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Unleashed
By : Otaku_Girl
Category: +S through Z > UnderTale
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“Don’t even think about it.” Groaning, you let your head fall back against the wall with a thump. “You’ve got things to do. Tonight is a study night, not a play night.” You try to remind yourself.
But he’s kinda cute, in a gruff, badboy way. You shake your head, trying to dispell the thoughts of just what it would feel like to have Mutt’s impressive height looming over you whilst you were tied down… or bent over, or on my knees, or…
“Damnit, me. This is the sort of shit that makes people have to re-take a semester.” Running a hand through your hair, you eye your bag reluctantly. See. This is why I don’t usually do weeknights. I’m so weak. Stuffing your books into your bag, you make quick work of the last remaining granola bar. If he’s half as good as his attitude and that smirk suggests, I’m gonna need to keep my energy up.
You sling your bag over one shoulder, taking a moment to run your hands through your hair in the small mirror beside the bank of lockers. Eh. Not like I can do anything more without wasting time. Making sure to grab a hairband from your bag, you quickly pull it around your wrist. You take a moment to lament your lack of boots; you’d usually wear something a little more… leather and platform-y at least, along with bringing at least one pair of fuck-me heels in your bag just in case. Somehow, between your last one-night stand and making it to your car the next morning, you had managed to lose one of your back-up heels. Those were my favourites, too…
Slipping through the side door, you make your way along one of the staff corridors towards the entrance. Built to help security make their way around quickly in cases of emergency, you are far from the first member of staff to use it to get around while trying to avoid certain patrons.
“Hey [y/n]. I didn’t know you were on today.” You smile as the newest member of the ground of house staff - Abi? Ami? - greets you with a smile.
“Just covering for someone. D’you mind if I get one of the yellow bands? I thought I might stick around for a bit.” She smiles at you knowingly.
“Got your eye on someone cute, eh? No probs.” She passes across one of the glowing yellow bands. Since introducing them, things had been running a lot more smoothly in Sweet Release. The basics more or less followed the same principles as the house traffic light safeword system: green (open and looking); yellow (negotiating or open for discussions); red (taken, not interested in new approaches, or already in a scene).
They had introduced a couple of extra colours to help smooth out the edges, with purple (in an existing dynamic that is open for additional players) proving one of the most popular, along with blue (just visiting, unlimited bar access but not allowed to book or enter private play spaces). For the less open-minded, black (humans only, not interested in monsters) or grey (monsters only, not interested in humans) stickers could be added to the bands.
The only ones who aren’t required to wear a glow band are House staff, who each instead have a soft gold fabric band displayed somewhere prominently on their outfits, or the occasional regular whose dynamic and ownership claim by themselves are clear enough (though with the number of vanity collars, they were beginning to let fewer and fewer patrons in with just a leash or brand to set them apart).
“Wish me luck.” You smile, waving at her over your shoulder as you head into the club through the main doors this time. As you clip your glow band into place, you pull the simple gold plated bands from your wrist. You had completely forgotten you had worn them to class today. Shit. So much for the ‘no jewellery at work’ rule. Slipping them into your bag, you make your way through the bar first. Scanning the room, you smile at your replacement, noting the presence of a couple in the corner - a bird monster in a rather lovely PCV dress, and her human partner in an equally stunning rubber number. No sign of Mutt.
Fuck. Did I miss him already? Biting at your lip, you make your way through to the main public playspace. A second bar, this one smaller, is nestled into one corner, allowing patrons a clear view of the various pieces of equipment and raised daises scattered throughout the space. Barely a dozen humans and monsters are in the space this early, making your search for your still missing prey all the more frustrating. Where is he? How do you misplace a freaking seven-foot-tall guy.
You slip past one of the human bouncers I really need to learn the day staff’s names through to one of the four smaller public spaces. Which one could he be in? All that leather and chains, he could be in dungeon one. Maybe the medical room? Eh. I don’t think he’d be in the rubber paradise, that only leaves the private rooms, or…
You pause outside the last of the four smaller public spaces. You usually try avoiding the room with the House Staff. A friendly bunch (for the most part), it isn’t that you are prejudice against those that like to mix business and pleasure; far from it. You just don’t want to risk someone thinking what you had to offer could turn out to be something more than it is. Never date co-workers, friends, or friends of family. Your one big rule had done well by you these past three years; you really can’t see why you should risk breaking it.
What if he’s already picked someone? Just my luck. You hover by the curtained entrance, the familiar claws of anxiety and anticipation clawing at the pit of your stomach. Stop being such a fucking pussy and get in there. So what if he’s already found someone else to play with? Give it another hour, maybe one beer, and there’ll be plenty of other people looking for a good time. What’s the big deal? He’s not the only attractive being around.
Letting out a ragged sigh, you force your shoulders back. Holding your head high, you push through the curtains into the room. One of the more brightly lit open spaces, your eyes flick between the men, women and monsters scattered throughout the room. Flashes of gold bands catch your attention, reminding you to slip off the last of your bangles. Glancing down, you quickly return to searching for Mutt.
Gotcha. Lounging on one of the booths to one side is Mutt, his dirty boots propped on the surface of the table. A rather eager looking House Slave - Aaron? Old enough to fuck, not old enough to drink - is eyeing those same boots eagerly. You can see him practically salivating over them. It makes you pause.Shit. You had assumed he would be open to a scene with you, but what if he isn’t into women? Or humans? You can’t remember seeing a tell-tale glowstick on his wrists. Did I miss it? Or did A let him in with just the collar?
You hover, unsure of what to do next. The thought of rejection doesn’t usually phase you; it’s all part of the game. You can’t expect to be everyone’s idea of a good time, no more than everyone fits into your idea of a good fuck (or an even better dominant). Why do I care what one skeleton monster thinks about me? I’m being stupid. Watching as he pulls out another echo flower cigarette, your mind is made up as Aaron jumps to light it for him. You grab an ashtray, making your way over to the pair.
“Hey hot stuff.” You have to bite back a snicker at your own awful pun. You still can’t quite believe he had drunk half that bottle earlier. You arch an eyebrow, pointedly looking at where his ashes are lazily drifting to scatter across the table. You make a point of sliding the small glass bowl beneath. “See, that’s not so hard!” You say cheerfully. It’s a struggle to stop yourself from reacting as Mutt turns his burnt orange eyelights on you. His smirk turns positively predatory as he takes you in once more, eyes lingering on your bag.
“Oh! I didn’t realise - sorry about that, [y/n].” Aaron is quick to apologise. You catch the disappointment in his tone. Not too many monsters go for the jailbait look Aaron’s got going for him; you wouldn’t blame him for being upset with you.
“No worries Aaron. Mutt and I haven’t agreed on anything yet.” You can see Mutt’s browbone rising, the tip of an orange-glowing tongue swiping at one of his pointed gold teeth. “I just thought I’d come over and see if you wanted that drink, or…” You trail off, giving Mutt an easy out to turn you down gently and pick back up with Aaron.
“i thought you’d finished workin’ for the night, darlin’.” You shiver as his deep timbre washes over you. His low, raspy voice was one of the first things you had truly noticed about him beyond his impressive height. I do love a guy whose bark is as good as his bite.
You shrug, eyes darting between him and the opposite side of the booth. He tips his head slowly, answering your silent question. You send Aaron a commiserating smile as you sling your bag onto the seat, sliding in after it. You don’t feel too bad; the bird monster from earlier and her partner seem to be eyeing him already with a frankly scary gleam in their eyes. He’ll be fine.
You find your eyes lingering on his collar once more. Is there a Master or Mistress out there wondering where their pet has gone for the night? Maybe he’s just a switch with permission to play. You drag your eyes - and thoughts - away, pushing down the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You hate the thought of being the other woman. Assume good intentions. Not every guy you meet is a cheating asshole. Don’t push your shit onto other people’s choices and dynamics like that.
You take a steadying breath. Without thinking, you make a grab for his glass, downing half of it for courage. His smirk takes on an amused edge as he turns back to face you, one arm bent behind his head, the other dangling over the side of the booth. Ashes now drop onto the black tiled floor. Well, at least it’s not the table.
“I’m going to take a leap here and assume you’re interested.” You pause for him to deny it. He doesn’t move, save for taking a long, low drag of his cigarette. “I don’t do permanent marks, needles, or serious bloodletting. A little mark here and there is fine, but anything with knives needs further negotiation. No bareback - I don’t care what your dick is made of, if it’s in me, it’s covered.” You plough on as he lets out a choked laugh, puffs of purple smoke wheezing out through his jawbones and teeth as he tries to compose himself. “No photos, no live streaming, no rose-budding. In fact, let’s put a pin in the whole medical kink side of things; I’m really not in the mood for it tonight.”
“that everythin’?” He asks incredulously. I can’t tell if that’s a good or a bad sign. You shrug. “For the most part. I prefer the traffic light system for safewords; I can’t promise I won’t let out a ‘no’ when I mean yes, but if you prefer to do things the old fashioned or have limits around consensual non-con, I can do my best to remember that. Oh; and this?” You point between the two of you. “Is a one-time deal. I just need a yes or a no, big guy, not a white picket fence and roses.”
Silence falls between you. You try to hold his gaze, unable to read the intention behind those glowing orange orbs.
He stands without a word. You can feel your heart sinking. Did I blow it? You lower your eyes, hands falling to the strap of your bag. No matter how much you tried to prepare yourself for rejection, it still hurt. It’s fine. I don’t really have the time tonight anyway.
A leather glove-clad, skeletal hand appears in your line of vision. “last chance to change your mind. i don’t like to be kept waitin’.” You can feel the nerves at the pit of your stomach begin to settle. The low, slow burn of anticipation takes over. Sliding your hand into his, you let him pull you up.
“Quite the grip you’ve got there.” You already sound a little breathless. Play it cool. Do not blow it at the last hurdle.
“make no bones about it, darlin’, you haven’t seen the half of it yet.” Mutt’s tongue flicks out again, curling around the base of his cigarette. Two bony fingers reach up to pinch the glowing tip, extinguishing it without a second thought.
Was that a… skeleton pun?
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Unleashed	By : Otaku_Girl Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own undertale and I make no profit from this story.

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