#saengjonja

Capturing that brimmed cap had been too easy. He had put up a little bit of a fight, resisting his capture with a couple of spells to defend himself, but someone who was as skilled in battle and who had caught countless witches that had dabbled in forbidden spells as Easthies, he immediately understood that this had to be part of a bigger scheme. No brimmed cap would ever let themselves be caught by a Knight Moralis, and no captive would ever be as cocky as the witch that was now staring at Easthies from where he was locked away behind bars.

Easthies did not understand why exactly the Three Wise thought it was clever to keep the witch imprisoned in the dungeon of the Great Hall, he was especially upset with Vinanna, she out of all people should know how important it was to keep their principles in order, to guide their world with the laws they had established after the pact. He had been trained to protect the world of witches, he would fight for it and give his life for it, so he failed to understand the hesitation in erasing this witch’s memories, but it was even worse that Easthies himself didn’t seem to be able to keep himself away from the prisoner.

He was the deputy captain of the Knights Moralis, it should be his job to write reports and oversee the training of the other witches on his team, but instead he found himself walking down the dark corridor towards the dungeon. Jae. That was the captured brimhat’s name, for all Easthies knew it could be a nickname, a fake name, not that it mattered in any way, it was only a matter of time until his memories would get erased and this man would be turned into a hapless outsider.

Then what was he doing here? Easthies fidgeted a little with one of the clasps he had worked into his hair, slightly tugging on it, using the slight pain on his scalp to keep himself grounded and concentrated. He was tired, when was the last time he had slept for more than two hours? He was in no condition to deal with the too confident imprisoned witch and yet here he was.

The gaze of his red eyes wandered over Jae’s body and he pressed his lips into a thin line as he noticed that his skin was covered in all kinds of tattoos, signs and seals, all Easthies could see was skin covered in forbidden magic.

“You disgust me”, Easthies said with a voice that matched the dullness of his eyes and still he took a step towards the cell, his fingers itched with the need to draw forward his pennant, to erase this man’s memories himself if the Wise no longer had the courage to be as ruthless as the pact required. He knew they wanted to use Jae to find the hiding place of the brimmed caps, to have Jae tell them the names of his fellow brimhats, but Easthies couldn’t help but feel like the longer they kept Jae around the longer they played into the brimmed cap’s schemes.

“What is it you are planning?”, Easthies asked then, standing close enough that he could reach out a hand to touch Jae if they both remained in place, but he couldn’t think of anything that appalled him more than the hands of that witch anywhere near him.

how barton got to this point in time with him lying sprawled out on his stomach, his chest, face, and lower body tinged a bright red color, as well as him feeling like he was going out of his mind because of jae-hyo was quite the story — though to begin, let's just say that they started their relationship through word-of-mouth. barton had heard that jae controlled certain networks through his gang that would be immensely helpful for him to move certain types of ''merchandise'' through (which was organs and modified bodies, as it were) and reached out to jae because of that, which resulted in the other saying they could try scratching each other's backs that day as he had been wanting to discuss a 'real estate' opportunity with someone else (that was really a front for something darker, of course). but in any case, their relationship started off with them testing each other's boundaries a bit as the undercurrent while they just got a taste of what it would be like to do business with each other.

and as it turned out, this first meeting would be the foundation through which they soon developed a sort of 'tit-for-tat' relationship, with barton perhaps providing jae with a modified organ for his black market business once and him clearing up a gambling debt for one of his 'associates' in return (for example). either way, it seemed as if with every favor, things were slowly becoming more personal and intense. and barton now looked forward to meeting up with jae, as it were, as there was something morbidly fascinating about the way he discussed ruining people's lives so casually. this fascination transformed into something else all at once, though, whenever he tags along with jae on a run for him to collect a debt... and instead of just intimidating his target, jae-hyo pretty much breaks them down completely, humiliating them in public before making an example out of them.

displays of power, unbeknowst to jae himself, were something that barton found incredibly attractive and because of that — the doctor found himself suddenly riddled with goosebumps on his arms and back at how easily it seemed jae had commanded the situation around him, along with how he 'took care of business' in such a brutal but perfectly calculated way. it was no wonder why, whenever the next time they met, the sense of attraction barton felt to jae-hyo got even stronger the next time they met. though it appeared as if the other had noticed this that time, according to the glint in jae's eye, as the tops of barton's cheeks became blotchy with a pink pigment in a blush whenever he was forcing a business rival to sign over his assets while mocking the man in question.

but its the noticing that led to the events of what was happening now, as jae points out how dependent barton had become on his network, essentially humiliating him now to push him to his limit. this made a spontaneous but not entirely unexpected reaction fire up within the doctor as a visible tent had formed in his trousers, and jae noticed this. what happened from there was a bit of a blur as it all seemed to happen so fast; him being asked to come with jae to someplace, then being commanded to strip like it was the most natural thing in the world, to getting on his stomach with his hands above his head for the other. it was from there that his hands were tied to the headboard, as barton guessed that maybe the other wanted him to simply take whatever he was going to give him and that's all.

well, barton thought as of now, he knew what jae had in mind for him thus far as he'd been thrusting within him using his strap so deliciously... but it wasn't enough for the doctor to cum as the other seemed to be doling out the most pleasurable kind of torture and that was avoiding his prostate intentionally. jae had been doing it for long enough for barton to have tears in his eyes, too, as he wanted so badly to cum but every single time he tried to angle his hips the right way to get stimulation to that spot that'd make him release? jae would stop him with the grip on his hips, and barton was just about ready to start drooling because of his treatment to him. he'd just buried himself in barton once more as he pulled at the restraints around his wrists for the millionth time even though it was a hopeless cause to try to do anything with his hands, a long whine leaving the blonde as a strand of saliva did trail out from his mouth involuntarily.

Give my muse advice they didn’t ask for! || Accepting

He nods. Mmmhmm mmmhmm. Taking it in as though he is being given sage advice.

And yet

"Or you can use a gun."

“姐姐，you were going to make the long trip here without telling me?! You should’ve said something!”

【 He wipes off his face with a napkin, looking embarrassed — he loved surprises like this, except for the being caught off guard part! 】

Lifting his hand Easthies pressed his hand to his now bleeding neck, he could feel two very small puncture wounds there, left behind by the brimmed cap’s sharp fangs. He had been careless. A wave of nausea ran through his system as he watched Jae’s elongated neck snap back to normal as soon as he broke the seal he had formed by holding his fingers together. It was despicable, being this covered in forbidden magic and being proud about the changes it brought to one’s body. The man before him was no witch anymore, he was a monster. Easthies had been unaware of just how severe the changes to Jae’s body would be once he activated the magic inscribed on his skin, it had taken him by surprise and he was being punished for it as he felt the poison slowly make its way through his body.

His vision started to blur as he stared at the brimmed cap with open disgust and anger.. and a slight hint of panic. He couldn’t let himself be captured, not by Jae and his merry band of brimmed fiends, but already he could feel his insides burning, trying to fight off the poison, which would be impossible without knowing what kind of poison it was. And without an antidote. For a brief moment Easthies wondered.. did Jae have an antidote on him? Would the poison be lethal? No, he had mentioned he was only supposed to capture Easthies, they would not let him die, but falling into the hands of the brimmed caps sounded like a fate far worse.

What was even worse than the way the poison made it difficult to breathe was the obnoxious way the other witch laughed, he laughed so hard he had to wipe tears from the corners of his beautiful eyes, and Easthies couldn’t even blame him. Falling for his stupid tricks was incredibly embarrassing for a Knight of Easthies’s standing, he had every reason to laugh about him, which did not mean Easthies wouldn’t be equally upset about it.

“This is just a small victory. Capturing me will not bring you any closer to the Three Wise or the destruction of witch society”, he said with a confidence that was as faked as it was real. Easthies did not believe himself to be someone whose disappearance from the world would bring much of a change, except that the Knights Moralis would have to look for a new Deputy Captain.

Easthies dropped to a knee, one hand flat on the ground to hold himself up, but it was obvious that he was already in very bad shape; his heart was pounding in his chest, his body felt like it was burning and still he trembled as if he were a man wandering through snow without a coat on. Everything about Easthies was defiance, that was the way he had been raised and trained, and still, not even he could hide every trace of fear as he looked up at Jae, the tremble of his body getting worse and worse.

"Your magnanimity? I can't quite put my finger of it exactly, but- You seem to be able to take a lot in quiet and enduring stride. You're genteel and poised, but you don't tolerate nobody else's shit either. You've got this presence I just can't ignore and feel myself being drawn in and wanting to uncover even more about you."

"And the fact that you can fit my entire goddamn noggin inside of your powerful jaws is like, extremely fuckin' hot, as an added bonus."

What is my muse’s most attractive feature? || Accepting

"You put a lot of stock into your impression of strangers."

He really wasn't sure how to take such comments. He hardly viewed himself as 'the whole package' but this surely wasn't the first instance of someone thinking much more about him than he thought of them.

And then Jae-hyo kept talking and he couldn't help but audibly scoff. It was a loud and chillingly bitter sound.

"I'm sorry. I'm just going to go ahead and stop this right there. You don't know me. Any impression you have, it's your own projection. And from where I'm standing, it's largely off base. I don't wish to be known and for your sake it's better if you don't."

There was a long hissing sound as he deflates after such agitation.

"Just stick to enjoying the fact I can fit your head in my mouth."

Yet Another A-Z Smut Headcanon Prompt // @saengjonja

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Lae'zel appears rather lanky by human standards, but by githyanki standards she is incredibly strong, mostly in her upper body. Her arms in particular are well-muscled and if one were to squeeze her arms, they would feel rock hard. Her skin is covered in various scars from her time training in her crèche.

She particularly enjoys being touched around her chest and hips. But, unless you're very close with her or she trusts you, do not touch around her neck area. She can and has broken fingers and arms for that.

B -Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

Aya definitely appreciates a muscled physique, but she also doesn't mind softness. For her, body type is purely preference and she judges more on personality over physique. Having a nice body that she likes to look at and touch is a bonus.