filth infatuated.

do you ever find a muse really interesting, but then find out they got a really problematic fc??? rip potential cool plots ig!

“ would you look at that, my favourite human being right in front of me! “ he exclaims, ten feet away from her. his tone was sweet, too sweet, like sour candy dipped in sugar. and despite the huge smile dressing his face, nothing could conceal the ENORMOUS black eye tarnishing almost half of his face. the purple skin, swollen to the point he couldn’t properly open his eye, painful tears bubbling at its corner, specks of dried blood left untouched because ew, but also ow. his trembling lips grasping onto a cheerful tone, but he couldn’t cover the pain so easily.

do NOT show your excitement, kihyun. keep it on the down low, small smile, rocking slowly on your feet-- not too slow or that’s just creepy. his eyes follow her as she’s introduced to the room, a tiny nod at her presence. the state of the place wasn’t great at all;  trash everywhere, blood-soaked towels litter the floor and a lingering smell of...shit? death? haunt the room. kihyun, his hands into several pairs of medical gloves, multiple masks hanging around his neck, he walks over to the girl, keeping a safe, hygienic distance between them. “ really glad to have you here! ” he starts, toning down his excitement with a cough.

it’s not weird dw!! tbh it’s a bit of both. when i first started saintguts I *did* smut here n there, but after a while it was like . Does this person want to roleplay with me or do they want to fulfill their r*pe fetish? i think i put a full stop to it when someone told me their muse would “eventually enjoy the sexual abuse further into the thread”. i was rly disgusted bc i never wanted my muse to be used as an excuse to romanticize abuse.

“ please, tell me this isn’t-- “ he turns his face away from the monstrosity, eyes watering at the sight before them, “ --yours?  ” a cough or two before he drags the girl to a safer spot, two fingers carefully pinched onto her sleeve, wiping them on his clothes as soon as he lets go. “ next time you’re going to-- uh, get a fridge, for whatever fucking reason-- check inside, yeah? ” kihyun covers his face, peers back through slim fingers; and just stares. for some reason, he can’t take his eyes away from the slimy brown that’s dribbling down the open door, blinking at the flickering fridge light ambushed by who knows how many flies. oof, the thought of their tiny round bodies buzzing against each other as they fight for the last bits of decaying GRIME makes him shudder, almost grabbing onto merci for emotional support. almost. 

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     she has finally reached the controls, enters the code & the entire building falls silent. fucking finally, her ears are probably permanently damaged. maybe she’d always hear this penetrant ringing from now on, cool !!  at least ara can finally hear herself think, that & she can take note of a bunch of other weird noises coming from SOMEWHERE inside the building. water rushing through pipes ??  hopefully. let’s not make tonight memorable as the night she’s seen her first ghost. 

it maybe takes another ten ( more like fifteen ) minutes until she reaches the vaults. memory please don’t fuck me over right now, you better remember the goddamn code. the card she had formerly BORROWED from the banks manager was now resting between her fingertips. fuck. of course she jinxed it, OF COURSE the code suddenly seemed to have disappeared from her mind. & so she stands completely dumbfounded in front of the last barrier to a good life. cool, part two !!  

as her phone rings she MAY have flinched, not expecting any sudden noises, other than nearing footsteps, that is. a glance on the display & she rolls her eyes. god, what is his deal ??  worst partner in crime, EVER. can’t even do simple shit, & then calls to … do what ??  check up on her ?? 

❛  oh my god, WHAT ??  it’s been twenty minutes, chill the fuck out. i’ve almost got it. hold on.  ❜  almost got it. almost. except that she can’t remember the fucking code.  ❛  wait. i hear something, has anyone come in ??  you’re supposed to watch the fucking door.  ❜

“ twenty?? no, no-- just-- come back! WITH the money that you have, right? “ okay, he might not have been the best guard dog out there, but he tried his best. she did forget to tell him that there was a back door, so it wasn’t completely his fault. Not at all. they should be splitting the money 75/25, just because the stress he’s putting his body through is unbearable.

and then it happens. he’s turning the key, but the engine isn’t starting. he’s trying a second- third- fourth-- wipes his hands with the hand sanitizer-- fifth- sixth- nothing. he’s freaking out, so much he believes he can see ara’s dead skin that naturally falls off with every movement. it’s natural, kihyun, it’s not dirty. but it’s everywhere on the passenger’s seat and ugh she can’t just sit in her own filth again. that’s it, the car doesn’t work because it’s just too dirty.

“ listen,...you have to run the fuck out of there. “ hero kihyun pulls out A GUN out of his pocket, steps outside of the car and targets the bank’s front door. his hands are shaking so bad that the sound of the clinking bullets inside drives him N U T S. they’re not even following a proper rhythm, a headache ensues and the hyperventilation begins.

“ i’ll see you outside-- waiting for you-- with the money. “ kihyun hangs up, takes a few steps back, bends down and vomits last night’s dinner on to the fresh snow. he can still make out the vegetable he forcefully shoved down his throat, only this time it was covered in a watery mucus substance. he gags at the steam coming out of the pile of what once was food, and quickly covers up his nose and his mouth. he can’t be breathing in the toxic particles of his own.

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    ❛  seriously ??  ❜  a deep, overly dramatic sigh, hand brought up to rub her forehead, eyes closing for the extra effect. ❛  fine, i’ll go in, get the money & you stay here in the car & just watch out for someone possibly walking by, or you know, POLICE. basically just be ready to drive as fast as you can once i’m back out.  ❜  note to self: don’t split 50/50 because you’ve been doing most of the work. the hood she’s wearing is pulled further into her face as she nods to signal him it was about to start. sweet, sweet money, all of her problems would disappear in just a few moments from now. ara’s body is aching for the money, hands tingling by the mere thought of it.  ❛  wish me luck.  ❜  & with that she lunges forward, to the door, equipment out of her pockets to pick the lock ; it takes maybe a few seconds, AT MOST. as soon as the door swings open the alarm hits off ; she knows where to turn it off, it’s just inside. a quick glance behind, a thumbs up directed to her partner in crime & ara’s in, making her way through the eerie dark bank building to get to the controls of this annoying ass alarm. 

oh, he has a baaaad feeling about this. it’s crawling all over his skin, and brr, he can’t shake it off. the sweat on his hands is becoming sticky, his throat dry, cracking-- someone was going to die. and it wasn’t going to be him. he glances over at the girl, stares at her mouth because it’s making that...mouth noise. you know, the one. kihyun quickly looks away, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to NOT think about bad breath contaminating the air around him, like tiny angry, puss-filled goblins invading his nostrils and his mouth and-- he holds back a gag. 

“ don’t die out there, huh. ” that should be caring enough. it’s just that he knows if she dies, he’ll be the one operating her autopsy and he doesn’t really feel like looking at her naked, rotting body staring right back at him with disappointment. he picks up the tiny hand sanitizer and cleans his hands before placing them both on the wheel, squeezing at the leather. “ actually, i can come if you want t-- ” she’s gone, just like that.

and just like that, his heart starts pounding. should he go in? should he wait? should he bail and leave her? Wait for the money AND THEN leave her? he stares at the water bottle in the cup compartment, remembers how she drank from it and leaves it untouched. maybe he was the one who was going to die, of thirst. he looks around- no one. it was safe. he finally decides to dial her number-- she was taking long, he was freaking out, and no one was around.