( open & closed. )

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Who: karakurenai & co.
When: throughout the month.
Where: various / stated in thread.
What: catch-all for misc. threads.
Rating: r-18, probably.

( basically this is an open & closed prompt post. i didn't want to clog up the log comm, so! feel free to leave a comment and i will come up with a prompt for us. or, feel free to plan with me on plurk @ playlists. if you came here to pick up your threads i owe you, look no further! ↓↓↓ )

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( there's absolutely no single shred of remorse on his features. not even a hint or a ghost of an apology prepared on the tip of his tongue. though, despite none of these sentiments readily being available on his features... something else is completely visible in its stead. his initial shock, and the pleasant smirk that manages to plaster onto his lips soon after. he knew she was bold, but evidently.... she was far and vastly bolder than any of his initial considerations.

unfortunately, his fingers seem to be caught at an awkward angle, perfectly attached within... its delicate confines. hence, when she pushes, all she really gets is her leg... slowly rising with his hand?? as if being pulled like a marionette on strings. ) No one told you to wear your AV costume under your clothes, idiot! Don't blame this on me! Besides, aren't you the one seducing me in broad daylight?

( though, her hands thudding on his chest is actually kind of cute? kind of comical too? he's on the verge of laughing tbh.

serves her right for stepping on him the first time they met. )

[defenceless]

[if he's on the verge of laughing, she's about to cry. it isn't that she hasn't been expecting her new "magical weapon" will draw a few eyes, even more than her usual wardrobe, but when kurenai labels it as part of an "av costume" it just brings it home...! terribly.

her leg hangs between them, the edge of her skirt rumpled up higher than is appropriate in common company. of course, she can't fully extend it because his fingers are caught within her stocking—and the sensation of his bare skin against her thigh is forbidding. the touch already establishes a bond of mana transference. she's blushing, but she's learned from her little outburst and now stands beside him in regret. rin looks away—anywhere instead of at him—and perhaps her embarrassment crosses into humiliation. no, she isn't crying, but it seems like she might. he's so close—]

I'm not seducing you. What are you talking about? It's not like just because I'm wearing what you think is "sexy" clothing that I'm yours...

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( the tears that, inexorably, dawn her alluring features is nothing less than captivating to him. compared to her initial show of indignant flair when they first met, he much preferred this. found solace in how embarrassed and ashamed she seemed.

though, as always, there was a silent strength to her even with that. her tears could have very well have been some sort of ploy into allowing his guard to drop. or perhaps, his experiences with her drew that line tightly for him. it's a consideration that runs in the back of his mind. he was a skeptic by nature, after all. but somehow... this did seem far too convincing for that.

his eyes were nothing less of discerning, granted currently distracted, hence he attempts to swat that line of thinking straight out of his headspace. he endeavors, instead, on giving energy to what he could validly account for. ) Do you give yourself this freely to everyone? ( he's speaking candidly of the mana transfer, of course. it's something he feels to his core. a flow of water. an ebb and a tide. it's something, he opts to ignore. he untangles his hand from her garter from there.

though, not without flipping her skirt by "accident." ) Idiot. It's nothing to cry over. ( he smiles, though... despite it. prepares himself to get hit too, tbh??? bc this is rin?? he even holds a hand out, prepared to catch her fist or hand. somehow, he feels like he's forgetting the main reason in calling out to her... but, look. )

[defenceless]

[what a sick man, huh? the tears are real, but it's more she hasn't noticed them, a natural response to her shame, than that she's the type of girl to weep in front of him. the mana transfer is an activity she has no say against, either. she has a bigger well to fill, now, and kurenai will find that when his fingers leave her, her mana signature is almost "hungry" for him.

he prepares well, as it happens. the cooler air floating up underneath her skirt and a split-second realization of what that means earn decisive payback, because the panties match the garters and stockings. sneaking a peek at them is something passersby can't help doing. woah, is that a hero?

she smashes down her skirt and slaps him crisply across the face, then. he'll discover she's actually dodged his hand if that's possible, weaving around it, to ensure the strike connects.]

Stop it! Stop! You jerk! No!

[there's more where that came from. everything he's made her feel is condensed to slapping him right in the street; first with one hand, following up with the other. the side of her hand isn't as biting as it could be, though.

it's as if she's reacting to an annoyance, instead of a person she wants to kill. a girl retaliating against a perverted classmate.]

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( he recalls a brief explanation to mana. it's something he naturally connected to the feeling of "water"— of something directly relational to the contact he was used to establishing back in his home world. only, the way it hungered and even seemed to trail off after the tips of his fingers is something he didn't quite expect. especially, not for all her huff, puff, or tears. it gets him to crane his neck a bit, a touch of something mischievous against the edges of his upturned tips.

... and somehow, it remains unchanged and undaunted even when his face is met with a striking blow. he lifts his newly freed hand to rub against the side of cheek. ) Hahaha, what's the big deal? It isn't like you aren't already showing the worl— ( then her hands keep coming. he steps back on response, trying to seize her wrists within his careful grief . the humor hasn't exactly escaped him completely. )

Like I said, it's too late for shyness. ( oh, right! ) Especially, considering you've done worse with me before.

( using one hand to try and keep rin at bay, he tries to reach into his blazer to extract.... a certain doujinshi. except, maybe in all her movement, he ends up slipping up. of blotching this exchange and ... dropping it on the floor for everyone to catch a gander of. )

i'm sorry for the delay in tagging this! i absolutely 100% want to keep this wonderful thread going

[defenceless]

[of course, he tries to grab her. rin isn't sure why she's surprised, in the moment. but, like always when she's so worked up, she's unable to evade him and the scene ends with her fussing angrily in kurenai's hands, eventually both wrists being guided over into being playfully restrained within one of his palms.

but, with how she writhes and struggles, inevitably the doujin is displaced. it thumps against the ground and the rather thick volume unfurls to show a spread of...

well.

let's just say the imagery is familiar. rin is there sprawled across a pristine floor in her golden gown from the ball, while a young man (ooh, the man in front of her right now?) lifts up the long train and teases with his hands around... around... she freezes. the living, breathing rin inches closer to kurenai without noticing it, like she subconsciously wants him to protect her from this monstrosity?]

(snail emoji) - xoxo, bij.

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( unfortunately, she sought protection in... an unreliable source. perhaps, had she been in actual danger, kurenai would have been prompted to act. half out of pride, and despite his better judgement, half out of sheer accordance to some will or emotion he'd much rather suffocate behind an overly inflated ego. regardless, since the only real peril here is her dignity— he permits it to be smeared and sullied.

the amusement is palpable on his features. the fact that it gets a rise of embarrassment out of her only further solidifies his stance on the situation. the "not feeling even 1% sorry, rin" stance, that is. he barely stifles a snicker that's releases under his breath. though, fortunately himself and this whole charade, he keeps his composure in-tact. instead, utilizing this opportunity to wrap an arm around her waist. his grip is tight and firm, especially as he whispers near her ear. ) So?

What's your verdict? ( he pats her lower back as if to prove a point... he'd pat her butt, but...

is that too rated r for this prompt... ) You seemed hungry for me then? What about now?

shhh no need to be sorry

[defenceless]

[bij nothing is too rated r for me

when she directs her attention back to his face, she's greeted with that untimely snicker; it sounds vaguely sinister, so breathy and secret. another pulse of disgust shivers down her spine—he's happy with this?—and there's a... distinct, crawling lewdness about his arm curled snugly around her waist. she's locked in against him and she couldn't move without causing a scene.

rin shifts her legs, nervously, and her thigh brushes over the front of his pants. it's unintentional, but, well—

let's just say she knows where he could be patting. she's not about to let his hand fall lower. even if she has nothing to prevent him from actually doing so, mind.]

H-Hungry? What do you mean?

[she complains a little. her voice is whiny, but she puts up a good show of sending him an angry pout, biting her bottom lip.]

I'm not hungry for anything... What's that trash on the ground?

[luckily, people are pretty much ignoring it. it must be because a trashy doujin isn't too compelling to stop and look at when the pictures are tiny and you have places to be. her thigh, uh, rubs on him.]