#what holding your breath since the dawn of time does to a mf

[vin-ill]

The Stranger, The King of Night, The Pilgrim Under the Stars

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Love and Brat Taming"

How I imagine the LADS Men brat tame and the type of dom that they are. Artwork @/osk_purinnumee on twitter ‼️ MDNI ‼️ This for the freak nasty mfs in my inbox … I love y’all hope you can lucid dream about this 😘

Zayne

Type: Edging | Voyeurism | Restraints | Temperature play??

Sweet stoic Zayne....Mr. "watch your hands" in public but completely different behind closed doors. Now let's say you decided to spend all afternoon being very handsy. He would warn you multiple times and of course you'd keep going even when he glared at you.

I feel like Zayne is definitely the type to .... watch. He would one thow-wow percent sit you on his lap with your hands tied in front of you and make you play with yourself while he watched.

What did he use to tie your hands? The tie that you kept yanking on all day in public to whisper in his ear.

"Since you can't control your hands I'll control them for you" He would watch you play and squirm on his lap and the minute he sees you're on the brink of climax he'd whisper a stern "Stop." snatching your wrists away, holding them above your head in one hand, making you whine. "Deep breaths ... there you go ... now start again"

He would do this again ... and again ... and again until you're spouting apologies and begging him to let you cum. He's not rough as a matter of fact he's so gentle it almost makes this punishment that much hotter, I mean worse.

Don't forget he's touch starved so while you're playing he's busy having his fun exploring your body stimulating every part of you. He'd go back and forth from just watching you to devouring your neck and pinching your nipples using his evol make them pebble faster and then taking them into his warm mouth.

By the time he lets you cum you're a sweaty puddle of pure bliss. He'd definitely talk you through it and end it with "next time heed when you've been warned"

Now next time he tells you to watch your hands you're torn between wanting this punishment again or wanting the sweet Zayne that gives you what you want without making you beg.

Sir?! Wtf you mean heed when I've been warned I'm acting up on your next day off fym

Rafayel

Type: Sense Deprivation | Overstimulation | Manhandling | Breeding Kink

Raf is the type of tamer who makes sure you can't walk and you're sore as hell the next day. He's merciless. He takes you how he wants you.

For example...

"Will you like me no matter what I become?" You promised. Such an innocent question. No.

You should have read the fine print because you had no idea it included the dominant powerhouse he'd become when you decided to ignore him after you went to bed mad at him and proceeded to ignore him for a full day.

"Don't play with me we don't do that we don't go to bed upset with each other because shit like this happens" He doesn't give more than half of a warning. He gives just one and that's it and its hardly a warning.

Raf doesn't get upset with you often but he's a whole different person when he does. He is definitely the type to blindfold you and tells you to be a good girl and no touching. "Keep your hands above your head"

He'd flip you back and forth between being sprawled out on your back and being flat on your stomach with a pillow tucked under your hips and much more. You're getting fucking rag dolled so hold on tight.

To start he would touch you everywhere except where you wanted most however he still would have you dripping wet and I mean dripping. I imagine once he gets you to that point he's the type to eat you out while making you explain why you decided to ignore him when you know he hates it. He'd edge you a little every time your hands strayed too close.

You would have absolutely no good reason for ignoring him for a whole day on purpose so he'd keep going snatching orgasm after orgasm from you until you're pushing his head away. Big mistake because he said no touching and keep your hands above your head. Be ready to get pounded into the mattress until dawn. For sure the type to fill you up over and over again just to watch it drip out so he can push it back in with his fingers.

"Raf I can't- " he'd cut you off "You can take it ... gimme one more I know you can do it" he would make sure you can't walk the next day so you have to spend the entire day with him to make up for lost time.

I need this man to take a sip of wine and let it flow into my mouth through a kiss and bite my lip after.

Xavier

Type: Edging | Bondage | Spanking | Dacryphilia | Sadism

Alright I know you just read sadism and you wanna jump me now let me explain hold on HOLD ON! Relax! Put the bricks and tomatoes down let me explain. I can feel it in my BONE MARROW that Xavier knows how to perfectly mix pleasure and pain. He's literally likes it rough talking about some "You'll have to do it harder" bro imagine him being able to do it harder to his girl? HES ON THAT ! Man I kinda just wanna yap about him.

He would give you a safe word he would immediately stop if you use it don't worry. He's a calm cool collected Prince that fucks you like you're a slut. He doesn't give you a warning because he knows that you know better.

If you decided to test his patience and be a brat ALL DAY he's throwing you over his lap and spanking your ass until it's red while he's two knuckles deep inside of you and that's not even the main course.

He would tie your hands together (Just like he's threatened multiple times). He would definitely tie them to the headboard and he'd eat you until you're crying from pleasure, but no you're not allowed to cum yet. "You're so pretty like this" as he wipes your tears before going back to nip and bite at your thighs.

He would rag doll you as well untying you and flipping you over into doggy style and just teases you by rubbing his tip against your folds and just slightly pushing in before backing out and continuing his teasing giving your ass solid slaps when you push your hips back at him.

He would edge your soul out of you for hours and he's gonna wake you up a few hours later with his tongue after you fall asleep.

I need Xavier to rag doll me expeditiously.

Sylus

Type: Bondage | Spanking | Dacryphilia | Overstimulation | Breath Play

I know y'all have seen that one picture pose called "Dancing with you" and Sylus has his hand around your throat?????? What are we dancing to???? Are we naked????

Anyway....

Now maybe this is self indulgent but he's definitely using his evol to hold you in whatever position he wants you in. Since you couldn't listen to him we won't listen to you. He's two knuckles deep in you and is making you do all the work. He would have you ride his hand and make you work for it while he has the other wrapped around your throat cutting off your air and right when you cum he'd let go making you see stars.

Did he just make you experience euphoria?? You bet your ass he did.

He's not done with you though don't forget you were a brat throwing a fit in the middle of his meeting and couldn't keep your hands to yourself. He would eat you out till you're in tears "Keep your eyes on me" the second your head fell back in bliss he would stop causing you to snap your head up. "I gave you simple instructions sweetie" When you hit that point where you start trying to run from him he would stand up and tell you to "Keep it wet you know what to do" (Shout out Professor Cal) releasing only one of your hands and leaving to go finish his meeting.

YES! He would definitely tell his business call or whatever to give him a minute and he'd handle you then head back. Once he's done he's coming back and teasing you with his tip with his hand around your throat again. He doesn't mind spending the whole night taming you.

Side note: Sylus hates to see you cry .... unless you're crying from pleasure. "Fuck you're beautiful like this" he'd say and he'd kiss your tears as they run down your cheeks. Something about that dazed-euphoric look in your watery eyes and your wet cheeks gets his Ca-Cawk jumpin'!

I need Sylus to wrap those big ol hands around my throat and tell me "Relax you can take it princess"

[phielows]

“ WHAT THE HELL!” A loud curse can be heard from the living room of the Wayne Manor. Dick who happens to be passing by, heard it.

Dick: Yo? What’s up with you?

Duke: Nothing, it was this stuff that I’m reading. It hasn’t been updated since like idk, early 2010s?

Dick, a nosy man that he is, tries to peek at Duke’s phone. He got a short glimpsed at Duke’s phone and he gasped, eyes twinkling with excitement.

Dick: HOLYSHIT YOU READ ON AO3??

Duke, completely feeling scandalized towards his squealing brother: dUDE TONE YOUR HONK DOWN—wait what did u just say?

Dick: I CANNOT BELIEVE MY EYES, MY LEGACY REALLY DOES A HUGE IMPACT IN THIS FAMILY!

Duke: yOUR WHAT?

Dick, with a massive following on ao3 thanks to his Bruce and Batman centric fanfics(mostly superbat), started it as a coping mechanism when Bruce annoys him at the past but enjoyed it as time goes by: Oh yeah, been reading and writing on ao3 since the dawn of time dude, no need to feel ashamed about it.

Jason, appearing out of the kitchen with a bag of chips on his hands, munching it down: oh yeah, this mf was the root cause of my literary addiction.

Duke: wAIT YOU TOO?

Jason, with 44 bookmarks and atleast 2 orphaned accounts: yeah, been at it since robin days.

Tim, lounging on the couch still tired from looking at his computers way too long: I’m that mf’s beta reader.

Duke: ???????????

Steph, ascending from her room, laptop on her hands, and a ballpen on her lips: TIM CAN YOU PROOF READ THIS?

Tim, not moving from the couch, still laying with his face flat on it and could hardly be heard breathing: wait, lemme catch some sleep.

Cass, on her phone, walking from the front door, giggling as she scrolls through her phone: (signs as she turned her head to look at everyone) hello! (turns to Steph) *signs* do you have any recos for me? I’m about to finish this fic i’m reading.

Steph, beaming with pure enthusiasm and joy: OFC! Yeah wait hold on, lemme look through my bookmarks!

Duke: AM I THE ONLY KNE WHO NEEDS TO BE FILLED IN WITH WHATS HAPPENING HERE?!

Damian, just got back, huffing and is glaring at Jason: SCREW YOU TODD! I JUST FOUND OUT YOU’RE THE ORPHAN ACC WHO DIDN’T FINISHED “CATCH ME I’M FALLING”

Jason: got bored with it kid.

Damian:OH YOU’LL DEFINITELY WISH YOU’RE BACK AT YOUR COFFIN AFTER I PLUNGE MY KATANA AT YOU.

Duke: wAIT YOU WROTE ONE OF THE MOST FAMOUS SUPERBAT FICS IN AO3???WTF?!!

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[ecotone99]

[MF] Mother

After many years of writing poems I finally finished a short story. It might be shit, but it's completed shit!

Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. I hope some of you enjoy it:)

The fog lay thick and cold as usual. It looked like the trees would soon die from suffocating, but Irben knew nothing would happen. Nothing ever happened here except for the daily work tending the gardens, repairing broken things and most importantly of all, pray to Mother and for the safe journey of the chosen one. The village consisted of six buildings in total. Four for housing, one for storing different vegetables and grains and one temple made for the great Mother of all. Irben walked slowly into the temple for morning prayers, the cold air pressing against his pale skin. He threw one last glance towards the blanket of fog hugging the trees of the eternal forest that surrounded them all.

He sat down, crossed his legs and before closing his eyes he looked upon the wooden statue depicting some kind of human he had never seen before. I haven’t seen anyone with a chest like that in my entire life, he thought to himself. Whenever he asked one of the older men, they all stared blankly back at him and repeated the same phrase; “Mother is not like us.”

Even though the village was unusually cold this time of year, the temple was always warm. It was lit up by two braziers made of stone and metal, and the shadows danced upon the wall. An old and frail man emerged from a room behind the statue before falling to his knees. He held his hands up clasped together and started humming. He continued like this for a full minute before he stood up, looked over the congregation and said slowly with a voice so dusty and deep it almost didn’t sound entirely human, “We join each other in prayer today and who shall we pray to today my brothers?” Everyone chimed in in unison, “Mother. We pray to the great Mother of all.”

The Elder Smiled before suppressing a cough. Irben was considering how the Elder looked. He seemed to have aged forty years since last week, bags growing under his eyes, the thin body rich with blue veins sagging even further down than usual. He looked like a man waiting upon death and he remembered that someone had told him that the death of the Elder usually coincided with the leaving of the Chosen. The Elder continued. “Last night, I was visited by Mother in a dream. She brought me to a great green field, covered with red flowers. In the middle of a field stood a tree and from that tree honey flowed like a never ending river. She told me to taste of the sweet nectar of the gods and that it would bring clarity to me when finding the next Chosen. She reminded me of our sins but that our efforts were not in vain. We are closer to redemption than ever before my brethren.” The back of the hair in everybody’s neck stood up, gooseflesh forming and everyone felt the energy of the room change in a heartbeat. He coughed again, more violently this time. “Of all the young ones,” he said looking over the dozen teenagers that sat gazing at him with giant eyes. “The one chosen by Mother will wake up tomorrow with a seed under his tongue. He will taste the nectar and his eyes shall glow bright even in the darkest of places.” They continued praying for healthy lives, for their crops and most of all for the eternal fog to lift. Some had gone into the fog driven by madness or despair. None had ever returned.

Later that day Irben was talking to one of his friends, Stutka. Stutka was as every other man in the village thin, with gusty skin and pale blue eyes. They were sitting down relaxing for a bit before continuing harvesting the potatoes. Irben looked at Stutka and smiled. “So, who do you think will be the chosen?” Stutka’s smile vanished in an instant. He looked long into Irben’s eyes before looking away. “I don’t like to think about it to be honest. One of the older guys said that no chosen had ever returned, just like everyone else who goes into the fog. I don’t want to die here of old age, but I have heard stories of monsters in the forest. Horrible things with teeth like knives and claws that could skewer a cow.” Irben looked mostly confused, but he could feel the terror wash over him like a great wave. He composed himself, locking away the bad thoughts and images popping up in his mind. He smiled awkwardly and said, “Monsters? Who have you been talking to? Old man Greg perhaps? He’s full of shit and you know it!” He put a hand on Stutka’s shoulder. “People who aren’t chosen will be lost in the fog, so unless you wake up tomorrow with a seed under your tongue, just stick with digging up these potatoes.” Stutka looked back at him, narrow eyes and his lips pressed together, before continuing with his work.

There were no animals in the village except for the one cow. It was taken care for with the utmost love and respect due to the fact that this was no ordinary cow. This cow was a gift from Mother to her Chosen. Tomorrow, when the Chosen would be revealed, the cow would be slaughtered and the Chosen would eat the entire cow over the summer. In the fall, he would be stronger, wiser and ready to go into the fog because in the flesh of the cow was the wisdom of Mother. Even though no one had ever returned from the fog, the consensus was that they were still punished for either their sins or sinful thoughts. No one knew exactly how many had wandered into the fog, Chosen or not. When the younger men asked the Elder, he told them about a great kingdom that once existed in and around these lands. It was in this kingdom a great king stood before his people and declared that no one were mightier than he, not even God himself. As punishment a great fog swept in from the heavens, killing everyone except for the true believers. But the true believers were still being punished by being confined to this tiny village in the middle of a forest lost to time and thought. Only the true Chosen would save them and bring back the light of God.

The rest of the day went by quickly as it usually does when one is encumbered with work. As his body ached and his mind wandered, Irben soon found the gentle comfort of sleep.

Irben woke up right before dawn. The others were snoring loudly, shifting in their Spartan beds while some talked in their sleep. He usually woke up slowly and it took quite the effort to actually get out of bed but today he sat up so fast he thought he would break his neck. Irben was confused with the taste in his mouth as he had never had anything but vegetables and porridge. It was almost nauseating, but somehow deeply comforting. He moved his tongue around and felt a tiny seed under it. He quickly took it out, put on his clothes and ran for the temple. In his excitement he managed to step right on someone’s head but oddly enough this didn’t wake him.

When he entered the temple he noticed that he could see the statue clearly even though it was completely dark. He walked slowly towards it, revering both the craftsmanship but also the weird shape of its body. Where his chest was flat, the statue had curves and shapes never seen on anyone in the village. The hair was long and reached just above the buttocks. Irben stood there glaring both confused and excited when the Elder came walking in. He had to use a cane to support himself, but when he saw Irben’s eyes it fell to the ground with him following suit. The sound of the cane hitting the ground startled Irben, but as the Elder started praising him and repeating the phrase, “Mother is one, Mother is all, Mother has Chosen and before me is the Chosen,” he quickly became frightened. He wanted to run, but stood frozen as the Elder started speaking louder and louder almost screaming when the others came rushing in. Some had axes and hoes ready, but they lowered their weapons when they saw what was in front of them.

“They are glowing! Look, his eyes are glowing! He is the chosen. He is the chosen. He is the chosen.” They all kneeled down, praying under their breath, nobody looking at Irben anymore except for the Elder who now was coughing violently. He ran outside to the water barrel and looked upon his reflection. True enough, his eyes glowed brighter even though the blue in his eyes had darkened and deepened in color. He didn’t feel any different, but he knew that once summer had gone by he was going into the fog. The thought both terrified and excited him at the same time. For fifteen summers, nothing had happened. Old conversations repeated themselves, work had to be done and someone had to be buried. Even if he never returned, at least he would know. He would finally know what lies in the fog.

Everyone gathered around a small hole that was dug after the great revelation of the Chosen. They all stood looking at Irben and the Elder who now looked as old as time itself. “In his hands he holds the gift from Mother. In his eyes shines the light of the heavens. In his heart he holds the path of redemption and with this seed he shall bring light to us all.” He barely managed to speak, but his eyes were lit up and Irben could see the fire raging within them. Irben shifted awkwardly. He was not used to being stared at by anyone and when everyone’s eyes were upon him he felt a shiver going down his spine. “I do not know why I am the chosen. I have done no great feat, I am not a great builder or mender and I know only one thing for sure. I will plant this seed, this great gift and I shall walk into the fog when the first leaf falls.” He spoke clearly and slowly even though his nerves tried their best to frazzle him. The Elder watered the ground and shoveled dirt over the seed. “Now, you are no longer Irben. You are now Chosen,” and as he uttered these words, he fell to the ground dead.

As the summer went, Irben was not allowed to do anything except care for the tree that was now growing incredibly quickly and eating the slaughtered cow until it was no more left. At first he almost threw up as he had never eaten meat, but he quickly became accustomed to it and every day he would wake up ravished. As summer passed and fall came lurking, the tree now bore fruit. Even though they had no idea what it was, we would know instantly that these were apples. They shone in bright green and tasted of sweet honey. No one except Irben dared to eat of the fruit. At least not before he had gone into the fog, maybe then it would be safe to accept this as gift not only for the chosen but for everyone.

The new Elder, a man who looked sixty five but told everyone that he had endured thirty five summers so far, clothed Irben in a white robe, handed him a satchel which was filled with the apples from the tree. They stood on the edge of the fog, the whole village chanting his name over and over again. Irben looked into the pale blue eyes of the Elder. They were shifting back and forth nervously. The Elder said in a low voice, “even if you do not return, I believe that we have gotten closer to salvation. The gift of the tree is new and I believe it to be a good omen. Now, walk your path and stay true. Mother be with you.” Irben repeated the last part and disappeared into the fog.

He walked for what seemed like days, but he never once felt tired. He ate some of the apples and their amazingly sweet taste overpowered his taste buds. He could feel his entire body shake with delight as he wandered on. He saw clearly even though the fog was thick as a blanket around him. He saw how the trees almost lined up as to create a path for him. He had the feeling he was lead on by a force so strong not even his free mind could do anything to prevent it. He thought to himself that if God had chosen him out of all, he should let God lead the way. How is it that I am the one both lost and not lost in the fog? I have seen others pray longer and harder, devote themselves more daily to Mother and the all-knowing God in the heavens. I do not deserve this. His mind wandered as he walked. He didn’t notice the creature watching him from afar. He sat down, looked up towards the skies and prayed for both himself and everyone in the village.

Suddenly, as he looked down opening his eyes, he saw about a hundred yards away the outline of person standing by a huge rock. He heard the low sound of a river and the air around him felt both thick and light at the same time. He quickly hid behind one of the bigger trees and peered out carefully. He saw this creature that appeared to be completely naked. Maybe it’s some kind of test he thought to himself. He allowed himself to peek out a bit more and when he did a voice beckoned in his head. “Come closer, Chosen one. I will do you no harm.” He felt a warm sensation running through his body and without knowing it he was suddenly in front of this other form of life which he had never seen in flesh. It looked exactly like the statue in the temple but at the same time completely different. The river was crimson in color and the water was warm to the touch.

In front of him stood a tall woman, her skin as white as milk, her hair auburn red, with ample breasts and curves that both confused and excited the boy in front of her. He swallowed nervously and after some time and effort managed to speak. “A-a-ar-are you Mother?” His stutter made her laugh and to a boy who had only heard men’s laughter in his life thought that it was the sound of angels singing. “Yes my chosen. I am Mother. I am the Mother of you and everything living in this world.” Irben looked at her smooth skin, hairless and glowing. Her eyes shone as blue sapphires and her smile made his heart beat faster. He could feel his groin flushing with heat as blood poured downwards. He had never experienced anything like it and when she touched his face he started sweating and at once he could feel his member becoming hard. Mother laughed, smiling and told him not to worry. She would take great care of him.

His clothes came off and she guided his hand between her legs. His body trembled as he laid his hands upon her and he felt so warm he expected steam to rise off his body. She was softer than anything he had ever touched, warmer than the summer sun and beautiful like none other. They lay down in the cool grass and with her guidance they made love for hours and hours on end. Her body enveloped him and as they both were on the brink of orgasm Irben closed his eyes, never wanting to leave the comfort of Mother, never wanting to see anything except her perfect form. He wanted his mind to keep this image of her forever and not leave him until the day he died. He felt a strange feeling in his loins and he panicked for a second before her voice calmed her saying “let go my love. Let go and be free.

As he came, he opened his eyes and what he saw terrified him. Her eyes had changed color to a deep crimson, her teeth were now giant fangs and her skin turned black as giant hairs grew from her body. He felt claws penetrate his skin and he cried out in pain. His cries went far into the forest, but no one answered. He felt himself growing weak and sleepy while the ever changing creature continued to pierce his flesh. He heard tendons snapping, bones cracking and flesh being ripped apart. New and strange limbs were emerging from her now rough and leathery black skin. As death approached him the creature spoke with the same voice as before. It still sounded like angels singing, but Irben knew that this was no creature of the light. He had been tricked, allowing himself to sin and this was his punishment. He thought that other Chosen before him had maybe suffered the same fate as him or perhaps they managed to steer clear. He cried soundlessly, tears falling down his bloody cheeks.

“So it continues. The cycle of suffering is never-ending and the wicked shall hold no place in heaven. I am your punishment; I am the bringer and ender of life. I am eternal as your suffering is eternal. You will be reborn, my son, but of this you will have no memory. You will slave away for fifteen years to either find yourself as chosen or not. If you are not, then you will waste away like the others until death finally takes you. You will be held in the flames until you are born again.” Her laugh now shook him like thunder and he felt the enormous pain as his limbs were torn apart from his body. She ate him slowly, limb for limb, sucking out the marrow in his bones while smiling dreadfully at his head lying on the ground. He felt it all, every part of him being devoured by this horrific monster.

After ingesting his entire body, she licked her lips and lied down. She could already feel the offspring that he had given her. She felt the kicking and screaming of two dozen banished souls growing within her knowing what was in store for them. Knowing that they would all forget once they were ripped out form her terrible womb.

With surprising ease and with little effort she gave birth to two dozen babies and a fully grown cow. They were all asleep comfortably unaware of the atrocity that had happened only hours before. Irben’s blood was still hot on the ground, steam rising off the grass. She carefully laid the babies in woven baskets and attached them to the cow. She smiled and looked the cow in the eye. “Now my dear… You know what do to and where to go.” The cow ventured into the forest heading for the village of the damned.

As she lay down she laughed horribly thinking of the torment she had inflicted, the pain and the sound of the Chosen’s soul screaming into the night. Lying down she soon fell asleep, dreaming of endless worlds and infinite torture.

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