#RE: SPECIFY MUSE.

[austerulous]

It’s that time of year again. Click that ♡ for me to pop into your inbox with something festive.

[modeltyped]

so the only things in my drafts are a post where i’m trying to come up with tags for my ships, and then two gifs that give off tr.ustin (+ale.justin) vibes so LIKE FOR A STARTER.

[yoonia]

In Motion (M) | 11

➬ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

➬ Pairings | Jungkook x reader (with POV switches)

➬ Genre | Masturbation Club!au, Sex Club!au, mature, smut

➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; includes explicit mature/sexual scene, public nudity, public sex, public display of sexual exploitation, dom/sub act/relationship, sexual tension, mutual masturbation, fingering (female receiving), usage of sex toys, public display of bondage, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol consumption (minor), hand job (solo), female x female action, hair pulling, breast play, clamps (nipple clamp, clitoris clamp), pain kink, clit play, nipple play, dry humping, clothed fingering, dirty talk, ear biting, neck kissing, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm delay, sexual stimulation, sensory play, cum play, cum eating, aftercare

➬ Word count | 13,5k words

➬ Chapter List/Index | Music Playlist | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter ⇢

➬ Main Masterlist

➬ Author’s note | And we’re back, after a thousand years of absence. Forgive me for taking so long to get back into this series. My muse has been silent, and I had to wait until he returns to me to be able to finish this story. We’re finally at the final chapters, so I really hope that I can make the long wait worthwhile. Please note that this chapter is roughly edited, but I might return to it once I’m done with the entire series. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy!

𝕮𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝕷𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖊

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐋𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞.”

Please follow the rules specified below:

1. You must confirm the RSVP and send it back within 3 days prior to the arranged date. Please remember that any late submissions will not be accepted.

2. Once your RSVP is received and acknowledged, the Club’s Representative will send you the address of the pick-up point before we will escort you to the designated place where the main event is to be held.

3. Upon arrival, the attending party will return the form sent together with the RSVP invitation and will be required to undergo further identification check before being permitted to enter the main event. The preference checklist will contribute further in order to determine any security measures for individuals attending the event.

4. The event will be a non-formal all-black attire. To further maintain anonymity, it is highly advised for the attending party to make use of the mask sent along with the invitation. Each attendee will receive specially made masks as part of identification needed for the Club’s security check.

5. Any form of open conversation are forbidden once the attendee party have arrived within the main lounge. Any mutual arrangements—including partner appointments and group arrangements—may only occur upon re-registration and only in the specially provided rooms. Attendees are welcome to observe any ongoing public sessions but are not allowed to interfere. Physical contact will only be permitted between partners or special arrangements under the staff’s approval. Any violation of the rules will result in members being escorted out and your name will be added to our blacklist.

6. Any other mutual arrangements that may occur after the event will no longer be our concern.

—You—

The La Rouge mansion continues to thrive as the night carries on.

A seductive tune continues to play from every corner of the room. The smooth melody keeps flowing across the main ballroom like an alluring enchantment, guiding you through the motion. It doesn’t sound loud enough to match a scene from a nightclub and barely enough to drown the conspicuous sounds being created in the room, but it is still enough to help set up the entire pace and the mood of the event.

The low bass thump of the music vibrates through the space around you, somehow matching the slow thrums of your heartbeat that are coming from the mixture of anticipation and excitement. It also reminds you of the way your heartbeat would thrum rapidly every time you are with Jungkook, and how it would even grow more intense when he touches you.

Just like the way it is happening now, when you can feel the light touch of Jungkook’s fingers on the small of your back as he guides you through the room, moving slowly past the floor where the shared acts of debauchery are happening in full display. Everywhere you look, it almost seems like everyone in the room is moving in tune. Their motions flow together in a similar sultry rhythm. The sounds of soft moans and delighted groans are blending together with the slow beat of the music, making it seem like everyone is coming together as one.

The room doesn’t seem to be fully packed with guests, but it is still quite obvious that more attendees have been coming in while you and Jungkook were having an insightful conversation with Taehyung back at the drinking lounge.

The entire place has certainly come alive as everyone has started to let loose, succumbing to every need and every true desire. The masks they all wear might able to hide their faces, but they have all unmasked themselves to reveal the darkest part of their inner being and let everything out in the open for everyone to see. It is plain to see that all inhibitions are lost. Not a single stage in sight is left unoccupied. Even the ones that you had seen vacant from any performer or void of spectators before have now become the ones that are gathering more attention, with masked members indulging in various risqué acts while taking their places in the spotlight.

You may have had a preview before when you first arrived in this ballroom, to have glimpses of what was happening on those stages, but only now do you finally take the chance to get a closer look, finally paying attention to the scenes occurring around you and all the contraptions that are available for the attendees to use in their acts.

There is an eccentric-looking cross on one stage, while some others are fitted with wooden or leather-covered benches as their centerpieces. On others, there are some fancy-looking loveseats with soft cushions and high-back seats, and there are even a couple of stages with small beds to use under the applied rules. A few smaller stages have either various ropes dangling from above or metal poles standing as their centerpieces, with a couple of dancers utilising the latter to give special entertainment to the spectators who are not there to play or those who want something different to enjoy.

Your eyes find the stage with the throne that had caught your attention earlier. It seems that a different woman is using it now while the luscious woman that you saw previously is no longer in sight. Judging from the golden mask that this woman is wearing and the fancy rose embroideries embellished on either side of her mask, you can safely assume that she is another official member of the club and not just an invited guest for tonight’s special event. Your eyes drift down, noticing that her bare breasts are fully on display with the top of her dress lowered down to rest right beneath them. The way they are propped perfectly over the crumpled fabric of her dress makes them rock and shake as she moves her hips over the seat of the armchair. Moving your gaze lower to watch her act more closely, your breath nearly halts at what you are seeing.

With her legs spread open and the hem of her silky dress hiked up all the way up her hips, you have a clear view of her bare pussy, and how her slick folds are parted as she continues fucking a replica of a phallus, just like what the other woman that you had seen earlier was doing on that very same stage.

To your relief and astonishment, you soon notice that the phallus that was once attached onto the seat has been replaced with a new one. The fake cock impaling her now is glaring red and seems even bigger compared to the one that was used earlier, which makes it even more visible as the masked woman moves her body up and down, allowing the fake cock to slide in and out of her pussy, its length glistens under the dim light with her arousal. Her entire body rocks each time she takes the whole length inside her, and you can almost hear the sounds coming out of her parted lips when waves and waves of pleasure take over her.

This time, she is not the only one occupying the stage, as a man is seen standing right beside the armchair, facing her. Your eyes grow wide once you notice that he is wearing a matching mask to the woman, a golden mask with intricate detail of a pair of roses embroidered on each of its sides, signifying that they are here together as partners—much like you and Jungkook are.

As the woman becomes so lost in her desire, the man is there to support her. You may not be able to see his face, with his mask perfectly shielding his identity and only leaving his mousy hair exposed, yet you can see the rest of him as he barely covers everything else about himself that most definitely has caught the attention of numerous other women around you. Wearing only a pair of tight leather pants that are now barely hanging around his hips, he has left his bare chest and back exposed, while the muscles on his strong arms keep flexing and straining as he uses one hand to stroke his fat cock in a pace that matches his partner’s rocking hips, while he has a tight grip of her hair in his other hand, forcing her to keep her head held up high and her eyes looking hazily forward, facing their audience without shame as she submits to her pleasure.

Being completely entranced at the sight before you, you barely notice Jungkook’s presence until he presses his fingers harder into the small of your back, reminding you of your own partner. He slows down beside you once he notices what exactly has you so fixated that you are beginning to halt in your steps, and you can feel the tips of his fingers moving up and down at a gentle pace on your waist, a silent way that he does to grab your attention. Looking away from the scene, you find Jungkook’s eyes growing dark and intense, his gaze emits hunger that seems to intensify just by looking at your face. Whatever he is seeing from your reaction to the scene seems to be awakening something inside him. It encourages him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close, pressing you against his side and enveloping you with his heat in a possessive way that has your heartbeat racing and your body heat escalating rapidly.

Out here in the main ballroom and merely a few feet away from the open drinking lounge, neither of you is allowed to converse publicly, even with each other. Yet you find that there are really no words needed for you to know what is going inside his head, just as much as he seems to know what is happening inside yours. You can feel it in his touch, and you can see it in his gaze. His eyes simply glow darkly from beneath his mask as he keeps looking down at your face. With a smile and a tilt of his head, he urges you to look back at the stage, and you turn just in time to catch it just as the scene reaches its peak.

Succumbing to her climax, the masked woman wails in pleasure. Her entire body seems to rock violently as she pushes down one last time, taking the entire length of the phallus inside her which pushes her straight to the edge. With her release, the man also comes to his end. Ropes of white cum erupt from his massive-sized cock, falling all over his partner’s breasts, face, and even hair.

On this floor, and on those stages, only limited body contacts are allowed during the event, unless special arrangements have been set in place between the members or partners involved. The same goes for the private rooms, according to the rules stated in your invitation, though there will be different rules applied for the exclusive members with access to those rooms, which fills you with more excitement, curious to see what other sexual exploit that the club has to offer.

Still, even without watching the pair performing any public sexual intercourse, the sight of them embracing their desire and release at the same time is already enough to get your body burning with clear desire, that you almost have to cling onto Jungkook as you watch the rest of their interaction on stage. Then, something seems to coil inside your stomach, a new feeling of warmth that mixes in with your desire when you watch the way the pair of lovers are looking at each other in the aftermath of their lewd act. Their gazes seem to share a deep secret while they pay no attention to the crowd around them. There is something else in their eyes as they exchange looks, something deeper and yet tender at the same time, and it seems to escalate as the man releases his tight grip on her hair and starts caressing her gently, as he wordlessly soothes his lover from her blissful high.

For a moment, you had thought that the connection they are displaying would put an end to their act, until you see the woman lifting her trembling fingers from the chair’s armrests and starts running them across her body, picking up the mess from her skin with the tip of her fingers before licking them all clean, never once looking away from her lover. It feels so intimate, so intense, and you can tell that her sly act is once again affecting her partner whose chest continues to rise and fall. Watching this, you begin to want the same, to experience the same connection with the man who is slowly pulling you back to him with his gentle, yet tantalising touch on the curve of your waist.

Without a word, Jungkook gently pulls you away from the scene. It takes some effort for you to get out of the fog that you have found yourself drowning in that you simply start clinging onto him further as he begins to guide you both to move across the room, to take the chance to enjoy other lewd scenes that are transpiring. Your mind is still hazy with the need to find relief as you walk past a couple of more stages, all filled with masked guests showing lewd scenes of sharing their desires and chasing their orgasms, either doing it solo or with partners, some even in small groups. But everything seems like a blur when your mind is still rallying from the last act that you had just witnessed.

Knowing this, Jungkook takes you by the hand to lead you away from the main ballroom and deeper into the mansion. The music continues to follow you as he guides you towards the hallway appearing on the other end of the room, though the resounding expressions of pleasure slowly fade with the more distance you put between you and the open stages, allowing you to take a deep breath and find a sense of calmness.

Unlike the other hallways that you have come across earlier, the room you are walking into appears more spacey, though it does take quite a while for you to reach the end where Jungkook pulls you to a stop. The path doesn’t seem to end there, however, as the long tunnel splits into two different directions from here. Just when you are wondering where to go, your eyes fall on a golden plaque which is placed on the wall in front of you.

Jungkook takes you to move and take a look closer at it. You can see clearly now that the plaque is made up of two arrows pointing at opposite sides of each other. Seeing the markings on each arrow, you can tell that the plaque is supposed to act as a signage to inform you where to go. The arrow pointing to your right is marked with an intricate drawing of a pair of eyes, with one of them wide open and the other drawn to appear closed shut as if to wink at its spectator. According to the information that you found in the invitation, this specific sign had meant to represent the act of voyeurism, one of the major themes for tonight’s event. The other arrow pointing to the left hallway is marked with an intricate drawing of a female hand, its delicate fingers are drawn as if to summon someone closer, the sign which represents the mutual masturbation theme that the event is holding, the other section of the club in which you and Jungkook had been a part of.

A gasp slips out of you when you feel Jungkook’s thumb moving in circles at the small of your back, and you turn to catch him looking down on you, his eyes filled with question. Once again, he is giving you the control to make the decision, for you to make the choice that will set the course of the night for the two of you. Giving him a smile, you recall telling him earlier that you had wanted to experience everything tonight. So just as he tilts his head, questioning you silently about what you want to do next, you gently pull his hand with you and turn your gaze to your right, indirectly pointing towards where you want to go.

A soft chuckle is heard from him. There is no doubt that your choice has amused him, even if he doesn’t seem too surprised by it. With his gentle hold on your hand, Jungkook guides you with him towards the right hallway, ready to join you in the new adventure that you are about to embark on.

The trip through the smaller hallway doesn’t take as long as the one that had led you here from the main ballroom. Deep down, you know that you have gone far deep into the mansion, making you wonder just how many other hallways such as this one that you can find inside this building, how many different rooms that they could lead you to, and how many other secrets that you may unfold if you ever have the chance to venture through each one.

After the short walk that is quiet yet filled with deep anticipation, you are met with a smaller version of the receptionist desk that you saw when you first arrived, placed a few feet away from the end of the hallway. Right on the wall behind it, you can see a pair of glass doors standing tall from the floor to the high ceiling above. Both doors appear to have the same intricate design on them as the one you saw downstairs in the main lobby. The doors are slightly smaller, but seeing them makes you think of them as the twin gateways opening to another realm, knowing that there would be a completely different setting waiting for you on the other side.

Standing behind the small counter is a male usher attending the section all by himself. Just like the other staff members that you have met, the man is wearing a mask covering half of his face. But unlike the others who had dressed formally for the event, the man only has his uniform vest covering his bare chest, without a sight of the buttoned-up shirt that the other ushers and attendants have been seen using.

The masked usher immediately looks up just as you and Jungkook walk closer, showing you his smile as he welcomes your arrival. “Good evening,” he greets you with a gentle voice, though it does sound a bit startling to hear him speak after having been silent for quite a while. “May I have a look at your invitation cards?”

Jungkook throws a quick glance at you before pulling out the invitation cards from the inner pockets of his suit. He says nothing as he hands the cards to the usher, who immediately runs them on the device he has on the counter. He finishes not too long after with a smile on his face and hands the cards back to Jungkook. He then proceeds in giving you both the instructions needed for this section.

“You have been confirmed to have access to the rooms of your choice anywhere within the mansion while the event is ongoing. This area will lead you to the Viewing Room. You can find the information about the room and all the detailed instructions that you are required to follow once you reach the doors behind me. Take your time to study the written rules that we have provided for you before going further. You are free to choose whichever room you are interested to visit and enjoy. As you continue, please remember to not interrupt the ongoing sessions.”

Not knowing if you are allowed to speak in return, you simply smile and nod at him to let him know that you understand his instructions. The usher proceeds with his duty, as he starts pressing a few buttons on his device which seems to unlock the doors behind him before he gestures for you to move along.

You follow Jungkook’s lead to walk closer towards the fancy doors. His gentle grip on your hand becomes the anchor that allows you to continue walking despite feeling as if you are floating above the ground, still stuck in the somewhat dreamy state that you have been in after experiencing the soiree in the ballroom. Once you are close enough, you find another golden plaque placed between the twin doors with texts inscribed on its surface, and you realise that this must be what the usher had meant about the rules that you would need to learn before entering.

Right at the top of the plaque is the name of the rooms that you are about to enter.

The Viewing Room.

The information written right beneath the cursive writing nearly trips your already heightened sense. Your imagination begins to run wild as your mind is suddenly open to all the possibilities that may happen beyond these walls.

Behind these doors are the private rooms which have been specifically set for this section, just like perhaps many others located in different corners of the mansion that you have yet to find which may also have different functions. Just as stated by the usher and the booklet that was sent to you by the club, only guests with special privileges may have access to them, something that both you and Jungkook had gained from the invitations you received from Jungkook’s sponsor.

Each of these doors is going to lead you to different sides of the room, each one with different purposes, yet it is mentioned that both rooms will still be connected directly to each other to serve their purpose. Looking over to the doors, you finally notice the different ornament designs that appear on the stained glass art, seemingly used to differentiate each room.

The door to your left is marked with a drawing of an opened eye, looking out from the top center of the glass door. The instruction tells you that this door would lead you to the room which would allow the attendees to watch an ongoing scene.

The door to your right is marked with a drawing of a closed eyelid, a complete opposite of the other one. This door is said to lead you towards the room that has been provided for the attendees to have their private sessions. Except that they wouldn’t be as private as what they may seem, as their actions would be available for the other attendees in the opposite room to watch and enjoy, though the players may not be able to look the other way towards the audience unless they are allowing it upon entering the room.

Before you can even start pondering about your options, Jungkook leans in, and you feel his warm breath falling on the nape of your neck when he slyly whispers, “To watch, or to act? Your choice.”

His question gives you some kind of reassurance. The fact that he always respects your decisions and he continues to consider your choices, putting your comfort and interest first in something that you are sharing and enjoying together has meant a lot to you. Though having his support still doesn’t necessarily mean that it would make it easy for you to make the decision.

Voyeurism, you wonder to yourself as your heartbeat starts to pick up, feeling as if you are dreaming. It had already intrigued you the first time you heard about this ‘sexual forte’ becoming a part of tonight’s event, though you hadn’t thought of actually getting involved in it when you first decided to come tonight. Not until earlier when the option was being laid out in front of you to take.

You may have had experiences in performing for others before, back when you allowed other club members to watch you pleasure yourself during the masturbation club sessions the couple of times you were there. But you have always been able to see your audience, to share the same space and get involved in it together, and you had always been able to see their reaction while you were indulging in the act filled with carnal desire.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see the other side while exposing yourself is undoubtedly the part that intrigues you the most, but it is also the part of this theme which scares you the most. You wonder if you are ready for that kind of thrill, should you choose to perform with Jungkook. The pulses of desire that you have been feeling are still present, even if it is slowly starting to subside in the moment of clarity, but you aren’t quite sure that finding relief with a lot of strangers or an entire room of intrigued audience deliberately watching you would be the right choice.

The decision to make isn’t one that you can take lightly. This is your first night of joining these events, after all, and this would be the first time that you are sharing such an intimate moment with a partner instead of going through it on your own.

A new rule has also been added to this section, as unlike in the other areas within the mansion, the players and the audiences are allowed to go a bit further. More direct physical contact and direct communication are allowed within the showing room while the audiences in the other room are free to make contact with their partners, though the limitations of direct communication still apply, and nothing more than the minimal contact that the club allows is permitted between the audience.

Even with the leniency added within this section, the rules strictly state that no sexual penetration is allowed. And it appears that not only is this rule applied in the showing room, but it is implemented in any area within the mansion that is available for the guests as long as tonight’s event is still ongoing.

Despite it all, this only means that anything could still happen beyond these doors. Even with the limitations, the possibility still seems endless. The only thing left to consider is how far are you willing to go, and where would you draw your limit while you are here, experiencing everything that the club has to offer.

Skimming through the rules one more time and reading the details of the rooms that you are about to enter, you picture yourself becoming a part of both options, trying to see which one of them that you could indulge in without feeling uncomfortable at all. After going through the soiree in the main ballroom, there is a need within you that is begging to be fulfilled and a dark desire that is asking to be unleashed, and your curiosity is allowing you to try anything that may help you find release.

But how much are you willing to share with the club tonight, knowing how different the scale of tonight’s event is compared to the sessions you have been in?

There is a sense of insecurity about exposing the intimate part of yourself after taking one too many steps further with Jungkook during your own personal time. You have been sharing those nights and the experiences privately with Jungkook without any audience around you for the past few months. Suddenly, going from those nights to sharing it with unseen strangers feels like a huge leap. But you still want to experience everything you possibly could, to get a closer look at what the club is all about and find out how you and Jungkook would fit with them.

Just like what you had promised him.

“I want to watch,” you whisper softly to him once you’ve made your decision, looking into his eyes to make sure that he can hear you perfectly through the muted music coming from the other rooms around you, while silently hoping that the usher wouldn’t be listening in. “I want to see what is happening in there before jumping into the main attraction myself.”

Jungkook smiles, and you can immediately tell that he wants exactly the same thing. The glimpse of relief that you briefly catch on from his gaze makes you think that he was secretly hoping to hear those words from you too. With his hand returning to your waist, he guides you towards the door on the left, where the drawing of the single eye looking back at you welcomes your arrival. He still has his hold on you as he opens the door, revealing a small foyer right on the other side, where a standing wall partition is placed as a barrier between you and the rest of the room. You are relieved to have that barrier shielding your entry, instead of having other guests and complete strangers noticing you as you come to join them.

Though perhaps the music that is blasting through the room would have covered your entrance just enough. The loud music that welcomes you upon entry catches you by surprise, as it is completely in contrast to what was going on right outside where every other sound was muted, but you adjust to it immediately as you walk past the partition and further into the room.

The room is kept in the dark, but you manage to see through it once you walk inside. Past the barrier, you find a small lounge with multiple semi-circle loveseats and high-back armchairs placed around the room, each seat is set apart from one another, all facing the glass wall standing on your right. With their shapes and the way they are placed in the room, each seat earns its own personal space, shielding the occupants from other guests or staff walking through the entrance foyer and from each other. Aside from the cozy seating sets, there are a few sets of standing tables placed near the wall at the far back, though there is no sight of high stool chairs to accompany them.

It takes a moment before your eyes are completely adjusted to the darker room inside to see more, and only then do you finally notice that a couple of the loveseats have been occupied, while there are a few masked attendees standing in the corners and behind the standing tables, mostly in pairs, all with their eyes facing the opposite side of the room which seems to have drawn their entire focus.

The beat of the music playing from the speakers drowns the sounds coming from around you that you nearly miss what is happening. But then Jungkook leads you to one of the empty standing tables in a dark corner and positions you in front of him, allowing you to get a clear view of the other side of the room where the glass wall is situated.

Right on the other side of the clear glass, you can see what seems to be the room behind the other door that you saw earlier. Despite being illuminated with nothing more but dim lighting, the space behind the glass appears slightly brighter than the room you are in, allowing you to see everything clearly.

Taking your time to look closer into that room, you can see that the space is separated into two different sections, differentiated by the furniture items that are set across from each other. On one side, there is a long loveseat that is wide enough to act like a sofa bed. The loveseat has been left unoccupied, yet your eyes are soon drawn towards the long table and shelves which are placed around it. Even from here, you can still see the various objects that the shelves and long table contain, things that you can identify as toys, sex tools, and other supplies that might be useful for a special playtime.

A sharp cry grabs your attention, pushing you to turn and look at the other side of the room. Unlike the nearly cozy-looking playroom across from it, this section of the room has a metal pole standing from floor to ceiling, much similar to the ones you saw on the stages earlier where multiple dancers were performing gracefully. Your body has been boiling with pure need even before you got here, so you quickly feel it rising intensely once again when you finally get a clear view of the scene that is unfolding right before your eyes.

Standing with her arms bound against the pole behind her back is a woman wearing a black and golden mask. Despite its colour, the mask seems a bit more simple, without any sight of ornaments or embroidered decorations on its sides the way you saw them on the other masks worn by official members. Restrained in a similar fashion to the shackled man that you had seen earlier on one of the public acts in the main ballroom, the woman appears vulnerable, though there is something beautiful in the way she is submitting to her desire. You can see it in her eyes, when even the mask that she is wearing is incapable of concealing her reaction—the gaze that appears hazy as she looks far ahead, her soft jawline that appears slack while her lips are parted ever so slightly, as if she is in the deep state of bliss and relief.

Is that how I look? —you silently wonder, trying to imagine yourself being in her place, to imagine how you would look whenever you are embracing your own pleasure.

With her arms pulled behind her back, her entire body is thrust forward, being put on display for you and all the other spectators to see. Wearing nothing else but the mask covering her face and the pair of heels on her feet, the only other things you see on her are the pair of clamps attached onto her nipples, both connected to each other by a small chain that dangles across her breasts as she slightly moves. Her hips tremble, and you can see a vibrator poking out of her pussy. Its subtle hum can be faintly heard from between her legs despite the music blasting around you. The fact that you can still hear it, adding the way her thighs are trembling fiercely—seemingly quivering at the same rhythm as the vibrator inside her—makes you wonder just how intense and how high the level of vibration that she is experiencing right now.

Another woman makes her appearance just then. Unlike her partner who is completely bare and exposed, she appears wearing a maroon corset dress that pushes her breasts up while the hem of the dress falls barely an inch beneath her buttocks. She wears a golden mask that matches the colour of the one that the other woman is wearing, though her mask appears to be embellished with an intricate decoration of butterfly wings on both sides.

Judging from the way she is dressed and the mask that she is wearing, and also the way she is carrying herself as she moves around her partner, it is quite obvious that she is the one running the show. Despite having heard about this act before, this would be the first time you are about to witness an act of dominance. Your eyes are completely drawn to them at this knowledge. Just like how you were entranced by the intimate interaction that you witnessed earlier before leaving the ballroom, something about this pair captivates you. The amount of trust that the sub must have given to her domme seems astonishing and you can sense the connection between them even when they have yet to start going further.

With delicate movements, the woman with the butterfly mask begins circling her bound-up partner slowly while watching carefully as the other continues to tremble in her place. There is a deep sense of fondness and affection that can be seen even from the way she is looking at her partner, a sense of pride that comes with her pleasure of seeing her sub giving complete control. She also appears to be keeping a close watch as if making sure that her sub isn’t having any trouble, though she also makes no move to reach out and touch her, opting to hover around, forcing the other to wait and anticipate her next move.

In your astonishment, you realise that you are beginning to feel the sub’s anticipation as if it becomes your own while you continue to watch, as you are waiting to see what is about to happen next. The air around you suddenly grows tense, while your body becomes even more sensitive to the touch, when your body shudders each time you brush against Jungkook or whenever he is leaning a bit too close.

“Do you think they know that we’re all here, watching them?” you turn to him to whisper this, hoping that your voice is drowned in the music so only he could hear.

With a smile on his face, Jungkook leans down so he could answer you with a whisper. “They won’t be able to see us, but I’m sure they know that there would be people here in this room, watching them act. I suppose that would be what they had expected to happen when they chose to enter that room,” he says, and his eyes begin to glimmer with mischief when he slowly adds, “Just like what Taehyung said, tonight is about sharing your pleasure with other people. And just like what we came to find when we first joined the club and what we both expected to find tonight, they would likely find the thrill of knowing that they have people watching every single thing they are doing, even if they can’t see us here or confirm that they actually have an audience.”

Deep down, you know all about the thrills of having someone watching you doing all the sinful things for the sake of pleasure. But being left guessing whether or not there are eyes watching or speculating how many people would be there to see, the idea seems even more thrilling now that you are watching them act. When the thought of being in that room to perform lewd acts had intimidated you earlier, it begins to excite you, causing your body to pulse around the same time you see them finally moving into action.

The masked domme stops walking around just then, and she makes a move to stand in front of her bounded partner before taking a few steps closer to her.

From then on, the scene begins to progress slowly.

Shifting from her original place, she positions her body to stand slightly to the side, as if she is deliberately making it easier for everyone to see what she is doing. It feels like she is performing not only for the sake of her partner’s pleasure but also for everyone else’s enjoyment when she moves her delicate fingers, reaching out to give a light pull on the small chain hanging across her sub’s breasts. A strained gasp is drawn from the latter from the sudden pain. Even if you cannot hear her voice clearly, you can almost hear it inside your head when her mouth falls open in her shock and pleasure.

The pull doesn’t seem strong enough to release the clamps from their tight bites, as they are still locked in place, though it still draws the reaction that the woman is searching for from her submissive partner. She continues to run her fingers along the chain, slightly lifting it up while she reaches down with her other hand to touch between her sub’s legs. You watch with hazy focus as she plays with her partner’s clit, one of the few kinds of physical connection which is still allowed by the club’s rules in order to help her partner reach her climax. Your gaze snaps up from her fingers just as she lifts another end of the chain, and only then do you finally notice the third clamp, hanging down low enough to reach her partner’s soaking pussy, a small chain attaching it to the other two clamps that are still clasping on her abused nipples with a tight grip.

With wide eyes, you take a deep breath as you soon realise what is about to happen.

The masked domme takes her time, taking things slowly as she continues tweaking her partner’s clit, stimulating it and making her wiggle against her restraints as she rolls her fingers through her folds and around the rosebud. Once her partner seems lost in pleasure, she finally moves on to the next step, taking the last clamp and attaching it onto her sub’s swollen clit. This time, the complete shock that rakes through her allows her voice to break through the music sounding around you. The contact draws out her scream as she fights against the restraint. The fight only lasts for a short while, however, when the domme’s touch on her partner’s skin seems to help her to slowly give in to the moment, for her to embrace the pain.

The entire scene feels intense, and you find it hard to look away. Watching the scene and imagining what she might be feeling, to imagine experiencing the pain and finding pleasure out of it sends a bolt of electricity down your body. It leaves you tingling, your core pulsing and every part of your body starts throbbing right where you imagine those clamps would be.

Your own partner soon reminds you of his presence as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you back, pressing you tightly against his front so you can feel his heart beating rapidly and his warm breath falling on your hair as he watches the same scene in his astonishment. You can feel his erection not-so-subtly pressing against your backside, making your heart race faster and your knees grow weaker that you almost begin to quiver against him.

Though it seems like something else is beginning to take over you as well when you notice that you are slightly moving.

To your vivid imagination, your body has started to react accordingly without you having the chance to stop it. With each throb that you feel, your body twitches, and your hips sway backwards against Jungkook as if searching for leverage. Just as you incidentally start rubbing against his covered bulge, a moan slips out of you, snapping you out of it right before you get pulled too far into your need, and you stop yourself with a gasp.

You give a quick glance as subtly as you can to the nearest seats, hoping that nobody had caught up with your reaction. Though you have no doubt that Jungkook has noticed it, when he has his hands resting on your waist, holding you back and stopping you from pulling away. “Did they set up the music so loud to drown our voices?” you whisper to him as he bends lower, pressing his face against your cheek so he could hear the sound of your voice.

“Maybe it’s being set that way so they won’t be able to hear us from their side of the room. I suppose it would also help them get into the perfect headspace that they would have needed if they are listening to the same thing too, and forget the fact that there are other people on the other side of that glass,” he answers you with a whisper after chuckling softly, as if he knows that you are trying to cover your slip up. But then he nips at your earlobe teasingly, causing your body to shudder against him, and your skin grows warmer when he says, “Or maybe it’s for everyone in this room, so we won’t be able to hear each other.”

Jungkook’s cryptic words take time to sink in, as your mind has grown too hazy to focus. But then you begin to realise what he was trying to say, that he wasn’t specifically talking about the two of you or how your reaction may have gotten too noisy to attract attention. Slowly, you begin to realise that he was talking about everyone else.

Blinking your eyes, you turn your gaze away from the scene. The move is enough to finally snap your entire focus and you start noticing your surroundings, to finally be able to distinguish the muted sounds of hums and moans hidden behind the loud music, and that they are coming from somewhere much closer than you had thought.

Following the source of the sounds you are hearing, your eyes are drawn to the nearest occupied loveseats and the standing table a few feet away from you. The room is dark enough to hide their faces, and the high-back seats are barely enough to completely shield their bodies from your sight. But it takes no time for your eyes to re-adjust to the dark, to notice the shadowy figures in the room and the subtle movements that they are making as the lewd scene on the other side of the glass wall continues to progress.

The female guest on the nearest loveseat has her head tilted back and her chest rising and falling while her male partner bends over her, his face pressing against her neck. The shudders that are running through her are visible as she takes a deep breath, while you can guess what he is doing to her when you see the indistinct jerks that his shoulder and elbow are making beside her.

Another female guest standing behind the nearest high table seems to be swaying on her feet. Her hips are rocking in small, yet steady motions, pressing back against her male partner who still has his eyes on the scene before him. Then you notice a solo male guest sitting on a high-back armchair at the far corner of the room which is still visible from your viewpoint. While the armrests of his seat are able to cover half of his body and limbs, there is an unmistakable tremble rocking through his body. You can faintly see his heavy breathing as he slightly jerks in place, a sign that he isn’t remaining idle in his seat.

To your surprise, seeing their reaction and knowing that you are not the only one getting immediately affected only turns you on further. Turning back to the glass wall to watch the remaining scene, you press backwards against Jungkook, slightly lifting your hips up just so you can somehow come close to ease the pulses forming within your core. You can feel Jungkook’s chest quivering behind you as he releases a startled gasp, though he is quick to respond to you by placing his hands on your hips, holding you still and positioning you until you are settled in perfectly against him, where his covered hard-on is resting perfectly against the crack of your bottom.

Despite his action, you already have your focus back on the scene before you, immediately finding the masked domme moving actively in the room.

And you notice that she isn’t done with her sexual exploit just yet.

While you were stealing a chance to converse with Jungkook and taking in the scenes happening around you, she had slipped away to the table where the supplies had been set up, and she has now returned to her partner with a bright-coloured feather in her hand. Using the feather, she begins teasing her sub by circling its delicate tip around the clamps, starting from her breasts, down to her naked torso, before reaching down to her mounds below. The delicate touch of the feather seems to be causing her bound partner to start writhing against the pole and the restraint keeping her in place. Every move that her body makes is showing you that she is begging for relief. Yet her domme is showing no sign to rush forward to the next step anytime soon, when she only discards the feather to reach down, and begins playing with the vibrator by stroking in and out of the helpless sub’s pussy.

The cries that are now echoing from the showing room are no longer drowned as the masked sub is overcome with pleasure. You suppress a moan when the strokes continue, and when you see her body rocking violently as the vibrator seems to reach its deepest target, hitting her sweet spot that has her wailing in her pleasure. The muted moan still slips out of you in the end as you rock your hips against Jungkook’s crotch, his hands on your hips becoming the anchor that holds you up and keeps you from moving too hard, and then another moan escapes you when you can clearly see the telltale signs of her climax.

For a brief moment, you expect to see her being pushed to reach the end. But instead of proceeding, the masked domme halts every movement. She pulls her hand away, keeping the vibrator buried deep in her partner’s abused pussy. You can only imagine what the poor sub is going through at the moment, as you watch how her mouth falls open, her silent plea for release fades under the beat of the music.

A slow smile appears beneath the domme’s mask as she watches her partner tethering on the edge. You watch her lean down, whispering something to her partner’s ear while tracing her fingers on the tip of the vibrator.

Just then, you watch her pulling the clamp that has been biting the sub’s clit until it falls over, drawing out her cries. You barely have a moment to hold down your shocked gasp when you can faintly hear the humming sound of the vibrator inside her growing louder. An indisputable sound comes from between her legs just as you watch her body trembles, reaching you despite the loud music and the voices that are also beginning to grow louder around you, and your knees grow weak when you once again find yourself imagining being in her place. Your skin feels tight and the tingles that you have been feeling seem to escalate further, and it feels as if you are burning from the inside, when the heated area between your legs keeps pulsing and throbbing with every rock of her hips, as if you are the one indulging in the act of lust with everyone in the room with Jungkook assisting you.

“Are you feeling hot, baby?” he asks you in a soft whisper, with his lips brushing against your earlobe and his fingers running down your arms. Your whole body shudders to his touch. At this point, you are nothing more than a giant nerve ending ready to explode, but you hold back as much as you can just like what the naked sub is doing now.

“Are you feeling horny? Are you dripping wet from watching her trying to fight her own climax?” he asks again when you fail to answer him. Words seem to fail you when you are feeling so high, as if her rise to reach for climax has become yours and you are the one slowly unravelling and losing control.

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly when you finally manage to find your voice. A low chuckle rumbles from Jungkook’s chest as he leans in, his lips finding refuge in the nape of your neck as he hums.

“Are you picturing yourself in her place, baby?” he asks you, seeing how you are reacting to the scene before you. There is a hint of amusement in his voice, but there is also a glimmer of his own desire which you can hear in his voice as he whispers to you once more, “Would you want that, surrender your pleasure to someone else?”

To your surprise, and perhaps to his as well, the answer slips right out of you so quickly. “I would—I’d do it if it’s for you.”

As if your words become a spell, Jungkook pulls back slightly. His body grows still for a moment, while his eyes appear dilated as he looks at you. A slow smile grows on his face, and then he brushes his lips against your earlobe, causing you to shiver against him when he whispers, “I’ll remember that,” then kissing the skin on the nape of your neck right after. Then he tightens his hold on you to turn you back to the front, guiding you to put your attention back on the scene right when it reaches its climax. “Keep watching, baby. You wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”

Through your eyes, you see the bound woman rocking her hips, even when you still notice her holding on as best as she possibly could as she unmercifully comes to the edge. It almost seems as if she is completely entranced, however, that her body is reacting to her incoming release without her even realising it.

Your head is spinning, as your imagination once again takes you there, right in her place. Just like her, your own body begins to move on its own, and it is starting to tremble with how much you need to come. You squeeze the arm that Jungkook has around your waist, relieved to have him to cling onto when your body starts shaking harder. Before you can pull yourself together and clear your head, you watch how the masked domme speaks out her command, a bit more loudly for everyone to hear this time instead of just as a whisper when she says, “Cum.”

With that magical word, her partner finally let herself go, her hips begin rocking harder when she gives in to the waves of orgasm that are no doubt taking over her. The sight sends you spinning right towards the edge, and the desperate need for your own climax overcomes you that you swear it would only take one touch for you to explode. The trembles in your body grow more intense when you realise just how close you are to getting there. It becomes too much for you to handle that you are losing strength on your weakened knees and you cling onto Jungkook harder to stop yourself from falling.

Once again, you are relieved to have him as an anchor, because his arm that is still holding you tightly to him becomes the one holding you up when you watch the masked domme finishes up her act by pulling at the chain hanging across her partner’s breasts, giving a stern tug on them which releases the rest of the clamps one at a time, sending her beautiful partner into a final, blissful height.

She comes with a loud scream that echoes from their room, past the glass wall and into the room where you are watching them from. You can hear her voice so clearly despite all the voices around you and the loud beat of the music, and you can feel it piercing through your body, almost pushing you to reach your own without even a single touch. You feel as if you are floating so high with your desire reaching its highest peak.

It should be sending you to a dreamy bliss, yet you can still feel it when Jungkook suddenly begins to move, when the arm that has been holding you against him tightens with a possessive hold. Then your senses become more alert when his other hand starts creeping down your body, brushing against the curves of your waist and hips before it slowly makes its way down, all the way to your pulsing center.

Your breath catches as you begin to realise what he is up to and your heartbeat races wildly in your chest as you feel his hand reaching lower, and lower, and—

—Jungkook—

There are really no words to explain what I am currently feeling.

One thing for sure is that I have never experienced something as exhilarating as what I have been through tonight. There was not a moment where I didn’t find myself feeling astounded and amused, and it was quite surprising to find that never once had I felt any aversion towards the scenes happening around me, nor did I ever feel so out of place.

As I continued roaming through the event, witnessing all the public displays of sexual exploitation, I began to understand everything a bit more. About the club, the pleasure that they offer, and mostly about the safe space that they provided for everyone who comes searching for it. And I could finally see the magic that this place had created from having a closer look at the people who are here tonight, embracing their true selves without any inhibitions and enjoying their freedom without having to worry about the outside world.

It has woken up something inside me that I had never known existed. Every reservation that I have had for this club before seems to fly out the window when I realise how different my life had become ever since I came to be a part of this club. How they have given new colours into my life.

But most importantly, how they have given me the chance to meet her, to allow me to find someone who understands my needs and has given my life a new meaning.

And the best part of it is having her here with me. To be sharing this experience together with her and knowing that I have found someone who is searching for something similar to what my soul has been seeking only amplifies the whole sensation I was engaging. Her presence makes all the difference in opening my eyes to this moment, and there is nothing sexier than watching her reaction to everything that we had witnessed, to watch her response to the scenes that were unfolding around us.

It has always astonished me how she can always be so open, how she would always have a clear expression that could easily help me understand what she is feeling, and could sometimes help me guess what is going through her mind. The way she has been so open to the things that we have encountered so far isn’t too surprising. Her curiosity and the deep interest that she has in the event have been the force that helps drive the two of us to continue learning, to try and embrace the uncharted territory that we are currently in, and it was also what had led us both here, engaging with yet another part of the club that is completely new for the both of us.

During the entire time we are together, never once I had taken my attention away from my own partner.

The sight of her getting completely enamoured at the scenes we saw in the main ballroom was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The desire in her eyes was so clear, dancing wildly like a flame as she watched everything with rapt attention. The way she nearly unravelled when we both made a stop at the last public stage, watching the pair of lovers exchanging their wanton needs in such an intimate way, had me close to holding her tightly in my arms. I have no clue if the urge had simply come from my desire to let her freely embrace her pleasure, or if I wanted to hide her from the prying eyes coming from around us.

Even as I continuously kept my eyes on her, I never failed to notice all the gazes that kept following us. Following her. It was quite obvious that I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the alluring way she was showing while indulging in the event, when her desire was shown as clear as day even in the dark, dimly lighted room. And never once had she noticed how captivating she was in her reactions as she was standing right in the middle of so many people exchanging their desire so openly with one another. Not only had she drawn other people’s attention, but she was also drawing their interest, no doubt wondering the same thing as I was—what kind of expression would she be showing if she was up there, embracing her pleasure in front of so many people? What kind of sound would she be making when that happens?

The way she reached out to me, seeking out for my touch during the entire thing had given me a sense of pride. Knowing that she was there with me, and that I was the one who got to hold her while she was quivering with the sensation rushing through her had made me realise just how lucky I have been to be chosen by her. And I love the sensation that I felt from touching her, when every single contact we made was more than enough to allow me to feel everything that she was feeling. Ever since then, I simply gave in to the moment, embracing the experience while giving her the complete freedom to pick the course for both of us.

Until we finally found our way into this room.

Watching the entire scene unfolding before us had affected me so badly, but it was her reaction to everything which has escalated it entirely. I had to hold back the best I could from going over the edge when I felt her body trembling with need, and how every shudder coming out of her body kept arousing my own desire.

As the scene continues towards its climax, her body seems to be taken over by her senses and needs that she doesn’t realise it when her body begins to react on its own. The first moment she begins grinding me almost sends me to the edge, but I do my best to hold it together. In turn, I focus on her. Judging from her heavy breathing and the tension rolling through her body, I know that at this point, she is already so close to plunging over the edge.

All she needs is a little push.

“Are you feeling horny? Are you dripping wet from watching her trying to fight her own climax?” I whisper to her, drawing her attention back to me when she seems so lost in the moment.

“Yes,” she whispers back to me, her voice shaking as she takes a deep breath. She hasn’t noticed that her fingers are sinking into my arm.

“Are you picturing yourself in her place, baby?” I ask her again when I notice how every sway of her body seems to match the bound player before us who keeps trembling intensely against the pole, struggling in her fight to hold back from coming to her climax without her domme’s permission. Taking a deep breath, I hold myself together the best I can so my voice wouldn’t shake when I ask her, “Would you want that, surrender your pleasure to someone else?”

She gasps a little before answering, “I would—I’d do it if it’s for you.”

Her direct answer takes the air right out of my chest, and my body burns hot just thinking about her, about us, taking place in the other room. Gritting my teeth, I fight the urge to kiss her and guide her to focus on the scene. “Keep watching, baby. You wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”

As she continues watching, the shudders rushing through her body grow immensely. From her back, I can feel her rapid heartbeat and her ragged breathing. As I glance down at her face, I can see the familiar light coming out of her eyes. The more she is drawn into the scene, the clearer the desire in her eyes becomes.

“Are you wet down there, baby? Is your pussy throbbing when you’re watching her cum?” I ask her as her body trembles against me. I pull her back to me, grunting in pain when her bottom is pressing on my hard-on. I suck a deep breath to stop myself from rocking against her, though I make no move to stop her from doing so to me. “Do you want to feel it too?”

I’m not sure if she can hear me questioning her. She seems so lost in the moment. As if a fog has covered her senses, and she is letting it take control of her body as she continues to rub her legs together while pushing back to me. I choose not to wait to hear her answer as I reach down, my hand travelling down her body, growing much lower than her rocking hips. It doesn’t take long for me to find the hem of her dress. With a sigh of relief, I am pleased with her decision to pick something short and tight, making it easy for me to pull the hem upward and slip my fingers underneath the fabric. The fact that the hem of her dress has risen up without her realising it while she was grinding her hips against my cock seems to be a blessing in disguise.

Even the heels that she is wearing tonight have been adequate, as they have given her enough height to make it easier for me to reach down even while we are both standing. The high table is enough to hide what I am doing from the other guests using this room, as I pull my hand back up, until the tips of my fingers reach the thin layer of fabric covering her hot pussy.

I feel her shudder and her hips twitch as I brush gently across her covered folds. The silky fabric has grown damp, soaked completely by her arousal, and it draws a smile to my face knowing how badly she had been affected by the show that we are witnessing together. I keep rubbing her folds from over her panties, quickly finding her covered slit before my finger comes in contact with what seems to be her clit. Her breathing grows more ragged as I keep on touching her, shuddering with each intake of breath as she tries to hold back. I don’t waste my time and find the edges of her panties, pushing them aside so I could slide my fingers in to find her skin.

Just as expected, I find her completely wet, her slickness dripping out of her further when I rub my fingers across her sensitive skin. I could almost smell it, the intoxicating scent that I have always enjoyed tasting on my tongue, and I could feel the familiar pulse welcoming me as I slowly slide my fingers between her folds.

I wanted to tease her, to put her on the edge for a little while longer until she detonates under my touch. But a quick look back at the showing room next door lets me know that we don’t have that much time left, when I can see that the pair or lovers are in the middle of finishing up their act, with the dominant partner gently caring her sub to help her come down from what had been the most intense climax I have ever witnessed with my own two eyes.

My own partner has her eyes nearly closed. Her body flinches briefly when my fingers come in contact with her swollen clit. The slickness that has been building up from her pussy is making it easy for me to move my fingers up and down her slit, back and forth, grazing against her wet entrance and her clit until she begins shaking against me.

She sways on her legs when I lightly press my fingers on her clit again, so I tighten my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling and gaining attention from the other guests around us. Once I have her steadied against my chest, I continue what I was doing, and move my fingers to find her wet opening.

“So wet…,” I whisper to her as I slowly slide my fingers into her pussy. Her pussy pulses around me from being impaled by my fingers, but she makes no move to push me away or stop me. She still has her eyes on the other room, yet her body welcomes me. Her hips are lifted as if she is trying to give me the right angle to push deeper, which is exactly what I do next. Yet it doesn’t stop me from taunting her when her glossy eyes are still directed at the lovely couple before us.

I turn to look at them again, seeing exactly what she is watching. The woman with the butterfly wings mask, the domme, has released the bind that had restrained her partner onto the pole, and she is now leaning down to kiss every mark left behind on her partner’s wrists, soothing them from pain. The act seems so intimate, something that I know would entice ____ even more, just the same way it did to her with the scene that we had witnessed back in the main ballroom.

“Do you like watching them?”

A soft hum and a sigh are all I am getting from her. “Hmm—”

“Answer me, baby. Tell me what you like,” I ask her again. I lean down to start kissing the side of her neck this time, all while I begin moving my fingers in and out of her. I keep the movement slow and subtle, not enough to startle her or draw a big reaction from her but enough to cause her muscles to start fluttering around me, clenching and pulsing more intensely as I carry on.

“Yes, I like it. I like to watch,” she breathlessly says, her voice so thin that I could barely hear her. But I can feel the quiver coming out of her chest as she sucks a deep breath, finally realising that my intruding has escalated into the next step as I press deeper into her, pushing just a tad bit harder each time I come in, and enjoying the wonderful feeling of her arousal leaking out and coating my fingers in every thrust.

“Hmm, I can tell. You’re soaking, baby. And you’re so tight,” I whisper to her. Once again, her pussy walls pulse and clench into me. From the corner of my eyes, I watch the domme behind the glass gently covering her partner with a silky robe, leaving it open instead of covering the tender skin of her breasts with the fabric. Unsurprisingly, the loving gesture seems to trigger ____, as she sways into me, pushing down into my fingers with her hands clutching tightly on my arm to hold on. “Do you want to cum? Are you close?”

She gasps, and her pussy tightens around me. I pull my fingers gently back out before thrusting them back in, pushing all the way in until I draw another gasp from her. And then her entire body grows tight when I move my thumb to give her swollen clit a light brush. “Yes, Jungkook. I’d love to cum,” she says, nearly whining. Keeping a tight grip on my forearm, she begins moving her hips subtly. It seems as if her body is reacting without her control, as he humps against me, sliding down to meet each thrust of my hand inside her then coming back to rub against my cock. At this point, she is not the only one who is high-strung with need, when I can feel my own need for climax rising slowly as she keeps humping against me.

“Such a sweet one. You are always so polite and so sweet,” I whisper to her while gritting my teeth. I try to distract myself and focus on her, keeping my lips pressed on her skin to ignore the rush of blood gathering along the length of my cock. My pants feel so tight with how hard I’ve become. My body is burning hot that I feel like I can burst open. But I want her to find her pleasure first. I want to watch her unravel, and I want to be the one to give it to her first.

Soon, her breathing starts to pick up, and I can feel her growing wetter and tighter, and the steady pulse inside her keeps growing more intense. Another gasp comes out of her as her muscles flutter around me, the sign of her orgasm coming to her so fiercely. I watch the scene in front of us, waiting for the right moment to send her over the edge. I know that she is holding out for me, and she wouldn’t let herself go until I let her.

As if we were the players in the other room, and she had been the restrained partner and I was the one running the show, guiding her to embrace her pleasure.

My eyes turn to follow her gaze, and while I continue fucking her with my fingers, we watch together as the female dom leans down, capturing her partner’s abused nipple into her mouth, sending the latter shaking in her hold as she embraces her final climax. As I watch her head falls back, I feel _____’s head falling back against my shoulder, and that is when I push her over the edge that she has been so desperately clinging onto.

“Let go, baby. Cum around my fingers. Let me feel it,” I whisper to her as I push my fingers against the source of her pulse, and she erupts beautifully with a muffled cry.

Seems like, in her pleasure, she has forgotten to control her reaction, forgetting that we are still surrounded by strangers. Perhaps she is too lost in her orgasm that she just loses control, and the sound of cries that she makes nearly penetrates through the loud music still playing across the room. Thankfully, everyone around us seems preoccupied with their own acts to notice her voice, or the way she is riding my hand behind the table. A few moans can be heard from close by, indicating that she is not the only one embracing her pleasure in the middle of the scene.

But the other people in the room don’t matter to me. The only one that matters at this moment is her, and I simply keep my attention on her. The sight of her embracing her climax has always been a marvellous thing to witness. The way she simply succumbs to the waves running through her body, how free she looks as she gives in to her wanton needs. As I continue moving my fingers in and out of her, slowing down its pace little by little until I can feel the pulses pressing against me subsiding, her hips continue to rock against me as she rides through her orgasm.

My own desire remains unleashed, and my cock is still rock hard in my pants that I feel so incredibly tight down there. Every time she brushes against me, she puts me so much closer to my impending release. She isn’t the only one who has been feeling so high-strung with pent-up desire, but I try to hold on, wanting to share it with her the way she is now sharing her glorious climax with me.

Soon, I remind myself, as I continue to admire my beautiful partner, as the serene look I am seeing on her face tramples everything else that we are experiencing tonight. I wait until all the trembles and shudders in her body begin to wind down before I finally stop myself, giving her a break right before another flutter appears inside her when I try to pull my fingers away from her depth.

“Was it enough, baby? Or do you want more?” I ask her as she slowly settles against me, her body slowly growing lax in my arm. Yet I still have my fingers buried deep inside her, snug against the very same spot that had set her off. The spasms of her climax are beginning to tone down, but the way her muscles are clenching around me seems to show me that her body still holds the flame of her desire, one that might have been building up since we first arrived in this place and is barely suppressed completely even after her release.

The soft moan that she makes, followed by the gentle pulse her pussy gives me as I keep pressing at that spot inside her becomes the answer that I need. I pull my fingers out of her, snapping her out of her fog. That is when she turns to me, burying her face into my neck as she rides the last shudder that her body makes. I feel her warm breath on my skin before she nods.

Yes. More.

“Should we go back out there and take the stage?” I tease her while I slowly raise my hand, ready to taste her. She opens her eyes, watching silently as I move my hand up as if she is entranced by the act. But as I gently tug the hem of her dress back down with my other hand to help her fix her appearance before we can find the chance to slip out of this room, her eyes light up, and my offer belatedly sinks in.

She looks up at me, surprised, then quickly shakes her head. “Alright, then. A room, then? Should we take one of the vacant showing rooms, or should we find a private room and have a moment for the two of us the way you wanted it to?”

I keep my eyes on her as I bring my hand up to my lips, each finger still coated with her release. I am ready to finally have a taste of her essence when she stops me. “The private room, please,” she answers as brings my hand to her lips. Once again, her gaze comes up to meet mine and my breath instantly stops. She opens her lips and starts licking my fingers, tasting herself. “I’m not sharing you with anybody else. Not tonight. I only want to cum for you.”

Holding back a sigh of relief, I only give her a smile, hiding the fact that not only did her words spark up my pride, but she had also brought my cock back to life that it starts throbbing against my tight pants. “Good. I have no intentions of sharing you with others as well,” I whisper to her before leaning in to capture her lips, stealing a chaste kiss before anyone would caught us.

The moment I pull away, she seems shocked. Though I am not too sure if it had been the kiss or my confession which surprised her.

But I meant everything that I said to her about keeping her solely to myself. Out of nowhere, I feel a hint of jealousy when I imagine her being put on display. I don’t normally feel possessive over something or anyone that I am with, but there is a sense of greed that I am feeling about keeping her pleasure to myself.

We take a brief moment to make sure that we are presentable before finally making a move. With her hand in mine, we turn to find our way out of the Viewing Room.

My heartbeat begins to race again as she slides closer to my side. Excitement and anticipation come rolling through me as we embark on another adventure together, both of us determined to make this magical night worthwhile and indulge the best way we can until the end.

— © 2022 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed.

[transspeciesculture]

We keep mentioning how transspecies as a term has existed long before the radqueer & transID communities formed, and started claiming it as part of those communities despite it's actual usage within nonhuman/fictional/unusual human species identifying spaces and objections from said spaces.

As a sort of quick thing to back this up, here are some examples before the year of 2020 (estimated beginnings of the radqueer/transID community)!

All of this excludes troll posting/mockery, and is focused on NH/FICT community's discussions. Some additional content warnings are provided for some of the e-mails, however.

This is not extensive, feel free to show us any other finds (excluding alt.horror.werewolves e-mails, we've already scoured trough everything. There is actually more mentions via that, but all from the same person).

Mentions of term:

01 - "Gender-bender" e-mail, 1999. Included in this section due to the unclearness of if the original author of the e-mail identifies as otherkin or transspecies personally.

[Link] [Link 2] [Archive] [Archive 2]

02 - "On cosmic surgery and personal identity" e-mail, 2005

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03 - "Da Jakkal's work revisited" e-mail, 1999. Warning: has some outdated terminology/beliefs.

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04 - "Re: Introduction" e-mail, 2002

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05 - "Re: Shifters: in need of Help." e-mail, 1999. Warning: thread has mentions of an un-nameable native American creature.

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06 - "Re: Musing of the Week" e-mail, 1999

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06 - "Re: define were" e-mail, 1997. Warning: thread has mentions of an un-nameable native American creature. (This is the second time we've have to issue this CW. Sucks.)

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07 - "Re: Fun with Faith" e-mail, 1997. Same warning as above, unfourtunately.

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08 - "Re: Questions on Were's/Shifting/etc" e-mail 1997. Same warning, a lot of early instances of the word being used seem to all be from this one being, sorry.

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09 - "Re: Slithering into AHWW" e-mail, 1997

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10 - "Re: Odd Dreams" e-mail, 1998

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11 - "Shifters: WereBreeds" e-mail, 1999. Warning: has some outdated terminology.

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12 - "On the appropriation of trans narratives by therianthropes" article, 2013. Contrary to the title, it is supportive. It does mention the native creature again due to excerpting an AHWW member's ramblings, so thread with caution.

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13 - "An Introduction to Animality" article, 2009

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Usage of term for clear self identification (flags and symbols are included):

01 - "Re: A question to everyone out there" e-mail, 1997. Warning once again for mentions of an un-nameable native American creature, and questionable identity that may or may not be considered cultural appropriation (we have no place to say as we are not native). Still, it is an clear account of identification with the label and experiences that'd come to be associated with it.

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02 - "Chewing and biting (and intro)" e-mail, 1999. The poster at the time of posting already specifies that they do not identify with the label anymore, but used to.

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03 - "Transspecies Pride stamp" flag/pride graphic, 2017.

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04 - "Transspecies Flag" flag, 2018

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05 - "Why I call myself Transspecies" personal article, 2018

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06 - "Gender: Furry II (Now With More Scales)

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07 - "Real Dragons: Transspeciesism" article, 2001

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[psychedelic-ink]

𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑭𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑹

pairing: javier peña x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, smut, minors dni

word count: 3k

summary: the loneliness you feel settles in to your very core, unfeeling and feeling too much at the same time constantly. At nights like this there's only one man that can help you, and that man is Javier Pena.

warnings: dea agent!reader, sub!reader, reader suffering from signs of depression due to loneliness, reader as long hair but the type of it is not specified, impact play (slapping cheek, ass, thighs), choking, hair pulling, nails digging into skin but not enough to break the skin, dom/sub relationship, bd.sm scene, fingering, vaginal s.ex, cumming on body, aftercare

You’re nestled right next to the window, watching as the city of Medellin lights up with unexpected lights, fire reaching all the way to the top of the buildings. There’s an untouched glass of whiskey sitting in front of you, ice clicking together as it melts away. A candle, half melted, flickering next to the glass. You remain silent and motionless as the small flame dances. The light re-shapes your face, your eyes hollowed out and cheek bones prominent than usual. You gaze upon your distorted reflection in the glass. You remind yourself of a deteriorating corpse. 

The loneliness settles into your very core, bone marrow replaced with the loathing and anger your desperation causes. You feel empty but at the same time you feel too much. Your brain swirls and swirls, causing you to break down every night and curse at where you found yourself after so many years. The hunt for Pablo Escabor makes you feel worse. Everyday you’re left empty handed and everynight you pray to an unknown god to take the pain away. 

The worst part of all of this is that you never know what to do to ease the hurt. Your heart clenches, you can’t breathe and after mere minutes of being trapped within your own body, you resume your regular life. You go to work, chat with fellow DEA agents and return home. You muse and find similarities between yourself and Sisyphus. The man pushes up the boulder only to see it fall again and again. You’re the same, maybe even worse. He suffers in his afterlife, you’re suffering when you should be living. 

At nights like this, when the need to feel anything other than this soul crushing emotional pain proves to be too strong, you don’t turn to the god you pray to normally. Instead you turn to Javier Pena, the man who makes you feel. 

Unlike the god you pray to on nights more bearable, Javier actually responds to you. He breaks you down and reconstructs you. When you’re with him, you can feel your body being molded into something else, you can feel something else, and in those brief moments you experience joy. 

He’s aware of this. At least you think he is. He never questions why you call him in the darkest hours of the night, he only asks one thing. It’s always the same. 

“Do you need me to pick anything up?” 

“No,” 

Despite your answer he always comes bearing food and a couple of beers. 

Today is no different. 

With a knock on the door, your gaze is finally broken away from your reflection. The floors creak with your steps and you open the door to see Javier with bags full of food and beer. It’s a routine at this point. He greets you by lowering his head and passes the threshold of the door without saying anything else. You place both hands against each side of his face and crash your lips together, the food along with the beer is left forgotten on top of the counter. It hurts. You need him and you need him now. 

Javier doesn’t question. He answers your movements with the same amount of eagerness, his strong hands trailing down your body and squeezing your ass. Your teeth clash together, lips pressed against one another in an almost painful way. He licks the inside of your mouth, forcing you to let go, forcing you to submit. You’re more than eager to do so. Moaning into his mouth, you part away and slowly get on your knees. His fingers find themselves latched into your hair, blunt nails gently scratching the scalp as you press your forehead against his clothed thigh. Your heart swells up, you can already feel the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. His thumb trails the frame of your face, lifting your downcast gaze up to meet his own. 

Your lips part with a gasp and a tear rolls down your cheek. 

His brows are knitted together, face laced with concern as he looks down at you. You hate making him worry. You hate the fact that he sees you only in your absolute worst. With a swipe of his thumb he wipes the tear away, a wet streak now glistening under the candle light. 

“What do you want?” 

Javier is clear-cut. He never wastes time with idle chatter and you love that about him. He understands you better than anyone else, he knows your needs and your suffering. Your chest feels a little bit lighter now, your skin tingles with anticipation. You want to feel his brute force against your body, every nerve electrified by the mere thought of it. Breath hitching, you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm against your cheek. It soothes you. Makes it easier to tell him what you want, what you need in order to feel better. 

You swallow before you speak. 

“I want you to hurt me,” 

“You sure?” 

He brushes his thumb against your eyelid, a wordless plea for you to open your eyes when you ask for what you want. When the feather-like sensation of his fingers moves back to your cheek, you open them and meet his glance. 

“Yes,” 

The journey to the bedroom passes you by in a blur. You feel Javier’s hands, fingers squeezing everything you have to offer. He drags his nails across your bare skin, the sharp sensation of his nails making you purr in delight. Javier’s lips are on your lips, neck, shoulder– He rips your clothes off of you, stripping you bare as he pushes you to the bed. The bed creaks. Without so much as shredding his jacket he takes his place between your legs, staring down at you as he assesses your most sensitive parts. 

Before your night meetings had become a routine, you thought Javier hated this. He always looked so sad, his mood dropping significantly after the deed was done. He would take care of you in absolute silence, it used to break your heart. You thought that he did this only to ease your pain and that he took no pleasure out of this. But after the fourth time you realized that you couldn’t be further away from the truth. It was the little things he did that made you realize this. The way his pupils dilated after every hit, the way he would take in short, sharp breaths when you moaned at the pain. He needed this as much as you did, but for different reasons. 

Javier pushes your legs open, his eyes glued to your glistening core. His gaze traveled up to your face, hands sliding up your body and cupping your breasts. Squeezing them, he keens at the way your back arches at his touch. He inches closer, thick thighs forcibly spreading your legs wider, jolts of pain cascades across your tendons. Javier’s one hand lays on your throat, nails shallowly digging into your skin without outright choking you. The two of you exchange glances. 

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” 

There’s no emotion in his voice, there rarely is during activities like this. It had become somewhat of a game, him asking you what’s wrong and you never telling him. You never found the right words, you also felt foolish. Your pain was nothing compared to the people of Medellin, to those who had lost their families. Bearing your teeth, you extend your neck forward, the curve of his hand pressing further into your windpipe. 

Javier leans in, you feel his alcohol scented breath ghosting over your countenance. Dragging his lips against your burning skin, he continues to speak. 

“You need to tell me what’s bothering you so I can help,” 

“You help me enough as it is, Javi,” 

He lets out a deep sigh, pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth. You know that he’s not satisfied with your answer but it’s the only answer that you can currently give– 

It only takes you a moment to realize his hand is no longer on your neck. Pain shoots throughout the skin of your cheek, throbbing as the voice echoes right after. Your chest heaves, eyes tearing up as your face contorted with pain. The next one you manage to notice. His hand slices through the air and his open palm clashes with your cheek once more. This time you gasp. Your thighs tremble as you attempt to close your legs but Javier’s body blocks you from doing so. Your cheek continues to throb painfully, pain blossoming across your face while you claw at the sheets. 

Javier grabs your chin and forces your jaw open as he shoves his tongue between your lips. Slick drips down your throbbing cunt, a patch of wetness growing against the sheets. He licks the inside of your mouth and as he parts away he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, pulling painfully. Your heart stutters, hips starting to move on their own while the hurricane of voices in your mind become nothing but faint murmurs. While his one hand rests against your chin, his other hand pulls your nipple, pinching it as he does so. A moan rips from your throat, his teeth now nipping at the side of your chin. Javier continues to abuse the sensitive nub, twisting and pinching it until you’re nothing but a babbling mess. 

“More,” you blurt out. “I want to feel your more,” 

He pulls away, a whine making its way through your parched lips. The fact that he’s fully clothed exhilarates you, a wave of arousal washing over your tired out nerves. His brown eyes travel across your body, stopping at your pussy. Reaching out, he drags two fingers between your folds, you grit your teeth. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you’ve become. 

“Fuck,” 

He’s entranced by how wet you are. Pulling back his fingers, Javier darts out his tongue and tastes you. The sight alone makes your insides ache with want. 

Javier’s eyes lock onto yours right before he winds up his hand and smacks your thigh– You choke on air, the pain rippling across your body like an earthquake while your eyes close shut. Another one follows, harsher compared to the one before. You cry out his name, tears flowing down the apples of your cheeks. Without a care in the world Javier shoves his spit drenched fingers into your core, watching you in an almost borderline bored fashion while your body arches with the pressure. He keeps his hand still, only watching while you grit your teeth. You want to feel him, want to cum around his fingers. You expectantly stare at him, a silent beg for him to move, but he doesn’t. He only stares, waiting for you to take what you want for yourself. 

With a broken sigh you slowly begin to move your hips. Immediately a sense of pleasure washes over you, your lips part with a sheer moan, slowly, you impale yourself on his fingers again and again, grinding as you chase your relief. You whimper his name. Clit throbbing painfully as you try to angle yourself so the shaft of his fingers would graze against it, but all your attempts are futile. Javier’s eyes are glued to your core, watching as your juices make his fingers glisten. Slowly you feel yourself starting to let go, body unwinding as the coil within your stomach tightens. 

“Javier,” you whisper, drawing his attention away from your heat to your face. “Please, I need you,” 

That’s all it takes to make him snap. 

Javier aggressively pulls his fingers out and flips you onto your stomach, you whine as you lift up your hips, eager to feel him deep inside. The familiar sound of a zipper echoes across the room and soon you feel the blunt tip of his cock, the fabric of his jeans scraping against the back of your thighs. Every sensation you feel is enough to have you trembling for him. 

Javier slides his hands up and down your back, nails dragging across your damp skin. The wait is unbearable, you want to feel the delicious stretch of his cock, want to feel those same nails digging into the flesh of your hips– 

But instead you jolt with a smack against your right ass cheek. 

You whimper at the pain blossoming, upper body falling into the pillows while your ass inevitably raises up. Javier smacks you again, the delicious sensation of his palm making you spasm and moan. Thrusting forward, he drags the length of his cock between your folds, slick coating his cock. He rests his hand against your scorched skin, feeling the way it throbs and burns as he kneads the flesh. 

“I don’t want you thinkin’,” he murmurs. “I want you to only focus on me, is that clear?” 

Inaudible whimpers fall from your lips, it’s not the answer he wishes to hear. With a growl rippling through his chest, he winds his hand back a third time and hits you again. 

This time you revel in the pain, eyes rolling back as spit dribbles from the corners of your lips. The constant abuse of the same patch of skin makes you see stars, pleasure mixing with the sharp pain. 

“Is. That. Clear?” 

“Yes!” 

You almost black out at the way he shoves his cock in one swift motion, stuffing you to the brim, heavy balls resting against your still burning flesh. On days less emotionally charged, Javier would wait. He would caress your back until he felt your pussy loosening around him but that wasn’t the case today. He pulls out almost entirely, only the tip resting within you, then he snaps his hips forward, moaning as you scream. Every time he thrusts his hips you feel the air leaving your lungs, your insides squeezes around him, cock stretching you in a delicious way. Javier’s pacing is brutal, rough. Just what you need. You feel every inch of him, every curve and suddenly you find yourself being pulled up, his fingers tangled in your hair as jolts of pain vibrate through your scalp. 

Your naked back is flushed against his clothed chest, hips moving relentlessly as he pounds into you again and again. His breathing is ragged against your skin, teeth nibbling your neck while his grip on your hair tightens. His other hand brushes against the front of your torso and roughly grabs your breast, squeezing it painfully. You see a flash of white everytime he fucks deeper into you, the force of his pelvis enough to bruise. His teeth digs into your skin, tongue lapping over the deep dents he’s making. 

You’re about to shatter into a million pieces, you feel it in your very gut, this is how Javier makes you feel whole again. This is how he loves you and you love him, even if the two of you are still unaware of this fact. 

Your hand reaches up and grabs his wrist, you can feel the veins curving along under his skin, tendons moving violently as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. 

“You ‘bout to come?” he groans, hips slowing down into a grinding motion. You nod. “Come for me then, prove to me how good I make you feel,” 

His hand drops to your aching clit, fingers drawing quick, small circles around the sensitive nub. Your throat hurts as you moan so you moan louder. Your insides flutter around him, you feel the pressure building and building. While he continues to play with your clit, his nails dig into your hips, leaving deep crescent shape marks across your skin. The pain pushes you over the edge. 

You cry out his name, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted wide. You gush all around him, slick dripping down his length and staining the sheets. Javier doesn’t slow down, both his fingers and cock relentless as another orgasm shatters you into a million pieces. You’re sobbing, tears streaming down your face as you babble how much you love him and how grateful you are for his presence. Some part of your muddled up brain signals to you that this is the first time you’ve confessed, but you seem to miss it, his cock still sliding in and out as you cry. 

When you’re left trembling, Javier pulls out with a groan, you fall like a lifeless puppet, breathing heavily as you whimper. He begins to fist his cock, moaning between gritted teeth at the sight of your naked, ruined body. Soon you feel the hot strings of his cum hitting your back and ass, hissing at the way it burns. Javier’s chest heaves as he looks down at you. He breathes heavily as stuffs himself back into his jeans and heads to the bathroom. You stock the supplies in the same place so it’s easy to find, when he returns to the bedroom you have managed to move to your side, eyes glossy with tears. 

While he wipes you clean and murmurs words of praise, it goes into one ear and out the other but you manage to thank him anyway. 

“Don’t mention it,” there’s a tremble in his voice, but with how tired you are, you fail to notice the cause. “I– Did you mean what you said?” 

You try to collect the remainders of your scattered mind, your heart throbs painfully, tears pricking the corners of your eyes once more. In that moment muttering those words felt cathartic, even if it was a fleeting moment you wanted for him to know. You wanted to forget about your loneliness. 

“Javi–” 

“You don’t need to tell me anything if you’re not ready,” he throws the towel to the side and lays down next to you, pulling you close. “Just know that I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need, I’ll provide. Just… promise me you’ll let me in, even if it’s just a little,” 

Your lips crack into a tired smile, you’re still slightly dazed but understand where he’s coming from. You move closer to meet his lips, you wince a bit from the pain but manage to brush your lips against his. 

“Only if you promise the same,” 

“I promise,” 

“I promise too.” 

[loath3d]

i've just done a re-listen of fourth wing (did the graphic audio this time since i just read the physical book the first time) and WOWIE xaden muse is hella here! like this post if you want a XADEN specific starter?? also, i'm officially starting TOG today... it'll be slow moving, assuming i can figure out how to be able to LISTEN to the books without having to pay a lot of money. i signed up for audible for a free month, but i only get 1 credit a month, and then after that it's like $15.99 or something? and on spotify i get like 15hrs worth of audiobooks a month with premium?? but i think unlimited is $9.99?? maybe?? haven't done a bunch of research on it yet but i'll be doing TOG through spotify since the first few books are under 15hrs in audio, then i'll need audible probs...

ANYWAY, like this for a xaden starter! i'll decide in the moment what point in time for the starter lol if you're also a multimuse, please specify who you want the starter for! otherwise, i'll just pick randomly <3

[fistful-of-rage]

|| Museic discussion ask game (w/ a funky name for mun organisation ease hopefully)

Reblog for people to send you a song they associate with your muse in general, in a specific situation, in an au, etc. You can then give your own thoughts on their choice and give your own if you want!

Maybe also specify if you're chill with nsfw if it's not clear already on your blog or to re-emphasise

[solarisgod]

Important portrayal notes + reminders / blog changes

This blog will function more as a multimuse blog for the Starwake System as a whole ( Micah, Philos, Phoebus, Phobos, Aphisto, and Cryael ). It has been nine months since Micah was the primary focused muse, and after three seasons in with the developments of Micah coming to terms with xyr DID and seeing xyr starmates as vital parts of xemself and xyr life, we decide it's time to have this blog be a space for the other main Starwakers to emphasize their plurality and its importance while including the other alters into the narrative more, roleplay and series wise. While we will now always specify to you which Starwaker for starters / prompts, it's optional for you to specify, but ultimately, you don't have to as we can choose which Starwaker fits best with the character and / or scenario. Please do note when plotting, Philos, Phoebus, and Phobos have to be involved with Micah at some point for easier interactions for both parties.

From this point onward while Micah is re-figuring out xyr identity and learning xyr origin more in season four, Micah will be using xe / it / they pronouns, in that order of preference. We understand not everyone is familiar with neopronouns and are not used to using them, as well as it takes time to get used to switching different main pronouns, but we most politely ask to please try to make the effort in using xe / xyr / xem pronouns with xem more often, in and out of character. They / them are fine to be used often as both singular and plural pronouns, but if we directly ask to use xyr neopronouns more often and are ignored, it's simply a hardblock.

it's now been confirmed that Micah is the child of the incarnations / embodiments of Sun and Moon themselves, with the Earth likely being xyr third parent to xyr view, Astrifer / Stellaris Cry being xyr real name. This is a gentle reminder that Micah is an extremely powerful character due to xyr antigodeus status and celestial connections. Micah is very much capable of injuring or killing if xyr rage gets to xem, so we expect no infantilization with Micah while any in character mistreatment towards xem will face retaliation.

The Starwake System's right arm is still temporarily paralyzed since the end of November while they have flowers growing out of their bite punctures Warlock was responsible of. It will likely be fully recovered either in the middle or end of January. If your muse is close to them, they are very much welcome to be aware of it without our permission, but Micah or any other Starwakers will only mention they got injured from work, yet will be fully recovered soon.

[amplichor]

this is a new SHIPPING & * BONDS CALL ! ! if you'd be interested in exploring a bond with utahime ! ( including but not limited to enemies , platonic , familial, romantic , sexual , etc. ) then you can give this post a big fat ♥ ! ( multi's please specify ! )

a few things before you like this post !

i practice multiship exclusivity with romantic relationships , while i am multiship , if we' re shipping our muses romantically then youre the only portrayal i'll ship with and i'll expect this in return — this is for my own comfort . . that being said, this is not a first come first serve situation !! i'd much rather write with you at least a little beforehand to make sure our muses / portrayals have chemistry as well as our writing meshing in the right way, if i have duplicates of people wanting to ship this helps me narrow it down ! i also prefer speaking ooc. on a regular basis, if i'm comfortable with you it's much easier for me to ship with you ! — liking this post does not guarantee that we will ship !

what's in it for you ?

➤ i never shut up about my ships so i'll always be buzzing in your ear like an annoying fly , we'll be friends !

➤ a billion threads , ideas, headcannons and asks. ( you're giving me permission to spam )

➤ graphics ( including manga colorings , edits, drawings and more . ) spotify playlists, pinterest boards, etc .

[outoftheirdifferences]

Anyone want to interact with Lilo? I just rewatched Stitch Has a Glitch and I'm FEELING THINGS; and I'd been thinking of re-adding her to this blog anyway, so I thought now seemed like a good time to slide out some small starters with her.

Like or reply if you're interested, specify muse if multi, please! ^^

[charlotte-liddel]

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙  𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘊𝘈𝘕  𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠  𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌  𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘈  𝘓𝘖𝘛  𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME :  Elipseon

PRONOUNS :  She/Her

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION :  If we're mutuals then generally tumblr IM system is fine. Sometimes I'll add some mutuals onto discord after a while too since I don't always haunt the dash. I also speak through tags on threads.

NAME  OF  MUSE(S) : Charlotte (For this main blog, all others are side blogs), @lockhart-investigations for Meia and Enzo, @inky-anemone for Anemone, @grounded-sparrow for Suzume, @lyanna-of-aryllia for Lyanna and @tempestuous-melody for Muirín. (For the side blogs, I will do threads on them usually by request since I don't promote them too much)

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ) :  Casually for about nearly 20 years at this point.

BEST  EXPERIENCE : I'd have to say that Kinkoz so far has been one of my best experiences in just both RP and OOC chatting. I'm a fairly guarded individual with most, and I don't trust easy. There are others too certainly that I enjoy writing with and do my best to keep up letting people know I am aware and care best I can.

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS : There are a few things that become deal breakers for me, and some are rather common. To keep it simple I'll quick fire them: Not tagging posts properly (especially leaving meme prompts untagged), Live-blogging mun actions/game playing constantly on an RP blog (This includes trying to hide the live blogging as character actions, and to do so for consecutive hours each day), Any participation in witch hunts/callout culture, Any sort of specified name dropping/airing of a private issue or falling out with another mun on their RP blogs (Just don't do that, it's self destructive), Lying about age to get into NSFW interactions with an older mun (Anyone claiming to be 18-20 I am wary of for the risks they might be 15-17 due to past experiences), and finally Clout/Popularity chasing within the RPC/Giving outwardly Popular blogs reply priority over longer time close mutuals/friends. That last one I see too often, and I will generally quietly remove myself from people who try to play that Popularity chasing game by dropping friends and mutuals the popular people don't like. This is a hobby, not a re-enactment of high school interpersonal drama.

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,   ANGST  OR  SMUT : I enjoy fluff and angst like any other. Smut is reserved for mutuals I trust and discord only, since I will rarely write it and only do so with proper chemistry.

PLOTS  OR  MEMES : I don't really run memes all that often, if it isn't obvious, and I prefer plots. Nothing ever too overly thought out so the interaction can be fun, but just enough so we have an idea of where we're going.

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES :  I'll do either really, but I prefer mid to long over short where I can help it.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : It can vary day to day sometimes, but usually in the evening for me.

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S) :  There's a bit of my values set in each of my muses, obviously. The blunt honestly and slightly erratic natures are the obvious, alongside the love of music. Beyond that though, each of my muses has personalities that vary well beyond myself and I enjoy writing them for those differences.

tagged by: @wayward-sword (How dare you tag me Kinkoz XD)

tagging: @baymaxmuses , @strawberry-barista , @hellahell , @hellcab and honestly whoever else of my mutuals who would like to steal this off me!

[walkitoffrogers]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

In general, I follow an MCU timeline with Steve and mix in comics connections/plots as needed, unless specified in an AU verse. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers. However, I do not include Endgame/Old!Steve in any of my interpretations unless it's a fix-it verse. Regardless of verse, I pretty much always include Steve's Remender comics backstory of an abusive, alcoholic father, but I default on his MCU history with Bucky and transformation into Captain America.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I'm happy to ship Steve with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Bucky Barnes (happy to write and rewrite every AU for my favorite idiots), Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Stark Possible Ships: Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson, Matt Murdock, probably most of the Avengers NOTPs: Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter, MCU Wanda Maximoff (I will play against her, but he thinks of her more like a little sister), MCU Peter Parker, most muses who are significantly younger (I enjoy writing Nomad!Daddy on request, but keep in mind that's going to work better with canon AU muses, since Steve isn't the type to go picking up coeds. If he's calling them "kid," he's gone parent-mode, sorry.) Family: Dad!Steve is one of my favorites, so I'm always happy to play against his canon (Ian, James, Ellie) or OC kids Other: all Avengers, Kobik, Mantis, Logan Howlett, Yelena Belova, Howling Commandos

default verses:

catfa: An MCU verse with any events that take place during or before Captain America: The First Avenger, including any with pre-serum Steve, before the Valkyrie crashes.

catws: An MCU verse with any events that take place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier or relate to Project Insight.

cacw: An MCU verse with any events that include Steve's search for Bucky while he's on the run, leading up to and including the Avenger's Civil War and his time in Wakanda.

endgame: An MCU verse with any events that take place during the Blip or the second fight with Thanos. The primary verse for Nomad!Steve.

mcu: An MCU verse with any events taking place after Steve comes out of the ice, usually divergent from the above timelines.

alt!postblip: A post-Endgame canon-divergent MCU verse where Steve passes the shield on to Sam and stays in the current timeline like a character who didn’t just undo 3+ movies of development. He’s there to help Bucky and Sam re-adjust to the world post-blip and learn the ropes on being Cap.

616: A mix of 616 and headcanons, typically written for comics muses who don't acknowledge things like the MCU Civil War or Thanos. It may reference other comics events, like the time Steve spent in Kobik's mindscape with Red Skull controlling his body.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

mcu/comics aus:

alt!firstavenger: An MCU AU where Stephanie “Stevie” Rogers poses as a man to join the army after she’s laughed out of the enlistment office. Erskine decides to give her a chance anyway. Who knows? There are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what they need now is a woman. (fem!steve / fc: kat mcnamara)

alt!tfatws: An MCU AU where Steve returns to the past in an attempt to alter the timeline to keep Bucky from Hydra and Natasha from the Red Room. Instead, he’s captured by the Time Variance Authority and held for four months, until he conspires with Loki to break out. He returns to his own timeline the night of Sam’s Captain America speech.

castaway: An MCU/616 mashup where the events of Castaway in Dimension Z happen two and a half years into the Blip. Steve is abducted to Dimension Z, a twisted sci-fi dimension ruled by Arnim Zola and his mutates. Steve rescues an infant from Zola's lab and raises him as his son, Ian, for ten years on the run, and often ends up in other universes using the multidimensional elevator. Duplicate friendly!

dad!verse: Any MCU/616 mashup AU where Steve has canon or OC children. While I'm happy to accept children from any muse, please do not assume Steve is still with the other parent in the present timeline without prior discussion (e.g., I do not ship him with Peggy or Sharon and will not write him in a current ship with them, although they may have been together in the past).

dark!hydraworld: A comics AU set in Earth-85826, where fascist dictator Arnim Zola rules the world with Hydra. While the real Steve Rogers leads an underground resistance, Hydra is unable to isolate and replicate the serum from his DNA and instead creates a clone. Captain Hydra is raised on fascist ideologies and knows nothing else, until the multiverse elevator explodes and tosses him into various universes/timelines. (hydra!cap)

dark!winterverse: An MCU AU where Steve and Bucky both fall from the train and are captured and brainwashed as Winter Soldiers. They work together for decades until Steve starts to regain his memories. (winter!soldier)

earth-3490: A blip comics universe where Steve is married to Natasha Stark (Iron Woman). When he discovers the Winter Soldier file, he takes it to his wife, she has time to adjust to the idea, and the Avengers’ Civil War never happens.

hydra!world: A comics universe set in Earth-85826, where fascist dictator Arnim Zola rules the world with Hydra. Steve Rogers leads an underground resistance alongside the Avengers and his kids, Ian and Ellie Rogers.

superhusbands: An MCU AU where Bucky doesn’t fall from the train in the Alps. Steve catches him, and they go after Red Skull together. They’re both on the Valkyrie when it crashes into the ocean and wake up together seventy years later.

welcome to westview: Roughly a month after Endgame, Steve ventures into Westview to investigate and gets stranded there in a false happily ever after scenario.

what if: For Steve Rogers, the fight with Red Skull for the cube and the the Battle of New York are only two weeks apart. Feeling disillusioned by fighting the same fights and getting nowhere, he looks for other ways to help. When someone jokingly suggests he run for Mayor of New York City, he decides to give it a try, expecting to lose but gain experience. Instead, he wins by a landslide and is started on the path to presidency. (president!rogers)

modern/realistic aus:

almost famous: A no-powers AU where Steve is an actor, primarily the well-known star of superhero action movies.

bodyguard: A no-powers AU where Steve is an ex-Army Captain who now works in private security.

college!verse: A no-powers AU where Steve Rogers transfers to a new school in his junior year after the death of Sarah Rogers to finish his art degree

welcome to new york: A no-powers AU where Steve graduates from the NYC School of Visual Arts and works as a graphic novelist.

fandom specific aus:

​fortune & glory: An Indiana Jones AU set in 1941 where Professor Rogers is sent after the Ark of the Covenant.

gods & avengers: An MCU AU where the Avengers are reincarnations of Greek gods, and Steve accepts the mantle of Hades during the battle of Wakanda to defeat Thanos and stop the snap from happening. (hades!steve)

part of your world: Captain Rogers is already causing a stir as one of the youngest successful sailors in the country when he learns through chance that mermaids of folklore are real.

safe haven: After the Battle of Wakanda, Steve walked off the battlefield, picked up his infant daughter, Ellie, and disappeared. Three years into the snap, he owns a quiet seaside inn called Blue Haven.

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where Steve defrosts at the start of the apocalypse. He's never known the modern world without the undead in it.

you jump, i jump: A Titanic AU set in 1912, where artist Steve Rogers wins a ticket on the Titanic in a card game and hopes to finally return home to New York City.

[aftermoved]

OKAY, i have gone through and removed all inactive blogs from my following list and re-found as many as i could. we are SET. i want to do some writing!

SO I GUESS THIS A STARTER CALL :)

specify muse pls!

[roastlark081]

Some disorganized musings, bouncing off another post...

Tumblr user @mmmmalo, better known for their Homestuck works, brought up several interesting points re: the film adaptation of The Silence of the Lambs. Currently, I'm interested in the fact that we have "Hannibal's snotty psychologist insisting he isn't a mere "turnkey" (sounds like turkey), only for Starling moments later to bring up an island host to "terns" (a seabird)."

Cut, yet again, for length.

In both the novel and the movie, there's a moment before Starling's initial contact with Lecter where Chilton shows her the photograph of what injuries were inflicted on that unfortunate nurse - in the novel, however, it's specified that when he does that, she feels that he's "a thirsty chicken pecking tears off her face."

To get that quote I searched 'chicken' in the PDF I have access to and though it's not really a full-blown revelation, later Lecter folds an origami chicken that pecks while being interrogated... Interesting. From the scraps the Senator's daughter is fed, she uses a chicken bone to lure the dog/lamb Precious to the pit... Also tenuous, but now it's on the damn mind.

Of course, Clarice Starling is so flagrant it hardly even needs to be pointed out, but in the first 20 minutes Hannibal tells her to "fly back to school" and softly repeats fly, fly, fly... Relevant to the ironic imprisonment by symbols of flight (phrase borrowed from the aforementioned post), first instance of such.

There's also the phrasing of "fledgling killer," used after the discovery of Raspail's head in a jar (in storage). Since we're playing the word association game, it's worth pointing out the connection between Lecter's suggestion of flight and a fledgling (a bird that has only just received its flight feathers).

Before the "turnkey - tern" line, during the Senator's daughter kidnapping scene, she refers to her cat (meowing in the window) as "little cheeper." After she's struck over the head and locked in the back of the truck, the cat is shown in the same window, stuck in the apartment, still "cheeping," a caged bird? Same position that Catherine Baker Martin is now in, maybe?

Jame Gumb's broken arm act is clearly riffing off Ted Bundy's same strategy, but it also reminds me of Killdeer and their notorious 'broken wing display' in response to predation. It apparently is a response that peaks after the young hatch, before they fledge, which is relevant to mmmmalo's point about Gumb cradling Precious the dog like both a lamb and the way a mother would a nursing baby - recall the nipple piercing with the droplet.

Hannibal is later moved to a prison in Tennessee, where he's caged in the center of a room, much preferable to his confinement in the BSHCI... A gilded cage is still a cage. I was looking up the phrase, and was made aware of the song "A Bird in a Gilded Cage," a showtune; along the same the lines as Lecter's invocation of "People Will Say We're in Love," perhaps.

When Starling approaches the Bimmel family home before the confrontation with Gumb, Fredrica's father is tending to pigeons... Doves. Gives me the sense of a more religious slant than necessarily connected to the other points, if anything... Nothing jumps to mind.

That's all I've got at the current moment... Need to get my hands on the other books, so that I might make further comparison.

[dutyworn]

Think I've responded to all IMs about plotting re: this blog, therefore plotting call! (Alternatively simply reply "memes" to this post and I will send memes instead.) You do not have to have any ideas in mind. If we end up with a "uhh plotting" "no ideas" chat that's fine, we will try again another time, no need to dread that chance! Doesn't need to be heavy plot either, tell me what genres/tropes you like if you want, or a random out of context scenario, and we will go from there! I prefer discord (my handle is in my rules) but IMs are fine as well. We've never as much as peeped hi to each other before? Like this anyway! We already have over nine thousand plots? Like this anyway! If you write more than one muse, it'd help if you could specify muse or give a few options, but I can pick if it's to plot; if asking for memes, then please specify.

[wanou-dorm]

Chessy and odd Pick up lines Prompts

Cheesy Pick lines Prompts 

Odd and Cheesy Pickup lines I’ve found across the Web Mainly Joke4us and Pick up line.net. 

Put on in the Ask Box( specify characters saying it ) and ask  one muse of mine to React to it 

Hey, I’m writing an article on the finer things in life and I was hoping I could interview you.

Do you ever wear fishnets? Because you’re a real catch.

Are you a gardener? I like your tulips

Titanic. That’s my icebreaker. What’s up?

"Roses are red, Violets are blue, You can be my Cinderella, I'll even give you a shoe" 

So, it is a lie that fairies only appear in dreams.

Your voice is so a-do-re-ble to mi. 

I might not be Shawn Mendes, but your gonna love it when I call you "Senorita". 

Are you Stacy's mom? Cause you've got it going on. 

You must be the North Star, because the light around you guided me here 

Is your dad a thief? Why? Cause I saw him steal all the stars out of the sky and put them in your eyes. 

Would you touch me so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel? 

You must be (insert Famous Person here) twin sister/Brother ; the one they don't talk about because she/he's much more beautiful 

Are you an octopus? Because you octopi my thoughts.

So do you like stawberries or blueberries? [choose one] cause i need to know what kind of pancakes to order you in the morning

Are you an alien? because you just abducted my heart 

Are you a angel? cause I'm allergic to feathers * fake sneeze * 

With my IQ and your body we could begin a race of genetic superchildren to conquer the earth.

Do you have a Bandaid? Cos I just scraped my knee falling for you. 

Are you a mermaid?, cause your cute as shell.

My mom told me that life is like a deck of cards, so you must the be queen of hearts. 

Girl you must be made of Florine, Iodine, and Neon, because you are FINe 

You know why Men are so much sexier than women? Because you can't spell sexy without "xy". 

Are you coral reef? Because I'm in love with your beauty.

You must be a compound of beryllium and barium...because your a total BaBe. 

Hi does your body consist of Oxygen and Neon?, because you are the ONe. 

Are you full of Beryllium, Gold, and Titanium, because you are Be-Au-Ti-Ful 

Im attracted to you so strongly, scientists will have to develop a fifth fundamental force. 

Shiitake happens, our love doesn't.

Baby you're so cute you made my page 404. 

I'm not being obtuse, you are being acute girl 

Our love is like dividing by zero.... you cannot define it 

I less than three you..... (i < 3 you) 

At absolute zero, you would still move me. 

Your beauty defies real and complex analysis. 

Your hottness is the only reason we can't reach absolute zero. 

I wish I was your coronary artery, so that I could be wrapped around your heart. 

Roses are #FF0000, violets are #0000FF. All my base are belong to you. 

Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (holds up mirror)

Are you a keyboard? Because you are my type.

Whether Jafar or Ja-Close I'll always be yours.

It's like Beauty and the Beast. I'm the Beauty you are the Beast.

I'm the eighth dwarf, Sexy.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la don't be scared, you got the moves prepared, you want to kiss me, girl.

I can take you to infinity and beyond.

Hey cutie, is that Cupid's arrow in your bow?

I'll be your Tramp, if you'll be my Lady.

Is your name David? Because I'm pretty sure you could have only be crafted at the hands of Michelangelo.

Are you a fly guy? Because you sweep me off my feet.

I used to waste time chasing butterflies , but nowadays because of you, I have them in my stomach.

You're like a butterfly beautiful to see but hard to catch.

I always think BC stand for Before You Came Into My Life;

couldn’t help but notice that you’re not a B-rachiosaurus, but a DD-rachiosaurus.

When I kissed you, I saw fireworks. Or Jubilee. Either way.

You activated my heart!

Aye girl, you a Twix? Cause I want both sides of you.

You mint a lot to me.

You candy cane do it.

You look sad, let me sprinkle some of good vibes at you baby.   

Are you cake? Cause I want a piece of that.

Did you just fall from heaven's bakery? Because you look as tasty as an angel cake.

You are on my list of things I'd do for a Klondike bar.

You put the 'hot' in hot fudge sundae.

You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.

Are you a fruit, because Honeydew you know how fine you look right now?

Are you sure you're not an alien because you've just abducted my heart!

Can I borrow your cell phone? I need to call animal control, because I just saw a fox!

Did god take the thunder out the sky and put it in your thighs?!

Excuse me, could you please dial down your hotness, it's causing global warming

Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.

Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back