" he whimpers, "ten."

The last one is the hardest, forcing Jungkook to the front and making the bedposts croak as he pulls at the ropes in desperation. His face is scrunched up, his toned chest is wearing a burgundy glow to it, his cock is twitching uncontrollably. 

“Hyung, oh fuck, hyung”, he whimpers, voice pitched and breathy. 

"You're doing okay?" Taehyung makes sure, handing you the flogger to reach between Jungkook’s legs from behind instead. 

"Y-yeah", Jungkook squeaks, not knowing if he wants to keep his mouth open or not. 

"Holy shit your balls are literal stones", Taehyung chuckles, "that flogging got you good, didn’t it?" 

"Mhm", is all Jungkook brings out before he has to moan desperately. 

"Of course it did. You’re such a fucking slut for pain", Taehyung taunts, squeezing down on his balls. 

"Hyung", Jungkook sobs. He is dripping sweat by now, body so sensitive it is shivering with every touch. You know that his ass must be pulsating in the aftermaths of pain. Your eyes land on Taehyung’s hand working Jungkook’s balls. He'll bruise them if he continues squeezing them like this. Jungkook sobs in bliss, grunting afterwards. Poor Kookie, his competitiveness is going to be his downfall.

"___!" Taehyung calls loudly.

"Yes!" you exclaim, raising your head quickly. 

"I asked you to use the vibrator on him." 

"Oh? S-sure, sorry I got distracted by Kook", you mumble, taking the purple vibrator and turning it on. 

It hums quietly, tickling the tips of your fingers slightly.

You shimmy closer, sitting down on the soles of your feet. 

"How are you doing sweetheart? Need a break?" you make sure, caressing Jungkook’s hip softly. 

"No", he shakes his head vigorously, "feels so good, don’t wanna stop."

"Alright." 

You lock eyes with Taehyung, who had stopped massaging Jungkook’s balls for the time being. 

"What should I do?" 

"Break him", he rasps, voice deep and sultry. 

"Fuck Tae", you gasp, "okay damn."

Jungkook whimpers at the first contact, cock twitching. The vibration isn’t strong, but his cock is sensitive enough to feel it three times stronger. You watch his face as you rub the vibrator up and down his length. He looks like pleasure personified. Eyes slightly open, mouth agape in silent moans and long hair sticking to his face.

"You look so fucking sexy like this baby", you rasp, drawing circles on his tip. 

"Baby", Jungkook squeaks in a high-pitched voice, bucking his hips into the vibrator. 

"Keep it there ___", Taehyung orders you, squeezing Jungkook’s balls again, "for three….two….one." 

You pull away, eliciting a desperate whine from Jungkook. He was so close, now floating on a cloud of agonizing pain. 

You place the vibrator at the base of Jungkook’s cock, right on his thick vein at the underside. 

Jungkook throws his head back, almost head butting Taehyung in the process had the latter not moved his head out of the way soon enough. 

"Wanna cum Kookie?" he taunts, grinding the heel of his hand down on Jungkook’s balls. 

"I-I’m f-fine", Jungkook chokes out, voice barely there.

"Give him more ___", Taehyung orders, tugging roughly.

Up his vein you drag the vibrator, stopping when you reached his frenulum. You draw figures of eight on it, watching the spurts of precum that drip down on the mattress. 

Jungkook is whimpering, toned thighs shaking uncontrollably. 

"Go on Kook, beg me. I’ll gladly let you cum. Just beg me" Taehyung growls. 

"No!" Jungkook exclaims, forcing anger on Taehyung’s features. 

"Take it away ___." 

You pull away. Jungkook pulls at the ropes, mewling sadly. 

"Say it Kook. Say it and I'll make her return the feeling." 

Jungkook shakes his head, "wanna win."

"You wanna win?" Taehyung laughs, "do it again ___." 

You place the vibrator on the base of Jungkook’s cock and start rubbing it up and down his length. He is flinching and whining with every touch. 

"Why do you wanna win so bad? Hm Kook? We both know you wouldn’t even last a second inside of her. Your cock's far too sensitive for that", Taehyung taunts, tugging at Jungkook’s balls roughly.  

Jungkook stays quiet. He had wanted to tell you that he is close, but decided that maybe if he stays quiet you guys wouldn’t notice and he could climax. But of course Taehyung noticed. 

"Stop it." 

And so you pull away. 

"Urgh!" Jungkook full on yells, chasing the feeling desperately. The bed croaks, fighting against Jungkook’s forceful tugging. 

Even Taehyung stopped working his balls, resting his hand on Jungkook’s ass. 

"Say it Kook. Beg me." 

"No! Fuck off!" 

"Again ___!" 

Jungkook screams your name, following it up with an agonizing moan. You are pressing the vibrator to his frenulum, putting the vibrations one level higher. 

"Beg me!" 

Jungkook shakes his head, crying tears. 

"Stop it." 

You pull the vibrator away, stomach filling with pity at the way Jungkook’s body convulses in misery. 

"Just imagine how nice your orgasm would feel like Jungkook. How your balls wouldn’t ache anymore."

"Shut up!" Jungkook barks, shaking his head. 

"Again ___. That stubborn idiot hasn’t learned his lesson yet", Taehyung growls, grabbing Jungkook’s balls again. 

You really thought that this would be his breaking point, but to your surprise the torture continues for exactly twenty three more minutes. 

Jungkook can’t even speak coherently anymore at this point. His face is covered in sweat, tears and snot. His body is shaking. You don’t even know the last time he opened his eyes, let alone swallowed his spit. It is running down his chin, dripping on his heated chest and running down the nipple chains. You have lost count on how often you denied him blissful nirvana. Four times however you almost missed the right moment to pull away, but Taehyung managed to stop Jungkook’s orgasm skillfully each and every time. The last time was the hardest, Jungkook almost dislocated his shoulder from how hard he ripped at the ropes in frustration. 

"Stop", Taehyung growls, squeezing the base of Jungkook’s cock with his fingers. 

You pull away, making Jungkook wail painfully. 

"No more", he sobs. 

"Are you ready to finally beg?" Taehyung taunts, smirking victoriously. 

Jungkook sobs quietly, letting his head fall to the front. 

"Please", he whispers. 

Taehyung laughs in victory. 

"See? It wasn’t even that hard", he says, ruffling Jungkook’s wet hair, "say it again." 

"P-please", Jungkook whimpers, looking broken. 

"Aah that sounds so beautiful from your lips", Taehyung sighs, "again."

"You won, please hyung please don’t do this to me", Jungkook chokes out in tears, "I can't take it anymore. Please."

"That felt good to hear", Taehyung smirks and lets his eyes fall on you, "you can make him cum", he says and wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s balls again. 

You press the vibrator to Jungkook’s tip, rubbing circles on his slit. Jungkook whimpers, moving his head back slowly. Any second now. Taehyung just needed to reach to the front and tug at the chains at the same time as he squeezed his balls and Jungkook was coming undone. 

He is squirting everywhere, squeaking as if his soul was leaving his body and almost ripping the bedpost out. He can’t talk, he can’t breathe, he can’t even sob. This is all he had wanted for the past twenty four hours and holy fuck it brings him close to passing out.

Jungkook collapses once the shakes have stopped, head bouncing to the front and legs slacking. Taehyung caught him in the last moment before Jungkook could hurt his arms. 

You are up on your feet in an instant, opening the knots quickly. Jungkook doesn’t even react when his arms fall down, slacking against Taehyung even more. 

Taehyung grunts, using all his strength to pick Jungkook up bridal style and carry him to the bed. 

He places him down gently, sitting down next to him. You are by his side in an instant, brushing his hair out of his sweaty face. 

Jungkook is barely breathing, eyes closed and lips parted.

"Jungkook are you okay?" you ask worriedly. 

"Ye" is all he brings out before his head rolls to the side. 

"I think we actually broke him", you say, eyes flitting to Taehyung, who is busy taking off the nipple clamps.

"He is exhausted", Taehyung assures you, finger pressed to Jungkook’s neck to check for his pulse, "don't worry his heart's still beating." 

"Well I hope it does. Don’t say it like that", you squeal, cupping Jungkook’s cheek, "baby hey, are you okay?" 

"Yes, just exhausted", he whispers, "hold me please."

You wrap your arms around him in an instant, making him rest his head on your chest. Jungkook purrs quietly, melting close. 

"I'll take care of your scrapes once you've rested. Also you need to drink water, lots of it. Alright?" Taehyung says, drawing soothing circles on Jungkook’s back. 

"Ye", Jungkook answers him. 

Taehyung leans down and kisses Jungkook’s shoulder. 

"I'm impressed by how long you lasted, Kook. You've done really well", he praises and kisses him a second time. 

Jungkook sighs happily, squeezing you. 

"Also I'll take my part of the bet tomorrow morning if that's alright", he adds, eyes flitting to you.

"Jesus, I totally forgot about that", you swallow hungrily, "fuck yeah that's alright." 

"Mhm is okay", Jungkook mumbles, "wanna sleep."

"You can sleep sweetheart. You deserve to rest", you whisper, caressing his ear gently. Jungkook is melting under your touches like a stick of butter in the sun. 

"Yes sleep, you've earned it", Taehyung agrees, giving Jungkook’s bruised butt a soft pat, "I'll go clean everything in the meantime." 

"Is it okay if I hold him instead of helping you?" you ask, watching Taehyung as he hurries through the room. 

"Yep, more than okay", he sends you a smile, "the little man needs some hugs", he says, touching Jungkook’s foot in a teasing nudge. 

But Jungkook had already fallen asleep, drooling on your chest and snoring quietly.

[goldazu]

RP Interactions and Expectations

In light of the recent discussions I’ve seen on my dash today, I’d just like to say, as someone who runs an active canon RP blog in the DL community ( @ruki--mukami ), there are many factors I consider when formulating a response and considering the overall plot in general with my many RP partners. As a precursor, I’d also like to mention I consider roleplaying as the primary focus of my blog first and foremost. 

Admittedly, I’m not the best at coming up with a coherent story, but rather I consider my strongest suits my canon portrayal, character development, and writing style itself. However, as far as conflicts go, there is this tendency of mine to rely on a common challenge across all interactions: the conflict is Ruki himself. You know how stories often have several conflict archetypes (i.e., man vs self, man vs man, man vs nature, etc.)? 99% of the time, the RP interactions contain man vs man, or as I’d like to call, OC vs DL boy lmao. 

Most OC’s who interact with my Ruki in particular are bound to experience emotional and physical turmoil, even straight up torture in some cases, very early on. Hell, I’ve had interactions in which he would resort to biting as early as the first or second reply, and then proceeds to walk it off like nothing happened. That’s because he’s a Vampire. This is how I expect any Vampire to act, not just Ruki. I pride myself on staying in character from start to finish. 

With that said, my biggest reason for making him act the way he does is because personally, I love love LOVE writing developments in which Ruki starts off as a cold, sadistic Vampire, who eventually learns to find the beauty in the OC with whom he’s interacting and potentially develop some romance there. 

So, cutting to the chase... Why am I going on a tangent about this?

Well, I just want everyone who encounters my blog to know that I am willing to write just about anything as far as Ruki’s character is concerned. I love showing off ALL SIDES of his character, not just his sadistic or fluffy side. Call me a Ruki fanatic but literally every side of his is enjoyable to me. From his sadism, his snark, his sarcasm, his wit, his soft side, his role as a brother, his role as a lover, his role as a father even. 

For me, roleplay interactions are a two-way street. You want a fluffier, less violent plot with Ruki? Let me know and we can discuss the direction our interaction should unfold. You want him to go all out, no inhibitions, acting as sadistic as can be? I can do that too. In fact, I already have, and I will continue to do so. Please, don’t be shy or feel like you should be ashamed for wanting certain outcomes for your character. In fact, I highly encourage it. The purpose of my blog is to not only explore my own crazy Ruki fantasies, but also provide an enjoyable experience for my RP partners as well.  

It’s simply not enjoyable for me to write Ruki completely killing your OC if that’s not what you want at all. Let it be known that, despite writing him and his violent tendencies, I will never allow him to kill anyone. The only people he has killed are anons, and that’s because there is no personal OC attached. Call me crazy but the anon deaths are kind of a meme at this point on my blog. That same anon can “respawn” in theory and continue to ask him questions. In other words, it’s all in good fun, and anons make for the perfect writing practice for me to have Ruki go all out with his sadism without hurting anyone personally. 

From my perspective as a writer, you will grow by writing all kinds of scenes, which is one of the main goals of my blog. I want to become a stronger writer. I want to develop a nuanced style that paints the perfect imagery in your head whilst capturing Ruki’s character with the utmost accuracy. I want to be able to place him in ANY SITUATION and still make it sound believable for him. 

Now, it’s debatable on a case-by-case basis what one would deem as “believable” for Ruki Mukami. 

Let’s be real here. I’ve roleplayed in a lot of scenarios in which, realistically speaking, Ruki would either NOT CARE AT ALL about the situation at hand or just completely END the person bothering him. However, it’s not a very exciting answer if I just make him uninterested, now is it? That’s another joy I find with this blog, which takes me to my next point.

In every OC, there is something beautiful to be found. A treasure to be cherished. A diamond in the rough.

Taking that into consideration, I turn my own personal love for people’s OC’s and channel it as a reason for Ruki to keep them alive despite all the punishment, despite all the imprisonment, and despite all the downright torture. But I promise you, he will grow soft in due course. It just takes a slow burn, snail pace type of development to get to that level with him, and as writers I’m willing to work with you to get there. It’s my aspiration to see beautiful stories blossom on my blog.

Long story short, with each and every reply I consider these factors:

My own personal enjoyment.

My RP partner’s enjoyment.

The plot development (is there a setting, conflict, resolution, etc.?)

The character development (how will our muses change after this?)

The application and use of new literacy devices, vocabulary, syntax, semantics, metaphor, imagery, etc. that encourages all of us to do better.

The repetition (has this been repeated before? how can I make this different from my other interactions to keep things interesting for me?) 

So, as much as I would love to write Ruki as the sadistic monster he is, more often than not that route just simply isn’t going to develop into anything fruitful for any of the parties involved. I might not be a great storywriter, but even I can tell this much. I’m fairly certain many OC creators in this community can agree with the statement that they’d prefer not to have Ruki kill them off without a second thought. Yes, he’ll come pretty damn close to doing so, but I wish to allow my RP partners a chance to react to everything that is happening to their OC. As a canon, I realize the power dynamic is different from that of OC + OC interactions, since typically the DL boys themselves are the villains. 

Personally, as the person behind Ruki, my greatest enjoyment derives from writing him brutally sadistic early on and then slowly transitioning to an almost redeemable character who learns how to love despite his vampirism. It’s why I make him violent—because there is no greater satisfaction for me than to see this cold, evil Vampire melt into a warm and loving person. The more sadistic he is, the more satisfying it is because the OC or his lover in question has finally broken past his walls that he spent literal decades erecting around his ice heart.

TL;DR: PLEASE DON’T BE ASHAMED OF YOUR TASTES AND EXPECTATIONS FOR OUR PLOT. I’M LITERALLY DOWN TO WRITE ANY FLAVOR OF RUKI YOU WANT AS LONG AS IT’S REASONABLE WITHIN THE SCOPE OF HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. 

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk. 

[strawbabysimp]

Hanamiya Kink HCs

I'm not sugar-coating Hanamiya and I'm not apologizing♡

Seeing you gag was one of his biggest turn-ons. Even when he wasn't busy shoving your head down to press against him as closely as possible while his cock entered your throat, he always found some way to trigger your reflex. He would be slowing down the pace of his thrusts as you lied beneath him to get a better look at you before he brought his fingers to your lips. "You know what to do." He was transfixed on what was about to happen and it showed in the way his voice softened despite the roughness of his actions. "Gag on them you stupid bitch." Without any less of a warning, he plunges two of the digits inside the moisture your mouth supplied and allowed you to swirl your tongue around them for only a moment before bringing them to the back of your tongue and pressing down.

Anal had piqued his interest since a young age, always having been one for taboo excitements. It wasn't uncommon for him to fuck himself into you fast enough to sting, coating himself in wetness before pulling out. You knew what to expect and so when his fingers drag through the wetness leaking out of you and eventually make their way to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks, you make sure to lift yourself slightly to accommodate him. "Such an eager slut," your boyfriend spits, always keeping his gaze trained on your hole as he circles your not-yet-fucked-out entrance. He doesn't like to stretch you too much, preferring for your body to put up some resistance at his pleasurable intrusion. Your whimpers fill the room whenever he sinks into you, the only lube being the juices you had covered his cock with earlier, and as much as he enjoys your cries he also loves being mean(what a surprise). "Shut the hell up. I can't even come in peace with all that whining." His voice is low and he accentuates his words with a harsh grip on your wrist before tossing your own hand in between your legs as if you were some sort of ragdoll. You understand his wordless orders and begin to touch yourself which only makes your cries turn to gasps and soft laughter fill the room as he beams down at you.

Omarashi. He loved the choked shriek you let out whenever his palm pressed against your bladder. The pain flooding your senses was not lost on him and you swore you saw him smile through your watery vision. He almost looked proud. After a brief moment of pain, his hips never stilling, a feeling of warmth would wash over you and you couldn't hold back your shudder as the tension left your body. Your boyfriend's eyes never left the display, finding sick pleasure in the sight of you pissing yourself on his cock. You tried to be ashamed but the feeling of relief was too strong to allow such thoughts and the rare kisses you were granted against your neck made a soft smile form on your face. "Disgusting," he whispered as he continued the soft press of his lips against you.

He loves when you put up a fight, going beyond brattiness as you thrash against his hold. Despite his sadistic tendencies, he does have you confirm that you want this. He phrases it casually but the part of him that cares for you overweighs his sadistic tendencies at times like these and he truly does hold your words at a high value. Once your consent is made clear he pretends the question was never of any importance, that he would have taken what he wanted no matter what you said and the look in his eyes darkens as he begins to move you to accommodate his needs. He wanted to leave you screaming and coming on his cock, despite the struggle the way he would ram into you making your body act its own accord. He loved the way he was able to unleash whatever pent-up feelings he had grown tired of that day on you and being able to see the smallest bit of fear in your eyes was a welcome sight that he usually tried to avoid in your regular day-to-day relationship.

Marking you up serves to allow him to "claim" you as well as embarrass you whenever you leave your neck exposed or wear a shirt he can hold to the side slightly to draw the gaze of others to the still darkening mark. He's always been able to read the body well, especially when it concerns pain, and so even the slightest hitch of your breath when he holds two fingers to his favorite spot he makes sure to mark regularly, your jugular, has his cock twitching.

Spanking is a must, or really any form of impact play. He prefers to use his hands, feeling more in charge of the pained moans leaving your mouth that way. He could come from hitting your backside alone, though he far more enjoyed the practice of causing you pain as you gave him pleasure. A beautiful exchange, one in which he always remained on top. Hanamiya would often have you thrown over his knee, no actions instigating such a thing, only his pure need to see you shake against him fueling the impromptu scene. Pulling down your bottoms so only your ass was freed from the fabric before bringing his hand down on you had him grinding against you with every slap. Pain truly was an art to the man and he had mastered it.

[mysticmlynn3]

Scriddler with the ship questions?

There was no number given, so I decided to use "Pre-Relationship" for Scriddler! It was fun to write.

Pre-Relationship:

1: How did they first meet?

Jonathan Crane was still a psychiatrist for Arkham Asylum, so was Harleen Quinzel. They were both supposed to be on The Riddler's case, but Harleen took The Joker's instead. Leaving Jonathan alone in a room with the known sociopathic murderer that traps people in his sick games, Edward Nygma, used to be known as 'Eddie Nashton', a shy clumsy fellow.

There was also another thing with them that I had thought. It was when Jonathan was still a professor at Gotham University and Edward was still Eddie Nashton and worked at the GCPD, they've crossed paths before without realizing. Maybe they bumped into each other and Eddie was frantically apologizing while helping Jonathan pick up his papers. They only said good days to each other and never met again, until Arkham Asylum.

2: What was their first impression of each other?

Edward despised Jonathan at first, because, well he's a psychiatrist, and Edward hated every single moment he had to be stuck in a room with so-called helpers in Arkham Asylum, Jonathan was unamused with Edward's mood swings, tantrums about Batman, and his threatening riddles he slips in conversations. But unlike the other psychiatrists, he wasn't going to give up on Edward quickly.

3: Did any of their friends/family want them to get together?

Not gonna lie, the other rogues thought they would kill each other if they were in the same room, hell some even made bets with Oswald for who kills each other first. Luckily Jervis is the "dad friend" in The Dork Squad so he keeps both of them from harming each other at first. As for family? Jon's wouldn't be too happy if they found out he's with a man, Edward's wouldn't care because they honestly forgot he existed.

4: Who felt romantic feelings first?

Jonathan 👏 Fucking 👏 Crane 👏It was a very confusing time for Jonathan, he was like "Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-" *Cues "Accidentally In Love"* He wasn't bashful about it, he was kinda ashamed that he's falling for someone, let alone a man that pushes his buttons every day. Oh how life works in mysterious ways.

5: Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Both of them have, but Edward was strong with resisting his own feelings. He didn't want to be seen as "weak" by the other rogues if he submitted to his emotions or Jonathan, he has a reputation to stand for God's sake. Plus he thought Jonathan wasn't interested in him or his brain, little did he know.

6: If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Jonathan at first would be skeptical, but he'd almost believe it. They're both intelligent independent sociopathic murderers with unforuntune pasts and sadistic tendencies, it's like they're met for each other, in a way. Edward would just laugh at your face and call you a fake and say that can not be true, and maybe zap you with his cane. Give it a couple weeks and he'll think deep of that soulmate thing.

7: What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Honestly, I don't think much would change. Edward would still be The Riddler, and Jonathan will become The Scarecrow one way or another. But I don't think they'd live any longer if they hadn't met. They've been through a lot of life-threatening situations together, if they weren't around to save each other, The Riddler and The Scarecrow would be dead. So maybe it's better off if they meet somehow.

[regrettablewritings]

Animatic/Storyboard Music

Got bored/procrastinate-y on coloring in this ultra intricate card for my mom. So I’m just gonna make a list of songs I think make for good animatic material. Because why not/I wanna foist my musical tastes on people/ @locke-writes got me in a music binge. For the most part, it’s just gonna be me explaining the meanings or the vibe or what they generally tend to be used for, but really it’s mostly subjective so imaginate whatchu wanna.

“Trust Me” - The Devil’s Carnival Originally depicting a story about the Scorpion and the Frog, it’s the perfect song for when you want to depict the dynamic between a gullible or at the very least more grounded character and a figure whose intentions . . . may be less than pure. Or good for anyone, really.

“The Dismemberment Song” - The Blue Kid I have a playlist dedicated to songs whose content and sound are just . . . not married to one another, but got a weird flirtationship situation going on. Anyway, I’ve seen people say that they like to imagine it’s sung through the POV of a scorned housewife who’s finally Had Enough™️. And . . . They’re really not wrong for it. Really, though, it’s just the right song for when a sadist is just ready to gut a fucker but is disturbingly jolly about it.

“Love Me Dead” - Ludo Continuing with my trend of songs about people in less than ideal situations, “Love Me Dead” is straight to the point: The relationship is just awful and the guy gets nothing from it, but he can’t help but be hopelessly in a state of adoration for the woman he’s latched on to (“You’re born of a jackal! YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!!”)

“Constellations” - The Oh Hellos There actually isn’t a plot to this song, it just feels really good (as all songs by The Oh Hellos are prone to be). However, if you feel a need to portray the concept of having to reorganize your thoughts after realizing that maybe they weren’t what you initially thought, and then coming to the conclusion that even though everything changes as a result, you’ll be alright? This is the song for you.

“A Kindling of Sorts” - The Oh Hellos An instrumental piece that is like . . . It’s related to another song of theirs about nationalism called “Torches”, so make of that what you will. (I personally have been using it to imagine storyboarding an opening for an animated The Witcher series.)

“The Other Side” - The Greatest Showman I know everyone and their mom has used this to portray situations like villains trying to get good guys to join their side. But I dun curr, it’s a fun song. That, and I like what Emilyamio did with her interpretation. It’s fun. For a basic rundown, know it’s another song about two characters’ dynamics being explored, with one coming to the other with a proposal that they join them in whatever endeavors they have in store. It’s often portrayed as something evil, but it really doesn’t have to be, as the original context was more about letting loose than anything.

“The Thief and the Moon” - Shawn James A much more mellow piece. Simple and straight to the point: A thief tells the Moon that he plans on stealing her light to shade the world in darkness. The Moon insists that the thief would only doom the world by doing so, to which the thief clarifies that he doesn’t care; if the world is shrouded in shadow, it means he will be able to steal with more ease (“My very existence is a race to attain wealth”). Disgusted, the Moon essentially curses the man with a warning that his greed can and will bring about his end -- and leave him to be forgotten by the rest of mankind, once it happens.

“Villainous Thing” - Shayfer James I’ve seen people say that this song is about singing to a cadaver but I can’t quite find anything confirming that (translation: I’m too lazy to look too into it). Regardless, it’s a fun ditty that yet again portrays someone with less than pure intentions encouraging someone to join him in some good old fashion villainy, as they’ve clearly endured their fair share of hardships and surely wanted to do evil anyway (“You’ll find no ever after here, it’s clear that isn’t what you came for“).

“Necromancin Dancin” - Bear Ghost Straight forward and fun as fuck: A necromancer apparently seems to cross classes and try his hand at barding by not only raising an army of the dead, but by also making them dance in order to make conquering the world easier. Because . . . a body doing Disco Duck isn’t scary, I guess.

"Aquaman” - Walk the Moon A song about one half of a couple wanting to become more involved in their relationship, but still having some nervousness about doing so. If you somehow haven’t heard this song yet, you gotta because it’s the cutest shit.

“Jenny’s Tale” - Ren I’ll be brutally honest, it’s about a woman named Jenny who just wants to get home after a long day of work and an unfortunate encounter with a 14 year old named Screech who gets way in over his head. As in, like, a death happens. That being said, I need. Like. An animated music video of this song. I imagine this shit in gritty charcoal or painted on glass, it just needs this. Somebody who isn’t me who knows what they’re doing, please look into this.

“The Curse of the Fold” - Shawn James As cheesy as it sounds, it basically boils down to not giving up or yielding. But what makes it so cool is the fact that Shawn James makes all his songs basically sound like a western gothic soundtrack. Which helps, because he admits that the title is also a reference to poker, in which giving up too often or too easily can often rob you of a delicious reward gained through perseverance and sacrifice.

“Thank God I’m Not You” - Himalayas I prefer to imagine this for an arrogant asshole of a character. Because that’s exactly what this song is about: They’re a liar and a thief, they’ve been called the son of Satan, and yet they consider themselves lucky -- ‘cause at least they ain’t you! If you have a character in mind who’s a delightful, punchable little shit, this is probably either their anthem or at least on the playlist you inevitably made for them.

"Passerine" - The Oh Hellos So there’s a common trend in The Oh Hellos’ discography that tends to explore the two founders’ experiences with faith and their growth in how they understand it or recognize it. With “Passerine”, the concept being explored is the experience they had when it came to taking a step back and realizing just how many of their supposed “fellow Christians” were actually doing some rather unchristian things, so to speak. When they “prune[d] their feathers”, it became clear that they had less in common with certain people proclaiming to be Christian while also spouting bigotry and greed. However, the desire to move away from such influences comes with the feeling of being torn, as moving too far away from the Bible leaves the singer feeling as though she is betraying something she holds dear. As a result, “Passerine” symbolizes not a breakage from faith, but a breakage from blind faith as they understood it, and the inevitable feeling of being torn that comes along with expanding upon how one views their beliefs and those around them. It’s therefore not uncommon to see Good Omens animatics using this song. (Something I also noticed is that throughout the song, you hear pieces of “Constellations”. TOH have a tendency to reference previous pieces, and considering “Constellations” is a song about changing perspective and the meanings we apply to them, it fits in beautifully with a song about reevaluating one’s stance.)

“Like the Dawn” - The Oh Hellos As stated before, a lot of TOH’s discography draws inspiration from their faith. In this case, it’s an outright retelling of the Garden of Eden, specifically when Adam awoke to find Eve had been created. What makes this iteration stand out to most, however, is that the singer is female, which seems to change the vibe you get. It sweetens the feeling of wonder we often forget the first man might’ve felt upon seeing somebody made for him, creating an air of beauty yet comfort with such lines as “And like the dawn, you broke the dark and my whole earth shook” or “You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen.” Even without the awareness or an interest in religious influences, it still manages to be a very feel-good song -- which is the mark of an overall good song in general!

“Confession” - RED Dealing with the constant battle of feeling ashamed that how you feel on the inside isn’t in sync with how you present yourself on the outside. That you should feel bad for smiling out at the world while screaming and thrashing -- like it’s a lie. But you can’t help it: It’s what you’re accustomed to. Though it does end on a hopeful note with the singer deciding that they want to reach out for help and rid themselves of this feeling of pain they have inside.

“When I Grow Up” - Matilda . . . Only if you want to cry. Seriously. When you’re a kid, everything seems difficult but you’re positive that once you grow up, everything will change: You’ll be tall enough to climb the trees you were too small to, you’ll be able to carry everything because you’re stronger, you’ll be brave enough to fight the monsters hiding in your room, you’ll finally have all the answers. . . . But life isn’t that simple. We wish it were, but it isn’t. There’s this bittersweetness about this song, about a sense of purity we unfortunately grow out of where we think things will be just the same enough for us to do what we want when we want, but things are more complicated than that. We still struggle to reach, to bear the weight, to not be afraid, to have even a fraction of the answers. But! We’re reminded that just because we’re told life isn’t fair, doesn’t mean we have to take it. After all, nothing changes when nothing happens. And even beyond that? It helps to remember that we’re never quite done growing up; there’s always more to learn, so remember to be patient with yourself.

“Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!” - Will Wood and the Tapeworms This is . . . a song. The lyrics are honestly kinda all over the place and shooting rapid fire, making it a bit difficult to discern what exactly the singer is going on about. It makes for a pretty crazy song that suggests somebody’s going unhinged, which is apparently precisely the intention?? I’ve seen a lot of people interpret this as a song about a guy who is already at a low point in his life but nonetheless is going, “. . . I bet I can go deeper. Hand me my shovel.”

“No Reason” - Beetlejuice God if i had a youtube channel the segment i would spend on this song would be so juicy just ripe and thicc with thoughts and feelings i tell ya rich like a fresh fatty peach the apple that tempted Eve and gagged Adam yes ‘Nother song that explores the dynamic between two differing people and their worldviews. At its simplest, “No Reason” is about two opposite ends of a spectrum coming to a head: Idealistic and hippie-dippy Delia is convinced that everything happens for a reason, while cynical and depressed Lydia asserts that everything happens at random and it doesn’t matter anyway because we’re all going to die. And even though the delivery is ultimately a comedic one, you get more insight as to why one another feels the way that they do: Lydia, as we’ve previously learned, has recently lost her mother to an illness, which has left her depressed and feeling invisible (a theme in the show); whereas Delia’s failed marriage and desperate attempts to nonetheless be happy have left her dependent on the idea that these things had to have happened for a reason, otherwise, her pain would’ve been for nothing. What’s important is that neither side is actually appointed as the winner, with the song ultimately ending that the universe is random for a reason.

“Barbara 2.0″ - Beetlejuice Without spoiling anything (or at least too much), “Barbara 2.0″ is about growth. It’s about learning to put your foot down after a literal lifetime of being passive out of fear of what might happen and just accepting that nothing will happen if nothing happens -- but that doesn’t make whatever happens good.

“Bleed Magic” - IDHKBTFM It’s either about a killer or a vampire. No, seriously: When Dallon Weekes was asked about what the story of the song was, that was his answer. I personally prefer to think of it as a vampire or demon of some kind, given that the song came out around Halloween. Perfect for yet another example of somebody (likely supernatural) having an upper hand on an unsuspecting mortal. ...I have way too many of these on this list, I swear I don’t have a problem —

“Feel Good Drag” - Anberlin A toxic relationship of sorts. In that it shouldn’t be a relationship to begin with. Depicts the singer being approached by an ex, who seeks a one-night stand while her current boyfriend is out of town. However, the singer is aware that trying to continue anything regardless of the situation is a moot point: Even when they were together, their relationship was doomed from the start, and nothing about that is going to change -- especially now.

“Soviet Trumpeter” - Katzenjammer (It’s kinda difficult to work with this one but I’ve seen people work with less or stranger.) Based off the life of one Eddie Rosner, a Jewish Polish trumpeter whose fame within the USSR unfortunately faded due to the Soviet Union’s heavy censorship. Even if nothing is to be done with it, it still paints a melancholic picture of a talented man’s skills being largely unknown as a result of things beyond his control. All wrapped up in a song that denotes a strange deterioration in a way I can’t quite place.

“Apple Blossom” - The White Stripes On its face, it’s a very sweet song: The singer encourages his beloved to be vulnerable enough with him to tell him her troubles and to let him “sort them out for [her]”. She’s clearly saddened, and seeing so distresses him to where he insists that he will do whatever he can to make her happy. However, the tone of the song and certain lines make it easy to twist into yet another song of a character attempting to seduce somebody into a state of vulnerability . . .

“You’ve Got Possibilities” - It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s Superman The one singular song people actually liked from this forgotten musical. Perfect for when somebody intends on giving somebody else a makeover. Y’know, after totally roasting them on their posture and clothing. If you want to add a lil something extra, know that the context is that a lady wants to give Clark Kent a makeover, insisting that in spite of his schlubby appearance, there’s gotta be something underneath. I repeat: She is telling this to Clark freaking Kent.

 “Still” - Anastasia In the context, the show’s antagonist (not bad guy, there’s a difference) finds himself torn between obligation and personal interest: Does he fulfill his duty and live up to expectations set upon him by his father and the society he’s been selected to help uphold? Or does he let a woman he has become fond of go? Is she truly as innocent as she claims? Or is she well aware of what she’s doing? And every time he thinks he’s reached a conclusion, he can’t help but thing, “But still . . .” Good for when you want to portray a character conflicted between obligations of politics and what their heart wants.

“Two Nobodies in New York” - [title of show] Two young men plan on entering an upcoming theatrical festival but struggle with what to even submit. This song in particular focuses on them trying to figure out what to even write, the concept of fame, and if wanting the certain things that may come with fame can mean anything from being sell-outs to getting a sitcom. It’s admittedly specific, but it’s a cute and funny interaction between two guys who are, for the most part, actually in sync with their thoughts and anxieties. For the time being.

“Into the Unknown” - Idina Menzel Look, I refuse to watch that movie. I just do. But I will take this song over That Other One any day. Mostly because I personally like to imagine that the singer in this song is about to embark on a Pixaresque journey after accidentally leaving her home during the night of The Wild Hunt, accidentally separating her spirit from her body and thus giving her a very limited time to get back to it before she remains a soul trapped in a whirlwind of ghosts forever. But first: Let’s sing about that strange howling that coaxes her so.

“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” - The Offspring I sure do long songs that can characterize a shithead . . . Anywho! The smoothest way to go is just to portray some cocky, manipulative shit who’s used to just lying and cheating their way to get what they want before slipping away without any consequences -- to a point. There’s the option of portraying the betrayer’s comeuppance, but there’s also the frustratingly delicious option of just letting them get away with whatever to lie another day.

“Why Should I Worry” - Billy Joel When in doubt, go to earlier Disney. Because like it or not, they had some bops. And when in the need of portraying a happy-go-lucky (probably idiotic) doofus and his more neurotic or cynical friend going about their life with the former just Mr. Magooing it while the latter suffers more realistic consequences? You go with this song. If you want. That’s just me.

“Transformation” - Brother Bear For when you want to invoke a mystical or otherworldly feeling. There’s really not much more I can say except to encourage you to listen to it and watch the scene if you can find it. You’ll get the vibe.

“No Girl’s Toy” - Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure It’s a big shame this movie is relatively unknown and never got a proper VHS release or anything -- mainly because the music in this cult classic is definitely stuff I could see becoming standards. I could see people performing “I Never Get Enough” for little shows, or recycling “Blue” for a different show. Thankfully, somebody was able to upload a clear enough sounding recording of “No Girl’s Toy”, so at least we have that. In context (just...follow me on this), Raggedy Ann’s brother, Raggedy Andy, has had enough of being subjected to “girly things” while in the nursery. Additionally, though, the way the song was written means it can also be interpreted as just a guy who refuses to let himself be yanked around regardless of how thick the sugar being laid on him is. . . . If you wanna poke fun as a character for trying to appear tougher than what he is, here’s the song. (That being said, Andy is a sweetheart at the end of the day. No amount of tough-fronting will hide that.)

“I Enjoy Being a Girl” - Flower Drum Song (It is by sheer coincidence that this song follows the above.) Really, it’s exactly what it says on the tin: The singer enjoys being a girl and what all it entails for her. She loves her feminine form, she loves the attention she gets, she loves dolling herself up, she loves frilly dresses, and she hopes to one day marry a guy who enjoys “having a girl like [her].” And honestly? Good on her! Love whatcha love, lovely! Seriously, though, it’s a cute song for anyone who just wants to indulge in some girliness.

“Chip on My Shoulder” - Legally Blonde Come on: It’s Legally Blonde. You know what this bop is, or at least have an idea of it. But since I love this song, I’ll indulge: Disheartened by her failure to both win back her ex and succeed in the fast-paced environment of Harvard, the normally bright-eyed Elle is ready to call it quits. That is, until junior partner Emmett gets involved. Unimpressed by her story, Emmett reveals that he got to where he was by busting his ass due to having a chip on his shoulder from his rough beginnings — and maybe a chip on the shoulder is exactly what Elle needs to survive. And as somebody driven by spite, I can appreciate that kind of message. Anywho, it all in all is a song about growth and learning how to be “driven as hell” to keep up with an opportunity that may not be easy to take, but is not one to be passed by.

“What Do I Need with Love?” - Thoroughly Modern Millie “What Do I Need with Love?” asks exactly that: He could date a different girl every night of the week if he so wanted, and never once had any desire to go steady before. He considers himself lucky to have never fallen for anyone -- until now. Which he’s not! He’s not in love. ...He totally is and, by his own admission, he’s got it bad it’s terribly adorable.

“Interlude IV” - Zach Callison The entire album is actually a narrative about a failed relationship of Callison’s and I’m sure the other songs are just as great fuel for animatics -- I’m just too caught up on listening to this one over and over. Sometimes, we just wanna listen to Steven Universe cuss and be openly furious. Seriously, though, even without the context of the rest of the story, you get the idea well enough: A spiteful Zach decides to get back at the one that broke his heart in such a painful way, whereas a well-meaning friend insists they just leave it be and move on. While this technically would be the better and healthier option, Zach is just too far gone with rage to let it go and decides to take care of things by himself.

“Evermore” - Beauty & the Beast Look, I know the remake wasn’t anything crazy. But also I don’t honestly care too terribly much. Besides, this song was nice and it really gets me after that key change. We all want a royal doofus to be enamored enough with us to let us go for our own happiness but still know that their life will forever be changed because they met us. Animate that shit. Over and over.

goddamn this list is long lemme just stop this now byyyyeeeee

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.hamartia. ‘Part 4,

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (f) x Taehyung (?)

Genre: Mafia!Au, Fluff, Angst (Mostly angst oopsies) I DO NOT CONDONE BEHAVIOR DISPLAYED IN THIS, PLEASE IT’S FICTION AND DON’T DO STUPID THINGS THANK YOU

Plot: Y/N is a skilled, well, torturer, though you don’t like to call yourself that; it makes what you do too real. When mafia boss Yoongi wants information or wants a hostage to suffer, you step in. However, one fateful day you are thrown Taehyung, another person who does your line of work. You need answers, he is determined not to give them to you. That’s when you try...a different approach, and Yoongi is not pleased.

Rating: TV-MA

WARNINGS: YO IF YOU’RE NOT COOL WITH SUBTLE BI AGENDAS THEN I’M SORRY THIS IS NOT THE PLACE FOR YOU, Blood, torture, mafia things (ya know?), drugs alcohol, sadistic tendencies, a fundamentally flawed main character (I’m sorry i’m just writing myself pretty much), assault, harassment, stalking (not bad), romance (somehow), Maybe stockholm syndrome???

Word Count: 2.1K words

A/N: I’m sorry there’s not a lot of Taehyung here, but there will be in the next chapter >:) I’m also really like to think that House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco is the theme song for this series. 

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guilt

~ guilt is an affective state in which one experiences conflict at having done something that one believes one should not have done (or conversely, having not done something one believes one should have done).

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“Is that all?” Yoongi raised a questioning eyebrow.

It had been a solid two weeks since Taehyung was moved to better treatment. Two weeks and you had yet to learn much about him. He didn’t speak to you when you came to talk to him, he rarely responded. You deduced he either had balls of steel or was terrified out his mind. You chose the former considering his serious disposition. Even if he wasn’t in this situation, you suspected he would be a rather serious man.

“Yes.” You paused. “Well, I found out his favorite color is gray.”

“Oh?”

“It wasn’t on purpose. He didn’t tell me, but you know me, Yoongi,” You glanced to meet his eyes for the first time this whole meeting. “You know I’m an observer. I see the smallest twitch of relaxation when there’s a gray colored item. Of course, he’s a smart man...” You trailed off. Taehyung could be deceiving you to believe one way.

“And what have you done with this information?” The pale man didn’t seem amused.

“I’ve taken away anything gray.” That also meant you had to change up your wardrobe, which was annoying. Gray was a go to color of yours. In the morning, you had to ignore a third of your wardrobe. You were still using a subtle torture. Depraving him of certain colors and shapes was a softer way to approach this. You had seen excellent results in the past with this method, but it was often a slow burn.

Yoongi nodded his head slowly, seemingly thinking deeply. He didn’t return your gaze and instead looked toward the ceiling.

“Interesting.”

There was a long pause. You really had nothing else to report. Taehyung woke up at 3 A.M. in the freaking morning everyday, if you could even call that morning. He managed to wake up before you. And with your absolutely fucked sleep schedule, he was almost making your life hell. wait a minute.

“Can I be dismissed?” You quickly said, already starting to stand up.

“You’ve figured something out, haven’t you?” He finally met your eyes. You had this spark, a sudden realization. You just nodded, trying to get out as soon as possible. You had a lot to discuss with Jimin.

“Fine, you’re dismissed.” Usually he wouldn’t allow such an outburst, but it was you. He had vowed never to yell at you again after what happened.

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You found the silver haired man relaxing on a bench outside of one of the torture rooms. “Jimin.” You grabbed his arm hurriedly and hoisted him up to follow you before he could even say hi. He fell into step with you and panted after his rude awakening.

“What? Did something happ-”

“Jimin, Taehyung has been toying with us.” You almost shouted. Then you looked around the hallway, seeing it to be clear, and then lowered your voice.

“What do you mean.” Jimin hissed. He may be soft for the mafia, but he did not enjoy being fooled with.

“Taehyung has been making our lives miserable. He observed us, learned our patterns, and knew how to use them against us. We may be the ones in power, but Taehyung has managed to weasel his way in.” You paused to take a breath. Jimin stood, mouth agape.

“So...So he knew about...”

“He knew you’re soft. He knows I wake up at 5 A.M. so he pushed it further. He’s depriving us of sleep and humanity.” You bit your lip, thinking. What has he been doing? He just sits there, he doesn’t try to escape. He doesn’t talk, but he gives you just enough information. How did he learn to read people so well? It’s impossible for him to know everything about us from just us going in and out of that room...The color drained of your face as you thought of another possibility. No, it can’t be- Jimin pulled you out of your thoughts, saying the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

“He’s a distraction.”

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“You’re not a monster, but you’re not the woman I fell in love with.” Yoongi stood stiff. He was always so blunt.

“Might I remind you,” You seethed, hands gripping the back of the seat tightly, your knuckles turning white. “You made me this way.”

He looked away, almost ashamed. “You wanted a job here, you didn’t want to feel like dead weight. I gave you a job.”

You scoffed, “Don’t blame this on me, Yoongi.”

“Fine.” He crossed his arms, leaning casually against the window sill. The office felt so dark, a tense fog filling the room. “The position was open and I saw you as just another worker who could fill it. I could have promoted Jimin, but I gave you respect and prestige.”

“You gave me hell.” You would get to his other insults in a moment, but you needed to think. You were so enraged you could barely breathe. You were so distraught you tears springing to your eyes. But you refused to let him see you cry. You bit back the lump in your throat, swallowing thickly. A moments pause and the room felt like a tinderbox ready to catch fire. All that was needed was the matchstick to light everything ablaze.

You feared setting the room ablaze, but then you looked at his eyes, cold and merciless. And you decided, this room feels stuffy anyway, it would look prettier ablaze. You took a deep breath.

“Funny, that you can speak of prestige and respect when everyone is just terrified of you. There’s no respect in sight, just fear.” You stated plainly. “And I don’t fear you, but I sure as hell will never respect you after this. We’re over, Yoongi.” You knew you had wounded him sufficiently. You grabbed your bag, deciding that the ashes falling around you weren’t salvageable, and stormed out of the room. The office door slammed shut and you swore you would never step foot in there again.

But yet again, you lied to yourself. Again and again you said it would be the last time you saw him, that you’d leave and escape this world, but every time you drove out of town, you turned back around. You were utterly helpless, stuck. If only this was some sick love story where he would run after you. You wanted him to, but if those ashes meant anything, it meant death. Death of your love. And Yoongi would never run to you. After all...you were just another member of his illusive gang.

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So here you were, breaking your own promises time and time again. You paced, unable to stop. It had been long since you felt pain looking at him, but you still felt your heart twinge to hear his voice.

“Listen, I’m telling you, Yoongi, this is a trap. He’s stalling, he’s being a distraction. Have you even heard from the other gangs in weeks?”

The slight twitch in his lips told you that he hadn’t. He carefully placed his whiskey down.

“That’s a big accusation. We are on good terms with most gangs in the area. It’s normal not to hear from them for a while.”

“No, no, you don’t understand. There’s been nothing. No crime, no new headlines.”

That got him a little more worried.

“What would their reasons be? We haven’t done anything terrible.”

“We’ve stolen land, cheated deals, killed their men. They fear us, but they’ve only just realized that with all of them combined, they can outnumber us.” You stopped pacing, almost panting from the adrenaline flowing through your veins. You felt like you were on some strange kind of high.

Yoongi was staring at you. Slowly, slowly, he stood. He went around his desk and leaned on the other side.

“I see what you mean. I’ll send Mark and Jungkook out to check on the other gangs tomorrow. We’ll prepare for an invasion, heighten security. If they get suspicious, we’ll just say it’s better to be on the safe side.” Yoongi said. Then he looked at you expectantly, as if he thought you would argue.

This would be a time to have the upper hand on Taehyung and his supposed plan. You couldn’t show all your cards of let him know you knew.

“We can’t be 100% sure.” You said quickly, trying to manage expectations.

“Funny, coming from someone who was so certain a few moments ago.”

There it was again. That tension hung in the air. Funny. That’s how you had started it ages ago. It felt exactly like it was a few months ago.

“You should get more sunlight, Yoongi, you look too pale.” You said offhandedly, trying to ease the tension.

“I could say the same to you. You prefer the prisoners underground to the members above ground.” He fired back.

“At least they can’t argue with me.” Your lips pricked up into a small smile.

Yoongi studied you, licking his lips. Then he smiled as well. The playful banter reminded you of when you were together. The memories were painted blue now; a symbol of what once was. He seemed to be thinking the same.

“Dismissed.” He said quietly. You simple nodded and left, softly shutting the door behind you.

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Your steps are light. You could be an assassin with how well you had learned your way around this house. You knew every creaky floorboard and every squeaky door handle. For once, you didn’t feel like going back down to the artificial lighting of the basement rooms. Perhaps I’ll follow what Yoongi said. You then frowned thinking of the smug grin he would have on his face if you ever said that out loud.

He was right in some aspect. You hadn’t spent much time outside in the past few weeks. You mostly split your time between your room, the basement, and the surveillance room.

You spotted a tall man at the end of the hallway. He was on the phone and you didn’t really want to run into him anyway. Kim Namjoon was an excellent snake for the Bangtan Mafia. You just didn’t want to interact with the snake. He really was a good charmer and he knew how to say the right things at the right time. In fact, you would have enlisted his help with Taehyung if he hadn’t been so busy. Sadly, this snake was also standing right near your door, as if he had been waiting for you.

You wanted to slip by him unnoticed, but you should have known it would take a little more than that to slip past the silver tongue of Bangtan.

“Ah, I’ve got to go.” You heard him speaking. “My deepest apologies.” he spoke before hanging up. You never trusted that man.

“Hello, Kim.” You simply nodded, trying to get past quickly.

“Oh, no need for the formalities. We’re all a family here.” The corners of his lips tilted upwards in an almost smile, not quite enough to show the dimples in his cheeks. He used to be a friend, never close, but you had burned that bridge a while ago as well.

“Right...Namjoon.” You corrected yourself. You managed to get by when his hand shot out and grasped your arm.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He quirked his head to the side. You had to stop yourself from glancing at the door across from your room. Inside was Taehyung. You wonder if he could hear you.

“I just have business to attend to.” You said vaguely.

“A little birdy told me we have a guest.”

You paused, hands suddenly sweating. You kept a straight face, not daring to move.

“Does that birdy have pale skin and wear suits when it’s entirely unnecessary?” You raised an eyebrow. Namjoon laughed, obviously over exaggerated. To an ordinary person, it would feel genuine.

“Perhaps.” He wouldn’t let his cards show.

“I really have to-”

“I heard he’s been..difficult. I could speak to him if you’d like help.”

“That’s really not necessary. I have it handled.” You ripped your arm away from his grasp.

“He’s in there, right?” He tilted his head towards the door across from yours.

“How did you know?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Just a hunch.” The prick then slid to the side and let you pass. “A pleasure to speak to you again, Y/N.”

When he was gone, you huffed and opened your room door. Annoying prick.

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asflksajglsghs;agj thanks for reading! Part 5 soon- and I have big plans. I hope the lack of taehyung isn’t too disappointing here :(

Alrighty see y’all next chapter!

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LIVING ♦ THIRTY-FIVE ♦ HOUSE OF EDEN

KAZIMIR WOJCZIK is the Prime Minister’s current Senior Advisor, referred to by most as simply “Doctor” for his rehabilitation practices, which have raised the House of Eden a formidable army of Undead soldiers, many of whom he personally recruits and trains. As a high-ranking member of the House, Kazimir holds the rare privilege of traveling in and out of Amsterdam on recruitment missions, accompanied by House Resurrectors Julian and Neeve.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: corpses, scapels/needles, implied child abuse, implied suicide

Come here, Lady Wojczikowa said, and waited until her apprentice finally crept closer to her. She put her hand to the small of the young boy's back, perhaps so Kazimir would not move away again. Look, mój drogi, do you see? Unwillingly, Kazimir slid his gaze to the table before them, to what—who—lay upon it. Today, it was a girl, no older than Kazimir himself. Earlier, he'd heard snippets of conversation upstairs, exchanged in murmurs between Lady Wojczikowa and the girl's family. Wolves. Torn to pieces. Nothing salvageable. In the dim, sickly glow of the basement lights, Kazimir had to agree. Lady Wojczikowa, who often studied him while he studied the corpses, made a sound of disapproval. Nie bądź niegrzeczny, she snapped, and Kazimir flinched, half-ashamed and half-afraid. The dead were once just like us. And in time, we all become just like the dead. Now hand me the scapel.

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His keeper, the Lady Wojczikowa, was a skilled mortician and known wariatka; the sort of pale-faced, cadaverous creature one might find dancing barefoot by the Solokiya, or singing nonsensically to the dead, or robbing cradles like a mad witch of night. It was said that Kazimir, her apprentice-son, was one such case—though from which cradle he was taken, not one person in their village could say. He resembled nothing and no one, all milky white skin and almond eyes, but looked as all children of winter did in other ways: too thin, too rough, bearing the sharp, beady features of someone perpetually braced against impact. His keep—two meals a day, a bed in the attic, and one hundred złotys a week—was earned by working with his mother. Sometimes the bodies they carried in were elderly; those who had passed on in their sleep, or found their bodies succumbing at last to a lifetime of cigarettes and bone-aching cold. Other times, it was the battered bodies of wives and daughters, every bruise a violent, haunting sorrow. Worst of all was when it was children: stillborns, urchins who never stood a chance, orphans left to fend again disease and starvation in a village rife with both. Kazimir, under his mother's careful instruction, had become adept in all arts of embalment by sixteen, but could not often separate himself from the very bodies he cut and cleaned, drained and painted with cosmetics. When Lady Wojczikowa showed him how to push a needle in, Kazimir felt the bite of metal under his own skin. Carotid, axillary, brachial, he rehearsed, though he already knew anatomy like intimate clockwork. Femoral, ulnar, radial, tibial.

In youth, Kazimir had been ugly and strange—a knobby, underfed thing with a crow's scavenger gaze and the unsettingly tendency to linger in doorways like a child phantom. But in burgeoning adulthood, he grew into a strong jaw, ebony hair, deep red lips: and in possessing such a harrowing, odd strain of beauty, instilled more fear than love in those who found him desireable. Eventually, Lady Wojczikowa, who so adored the dead it bordered on lunacy, died herself: her waifish body carried down by the icy currents of the Solokiya, a pair of wooden shoes left by the riverbank. No note, no will, no body. It was as if she'd never existed at all. When Kazimir left for school, it was with the intention of never returning. And yet, at Oxford, he had stuck out like a smudge of dark in a kingdom of light: for whatever life it was that so afflicted his university classmates, in all their expensive suits and watches, their ten-year plans and generational wealth and material fantasies, it could not have possibly afflicted Kazimir. He, who shared his house with the dead, who knew exactly what it felt like to cut a human open at his navel, who could think of nothing else when it got late enough: no, he suffered a different sickness. So when the rotbeesten arrived, legions of them cutting a scarlet path westward, and the world descended into madness, Kazimir felt nothing more than a sense of quiet wash over him. A sense that, madness be damned, something made sense at last. The dead, who seemed to terrify all, felt like kin to him instead. Were they so different from the hundreds of bodies he'd bathed and cared for? Had he not brushed their hair, arranged blooms in their caskets, studied them for stretches of hours in a basement in southern Poland? Were they not, in fact, old friends come to say hello once more?

Eventually, though he would not have preferred it, they found him in Warsaw. Agostina, tight-lipped and wan, asking in broken Polish: Thalia mówi że możesz je wyleczyć? Kazimir shrugging: Thalia says a lot of bullshit. Oni mnie lubią. And Nikolaas, handing him the vial of crushed blood lilies, which gleamed like powerdered rubies in the light. Apocalypse had originated from this vial, Kazimir knew. Barberini, van Houten, even little Yamaguchi: blood was smeared on the hands of all three of them. Now, if he agreed, it would be four. Do your best, Doctor, Nikolaas said into the silence. The creature is downstairs. All the world hangs onto your efforts. We certainly do. It was a cheap attempt at flattery, Kazimir thought, but it might've also been true. The dead liked him. Maybe because he smelled a little like them, sweet and chemical and heavy; or maybe because he had always harbored a little death within himself—that dark spark, which spoke of an empyrean wilderness Lady Wojczikowa must have sowed in him. He was a ponury żniwiarz: a harbinger of death as much as a decorator of it. The creature—it—she said her name was Kisara, Agostina said suddenly, and almost sounded sorry. Kazimir pocketed the vial. Take me to Kisara, then, he said.

CONNECTIONS

SASHA – THE GIRL FROM THE MOUNTAIN.  She had come to him in a blaze of light: clear-eyed, sun-skinned, the corner of her pretty mouth pulled permanently into a smirk. Вийди з мого погляду, she'd tease, knowing he couldn't understand her, and shove him hard enough against the Carpathian rock that he'd push away from it with scraped hands. He'd never met anyone so alive. The Solokiya, before it became the place of Lady Wojczikowa's death, was first where Kazimir met her: she, who spoke a different language from him, who refused to give her name, who mocked him endlessly by laughter and touch alone. The river which divided Poland from Ukraine also divided them; so that he only ever saw her once, twice—every occasion something rare and to be treasured. He would carry the sound of her voice in his heart for years after: two children deep in the woods, making baleful faces at one another, too young to act bashful and too stupid to understand it was love. Kazimir never imagined meeting Sasha again, and sometimes, he wishes he hadn't at all. She has grown into unspeakable beauty—but every searching look she sends his way pierces him. For all her prowess and strength, he can sense the ribbon of sorrow that runs through her. Where once she tore through forests with him in ferocious joy, she now only floats, a rootless phantom. Julian may have pulled her from the ice and given her a new life, but Kazimir knows just how much was left behind: a language, a name, a warmth. 

AGOSTINA, NIKOLAAS, & THALIA – FOUR HORSEMEN. The problem with power is, always, that it corrupts. And here were three figures drenched in it, endless and obscene: a politician seated at the apex of her pyramid, a manic doctor gone to raise new hell, and an heiress to crime whose beguiling face concealed something far uglier deep down. Kazimir understands why he has earned a place among these creators and destroyers of history: a gift for fishing the needle of humanity out from the frozen waters of every soul they've brought before him. And yet, he cannot share in any other piece of their ambitions and obsessions—for they play war games and chase divinity, spilling whoever's blood they need to in the red streets of Amsterdam. Kazimir does not. Nonetheless, he will raise them their army, even as he does not crave the way they do. Call it misplaced loyalty, call it sadistic spectating, call his willingness to indulge in their nightmares a bad habit picked up from a lifetime spent listening to the instruction of a madwoman—even Kazimir himself doesn't know what to diagnose his passivity. All the same, he knows the four of them will remain tied to one another no matter their paths, as all gods of the same pantheon are forced to exist within the same mythology. 

JULIAN & NEEVE – HEAVEN AND HELL. To attain salvation, one would need to go through either he or them. This is law. More often than not, the Undead are treated by him, clinically delivered closer and closer to consciousness with every dose of PM-GRNT 197 injected into their bloodstream—but those who display, ah, potential may be offered a second path. Hellish Buchanan and ethereal Bishop: they are the twin overseers of life and death who accompany Kazimir wherever Agostina sends him, burdened with the rarest and most terrible gift of all. Resurrection. The Hague, the ruins of Eastern Europe and Central Asia, islands and mountains, even the occasional gala event Kazimir finds himself forced to attend, all protestations ignored: Julian and Neeve have acted as his second and third shadow through it all, steadfast as Death itself. He would find the constant company annoying, if they weren't so entertaining to observe—one with a heart steeped in ten feet of ice, the other chipping away at it with excrutiating precision. Maybe he's a little fond of them. He tries his best not to show it. 

OPEN ♦ FC: QI JUNKAI