OK OK SO JISUNG ACCIDENTALLY WENT TO THE STORAGE ROOM WHILE THEY WERE IN A MAKEUP SHOP AND GOT STARTLED WHEN HE SAW THE MANNEQUIN (bc it looked like a dead person 😂😂) BUT BOII WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE 😂😂
The second one was sent in when requests were closed, and normally I would have deleted it but I was already working on something similar. I left out V and Saeran intentionally because I couldn’t think about how Saeran would react, and V’s reaction would be like Zen and Jumin’s together. Sorry if this seems kinda cliché ;-;
▪he thought you’d be a cutie pie
▪you’re so soft and precious what
▪he’s on you in a split second
▪he just had to hug you and kiss your forehead
▪and when you giggle and smile, he literally can almost see stars
▪the room sways for a minute too, just wow you’re perfect
▪everytime he sees you he just gets this urge to hug you because oml you’re so pretty and all of that is his
▪what is life
▪he cannot function
▪reminds you so often of how pretty you are that you most likely don’t get a chance to get too self-conscious
▪he’ll shut it down faster than you can say Bungeoppang
▪it’s canon that he doesn’t care how much you eat and would make extra runs to the grocery store for you so his fridge is always packed with your favorite foods
▪he is SO PROUD if you’re learning to love your body
▪probably sends you those cheesy instagram body positivity posts
▪ He won’t admit it, but he’s kind of devastated if he finds out that you’re self-conscious or hate your body
▪ it’s canon that he was stunned at your first meeting but because of who he is, he does notice your flaws
▪ and he does not think that your chub counts as one because you’re honestly beautiful no matter what
▪ he really likes your chub especially if you’re curvy too
▪ and, tbh, since Jumin has to go on business trips frequently, he probably has a ton of pictures of you and Elizabeth
▪ like, thousands
▪ some are done professionally and were in magazine spreads where you’re posed, but he doesn’t show you those because they’re photoshopped
▪ unrelated but this boi gets angry when you’re photoshopped bc you look like a mannequin and that’s not his MC ▪he shows you the pictures of you that he’s taken and the ones the RFA has taken of you
▪the ones he’s taken are blurry, but they’re all of you doing mundane things like watching TV, practicing one of your hobbies, or reading a book
▪Jumin points out his favorite detail in each picture and he’s showing you 5 more pictures for every bad comment you make about yourself whilst looking through them
▪he has an arsenal of them, you could be there for two days just looking at them
▪he is the sweetest thing if you’re learning to love yourself and will congratulate you no matter how small of a step you think you’ve taken
▪she was a little intimidated when she saw you at the party
▪you’re just so pretty and ohmygod you’re so soft???
▪but when you smiled at her, she honestly couldn’t stop herself from hugging you
▪You helped her with everything and she was so grateful just to be able to do whatever she wants
▪she would never judge you but yet encourages you through everything
▪Want to wear that crop top or tight dress? Go for it.
▪She wouldn’t wear those things specifically herself, but she’d find something that had the same pattern or matched it
▪If you want to lose weight, she’ll exercise with you and change around your diets so you two can still have your daily coffee
▪probably offers to teach you judo because it’s a useful skill to have and burns calories
▪take her up on that offer and y'all will be the best kickass girlfriend duo ever
▪he loves you no matter what
▪but I mean
▪literally everyone knows he’d be super stoked about it
▪"There’s so much more of you to love, MC!“
▪if you’re learning to love yourself, he agrees to do something equally as hard so you’re not struggling alone
▪has the same reaction as Zen
▪surprisingly enough, Yoosung isn’t nervous around you at all
▪he will kiss or hug you whenever he feels like it unless it makes you uncomfortable, then he’ll always ask before he does anything
▪especially if there are people around
▪if you’re learning to love your body he’ll try to help you the best he can!
▪you were both sitting down at the table eating dinner that he made for you
▪he noticed you were pushing your food around and mixing it together, not once taking a bite
▪N-nothing, I was just thinking about going on a diet…I should probably lose some weight
▪"Shut the hell up and eat your pasta, MC”
▪he won’t admit it but he hates to see you down
▪he’ll do anything he can to help you love yourself even if it means confessing his true feelings towards you omg
▪if you’re confident he finds it really attractive
▪ he casually forgets to do the laundry from time to time so you have to wear one of his shirts
Written from Baz’s pov, basically just pining oops
This is getting ridiculous. It’s 3am. In the past four nights I’ve had less than twenty hours sleep combined. I close my eyes for the millionth time, knowing full well that they’ll have opened again within the the next minute.
It’s not like I’m trying not to sleep -quite the opposite. I just can’t stop thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months, but it’s never got this bad before. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried going for walks once Simon’s fallen asleep, but that only makes me think more and I end up wandering across the whole site, aimlessly, for hours on end and come back no less weary but a hell of a lot colder. I’ve tried listening to classical music through earbuds. I’ve even managed to blag some chamomile tea from the kitchen, but it didn’t help. It just tastes faintly like piss.
Simon rolls over in his sleep and I let out a sigh. How can he sleep so easily? How can he do everything so easily? His whole life is just one big long walk in the park. He doesn’t agonise over homework, he’s in a happy relationship, he hardly even does a thing between getting out of bed and going down to breakfast -just brushes a hand through his hair and he’s good to go.
I’d brush my hand through his hair.
Wait. What. No. It’s 3am. I’m knackered. I don’t know where that came from. I roll over, blushing despite the fact that no one could know I’d thought that. I’m now facing the window. It’s open, of course, and I realise suddenly that I’m absolutely freezing. Bloody Snow and his stupid.. stupid… argh. I don’t even know what I’m trying to think. I get up to close it, a little too quickly, and stumble slightly on my way across. It takes two attempts for it to actually shut, the rotten wood swollen bigger than its frame. I am forceful the second time round, and it slams loudly, the metal catch rattling against the glass. Snow stirs and I worry that I have woken him, before I realise that I don’t actually care. Why shouldn’t he wake up? He left it open to begin with. Stupid. And that stupid hair.
I lay on my back for a while and think about nothing. Well, I probably was thinking about something, but it wasn’t significant. I trace patterns on the sheet instead, my finger joining up creases like those dot-to-dot things I remember doing as a child. Like little constellations, I think. Like Simon’s freckles. The ones on his back are spread out enough to do an actual dot-to-dot. Spread out enough to be actual constellations.
What the fuck? I’m thinking about Simon’s moles. That’s like, the third time I’ve thought about him tonight. Then I try and remember, and I decide it’s probably actually more than three times… Does this count? Does thinking about thinking about Simon count as thinking about Simon? I laugh suddenly and unexpectedly, a sort of choke, and bury my face in my duvet so as not to wake Simon. There we go again, I think. Of course Snow doesn’t wake. He never does. Never has. All these five years of me banging around doing whatever I’ve been doing and he just snuffles through it, only turning occasionally, or flickering his eyelids.
I almost wish he would wake up. Dev tells me about how when he stays with his cousins they don’t really talk much, but they all share a room at night. He says once it passes about 2am, different rules apply. They talk about everything, he says, stuff you would never dream of telling anyone when you’re fully awake. I’ve never had a sleepover that wasn’t with him or Niall, and we did have deep conversations but I don’t think that really counts because we’re already close. I don’t need to be half asleep to talk to him. But then I start thinking. Do I? Do I tell him stuff? Real stuff? I complain about how fucked up my family is and what Snow’s up to, and, sure, when we have sleepovers we talk about stuff. Girls. We’ve talked about girls. Is that what he means? Girls? Because that’s where my problem lies. I’ve spoken to Dev about girls. Girls. Not about boys.
Would I talk to Simon about boys? If we were both tired and we reached the magical 2am and forgot our feuds, would I talk to him? It’s hard to imagine. The forgetting feuds part. I look at him. His head is laying in a pool of moonlight on his pillow and he looks like a hand tailored mannequin. Nobody is this flawless naturally: his skin looks like pearl, his hair like silk, and his features ethereal. ‘Snow.’ It’s suits him, as a name. Fun and childish and exciting, but also.. stunningly beautiful.
What the fuck, Baz. Shut up. Simon Snow isn’t fucking beautiful.
But he is. You can say that. It’s fine to be able to appreciate beauty. Dev is quite good looking.
Now you’re being stupid. Dev is not good looking.
No, Dev is good looking. He’s just not Simon Snow.
My knuckles whiten as my grip on the duvet tightens. I loosen them. It’s just Snow. He’s still sleeping. Fucker.
There is silence again. I imagine shaking him awake. How is it fair that he is so asleep and I am so not? I need it more than him; he doesn’t have to worry about how well he does in lessons because he’s not battling for top against that stupid Bunce friend of his. I imagine shaking him awake and pinning him against the wall. I’m shouting at him, I don’t know what but I’m shouting something. I’m angry and I’m I’m holding Simon Snow against a wall and shouting at him and my spit is flying into his face. I’m furious and he’s not doing anything to stop me. He’s just hanging there limply and letting me do what I’m doing. He’s in my hands. I have control.
And then I stop. I look at his face, scrunched up, little flecks my my saliva mingled with freckles.
I brush them from his cheek with my thumb.
He’s staring at me. His eyes are the most penetrative ice blue I’ve ever seen. I’m staring into his eyes and I’m shivering and my thumb is still on his cheek. And suddenly his eyes are closing. His eyes are closing and his head is tilting and it’s moving towards me. Simon Snow is… going to kiss me?
“M-Bazz..” I jolt my eyes open. Simon fucking Snow is laying in his bed, as asleep as he’s ever been. I glower at him. He murmurs my name again and I nearly throw the lamp at his head.
All. I. Want. Is. To. Go. To. Sleep. You. Stupid. Fucking. Dick.
I roll over determinedly. When I close my eyes again Simon Snow does not have time to kiss me because I am banging his head against the wall. Those stupid fucking eyes flash at me. They look hurt.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I posted the first chapter 4 months ago and decided to continue it, please give it a read. The first chapter might be disappointing but I promise I’ve improved in 4 months. Send in any sort of feedback or queries you have.
You tried to find your
peace through rain and thunder but you couldn’t, considering the fact that
there was a hot guy sleeping in the room next to yours. The deafening,
irritating sound of thunder was another reason you couldn’t find your sleep. It
was a cold, cold night and your throat was as dry as the paper in the book you
were trying to read. You couldn’t focus at all on the thin text because your
mind kept drifting to Jaehyun. Sighing deeply, you got to your feet and walked
out silently to fetch a glass of water.
As you stepped out, you felt a presence behind you. Shrieks ran
down your spine when you turned around to face Jung Jaehyun, inches apart from
Can i ask for the RFA and saeran getting a little rough in bed with male MC?
NSFW-ish. This is a part 1 of 2 because I’m a bit tired. I’m sorry!!! T_T Tomorrows my break day so I’ll write the rest tomorrow. Thank you so much for sending in the ask anon! This is a lot of fun. Thank you!
Yoosung–A little play just becos
Normally Yoosung was a submissive lover always willing to please and nearly having a heart attack when being pleasured. Though sometimes Zack would catch a glimpse of this primal side to the shy young man. It would rise up from the shadows but Yoosung would catch it before it was fully let loose. And Zack really wanted to let it loose. Just for…science reasons.
So how was he supposed to break the tight hold Yoosung had on this beast inside him? He looked around the room and suddenly his eyes landed on something. That….that could do.
“I’m hooooommeee!” Yoosung called out.
Zack held in his breath and gritted his teeth. His heart was ready to jump out of his throat as the palms of his hands felt clammy. He could hear the sound of shoes kicking off, keys clattering on the counter, and then the sound of soft footsteps walking towards the bedroom. He could run. He still had time. If he sprinted fast enough he could hide out in the bathroom.
“You in here?” The doorknob turned.
Run run run! Abort plan! Abort plan!
The sirens went off in his head.
He sprinted across the room and slammed the bathroom door behind him.
“Huh? You okay!?” Yoosung’s worried voice called out.
Zack sighed and turned off the lights unable to look at himself in this state. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Oh good. I got worried there.”
Zack slammed his head against the door.
He chuckled. “Mmhmm.” He would either walk out without clothes on or he’d suck it up and keep to his plan. How bad did he wants this? He closed his eyes and thought about it for a minute. He sucked in air and scraped his nails against the wood of the door. He knew he wanted to see it. In one swift motion he swung the door open. Yoosung was already at his desk with his headphones on playing LOLOL. Well he certainly didn’t waste any time.
Zack cleared his throat. No response. He clicked his tongue. Nothing. He called out Yoosung’s name and received the ‘one moment’ finger.
Nope. Not today.
He sauntered over to him and stabbed the prop he was holding in his hand into Yoosung’s seat and forced him to look.
“What ar- OHMYGOSHWHATTHEHECKAREYOU HUH!?!” His voice was at least three octaves higher than normal.
Zack dug his nails into palm of his hand to find some sort of release for his anxiety. This was basically the reaction he was assuming he’d get. It was embarrassing to him to cosplay. It was even more so to cosplay as a female character. It was even worse when this characters dress, or rather somewhat long T-shirt —really the thing would’ve been exposing more than he bargained for if it wasn’t for the white thigh high stockings—, liked to rile up at the slightest of movement.
He was a sort of white mage he figured. Some beloved and important character that was very popular in the LOLOL fanbase. The outfit was white and red, a typical white mage outfit, with a red sash around the waist that dangled longer than the ‘dress’ itself. As stated before the outfit had thigh high, white, stockings, with black ankle boots. The dress had a red hood that was long enough to cover his eyes if he put it over his head. Pretty much the only thing he liked about the damn outfit.
He looked at the stunned young man as he sat there like a statue completely red in the face as if he were the one wearing it. Zack snapped his fingers and Yoosung blinked rapidly. “You look like you need healing.” Zack said without much hesitation.
“You heard me.”
The reason this character was loved was for her curt replies and tsundere character trope. In Zack’s opinion she was a jerk but whatever, to each his own.
“Hurry it up.” He demanded.
“I…you’re…her…” Yoosung shot up and grabbed Zack’s shoulders shaking him a little. “Oh my god.”
Zack didn’t have a feminine physique but he wasn’t entirely masculine either. But the way Yoosung was slowly running his hands down from his shoulders, to his elbows down his torso, to his waist. Well this must be what a woman feels like when her significant other was touching them like they were a treasure. And that feeling was complete and utter fear, and nerves so tightly wound in him he was sure he felt like a stiff mannequin.
Yoosung looked over the outfit once, twice, thrice and suddenly something flashed in his eyes. Something dark. His hands raked down roughly to the stockings. “Heh…” His fingers shook as he ran them back up to Zack’s waist pulling the ‘dress’ up slightly before letting it fall. “The fabric is nice. Where’d you buy it?”
“Amazon.” Zack slightly stepped away from him.
Yoosung pursued. Aggressively. “Leenafray is my favorite character in the Heart of Ice DLC.” He pushed Zack onto the bed. “Let me see closer.” He straddled his waist and sat there looking down at Zack taking in ever single detail of the outfit. “Oh look they added the cut where Gladion tried to assassinate Leenafray.” He ran his fingers over the exposed skin on Zack’s shoulder. “Oh? Look. They even added her necklace. At the end of the DLC you get her necklace as a gift. It gives the player the ability to go berserk.”
“I…they didn’t add that. I did.”
“Well I saw your figurine had a necklace on so I-“
“I think I’ve earned the right to have that necklace.”
Yoosung gripped the cold metal and yanked causing the clasp, feeble as it was, to snap right off. He wrapped the necklace around his wrist, the large white jewel, something he got off of an old ring, rested gently on his middle finger. “Ya…I think I’m about to go berserk.” He pulled the sash off wrapping one part of it around Zack’s ankles and tying the other end to the metal bed post. “I hope you didn’t spend too much on the stalkings. I’m about to tear them to shreds.”
Needless to say this little “science project” ended with more than Zack bargained for.
He would like it though
It would be a rare occurrence that was always refreshing and reeeaaaallly enjoyable.
You’ll release the beast. You don’t want to release the beast. Oh damn I almost released the beast last night, gotta keep a tighter hold on him. Wink~
Beast this, beast that. Zack was tired of it. For all the talk about his ‘tight hold of the beast’ he figured it was best to just release the damn thing already. It wasn’t like Hyun was bad at sex far far far from it. And it wasn’t like he was bored or anything, he just wanted to see this damn beast already. It was like Hyun hyped it up so much it didn’t exist at all. Maybe once or twice there was a little something that suddenly made him feel like choking back his voice but it never truly happened.
So how does one unlock the cage? Well Zack had an idea. There was a new play Hyun was going to be in and he had to play as a type of sex crazed friend. The leading lady was some woman who clearly had the hots for Hyun. In fact maybe she should be playing as the sex crazed nymphomaniac considering the lengths Zack had seen her go through to get his attention.
He shook his head. Focus. Focus on what you really want.
So the plan? Help Hyun with his lines of course. Zack wasn’t an actor by any means necessary but if he could help Hyun and make him only think of this night while doing his act and completely eliminate that actress and finally see this locked up beast then that’s like killing five birds with one stone.
Zack had read, reread, and reread the script all day. The scene called for Hyun’s character to come home to a line of rose petals leading to the bedroom. Then some stupid scene was supposed to happen and blah blah blah it was idiotic. Really the dumbest part of the whole thing. But it didn’t matter. The scene he was focusing on involved six lines. Hyun’s character would come in and see the leading lady in sexy lingerie. She would hold a glass of wine in her hands and a lavender incense was going to waft in the air.
Well he couldn’t find lavender at the stores and instead chose the smell Hyun loved the most. Vanilla bean. He placed the petals neatly along the floor and poured a glass of beer—Zack didn’t like wine—and sat on the bed. He wasn’t one for displaying himself like a catalog model but the script called for it. He wore deep black boxers with a light shine to it. Like the stars in the sky.
The stage was set. The actor was in his position and now…try not to get stage fright. He rehearsed the line in his head as he downed one beer. Well the script called for a full glass so he might as well refill his drink.
And refill it.
And refill it.
And refill it.
He had gone through a whole pack and was ready to start another. In fact what was he doing again? He looked at the script he was holding and read the name of the leading lady. Oh that hoochie. Right. He was getting back at her. He was going to make her pay for all the shit she did to get Hyun’s attention. Touching him. Kissing his cheek as a way to say ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ Leaning over so her ass was practically grinding into him. She was going to pay. Zack would release that beast and show her the damage the beast did to him.
“Hey.” Hyun walked into the house. “What the? What’s with the flowers?”
“Yer hommmmeee.” Zack slurred.
“Whoah! What the? You’re hammered!” Hyun ran towards him and took the glass from his hand. “How many did you have?”
“I…lost c-c-count after six.”
“Six?! You can barely handle two cans.”
“I was gonna surprise you.”
“With what? Me finding you passed on the floor wearing those sexy boxers?”
“No you stupid dummy. You were gonna come in and let me see that beast of yours.” He ran his hands down to Hyun’s belt and tore it off like it wasn’t even buckled.
“What? Babe you know I can-“
“I’m began- begun- beginning to think that damn beast doesn’t even exist.” He didn’t stop his ministrations. “How am I suppa- supposed to show that bimbo who you belong to. I wanted you to treat me like you prey and devour me until I can only remember your name.”
Hyun’s face, though a little hazy, suddenly became serious. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I believe I do. I want to see you mark me. Whenever I look in the mirror I wanna see who I belong to. Whenever I try to move I want to be reminded of this night.”
“You’re gonna regret this.”
Hyun was right he wasn’t prepared.
Each thrust was sobering him up
When he went to watch Hyun’s rehearsal the leading lady was thoroughly pissed.
Yeah girl, that bite mark under his ear is exactly what you think it is.
Jumin Han-The Green Candy
When wasn’t he rough? Nope nothing came to mind. He was always rough. Hair pulling. Edging. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. It was like this straight laced, CEO man, harbored the most dominate kinks. And he did. The way he combined a loving and caring heart with ruthless nights of pleasure was more than Zack could ever ask for. How could Jumin ever top it?
Well there was one thing.
He was at school mindlessly listening to his professor talk when suddenly a kind looking girl leaned back. She had been staring at him quite often the past few days and it seemed like today was the day she got the courage to talk to him.
“Psst.” She handed him a paper note.
‘I’m here to learn the culinary arts and was wondering if you’d like to be my taste tester.’
He wrote back:
‘I graciously accept.’
And from that day forward Zack was in culinary heaven. She was a sweet girl with a flighty laugh and sparkling eyes of wonder. Her baking was superb. Each bite was like a part of his mind was being lifted and he was on a journey to the stars. In fact whenever he left her apartment he felt oddly zen.
It wasn’t until three days later Zack’s wallet was looking a bit lighter than usual. One of his credit cards was missing and he seemed a few dollars shy. Then it hit him. That girl was putting drugs in the pastries and was stealing from him. Elaborate he’d give her that but also crafty. It was no surprise to him. Once word had gotten out that he and Jumin were an item a lot of people suddenly wanted to be his friend. People wanted to hang out more, specifically at Jumin’s place, and if he ever did go out with a group they’d always pick the most expensive bars or restaurants. It was ridiculous.
He never thought someone would go this far. Well tonight it was time to put an end to it. He found out where she lived and decided to confront her about it. Jumin was working late at his office anyways so he could spare the time to wander around town.
At her apartment, a little run down but decent nonetheless, Zack knocked on the door and moved away so she couldn’t see who it was through the peephole. The door opened and boy was she surprised.
“Uh oh.” She tried to slam the door but Zack was faster.
“Yeah. Uh oh.” He glared. “You’ve been stealing from me.”
“Tch. Like you can prove that.”
“I can’t. But I want my damn money back!”
“Like it matters. Aren’t you being screwed by that CEO guy? What’s his name? Cumin?”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides, you should be thanking me. You were so tightly wound up it seemed like the weed and LSD I was giving you really relaxed you.”
Zack pretended he didn’t hear that second part about the LSD. “Shut up! Give me my damn money!”
She rolled her eyes. “Here.” She motioned for Zack to come in. He peered through the door to see a gruff looking man with a gun in his hand sleeping heavily.
She scoffed. “He’s knocked out cold for gods sakes. Just come in.”
Hesitantly he walked in careful to leave the door open for a quick retreat.
“Look I already spent all the cash and I tossed your card the moment you canceled it.”
“You spent all of it? Do you realize how much you stole?”
“Enough to buy myself that pretty dress right there.” She pointed at a shimmering red dress. “So look, I’ll make it up to ya.” She shuffled around her kitchen, pots and bowls, whisks and spatulas, four and sugar tossed haphazardly everywhere. “This is my top seller.” She picked up a plastic bin filled with green candy and pulled out a bag. Two green, crystal like balls, glistened against the the overhead kitchen lights.
“W-what is it?”
“Look, I can see you’re a nice guy. Real clean and sweet, but you gotta take the time to feel relaxed yourself. And this will certainly do the trick.”
“W-what is it?” He repeated.
“Try one.” She smirked.
He knew drugs were bad but he couldn’t help the urge to just see what it was. He pulled out one of the marble like candies and felt the smooth surface. It looked like a spherical Jolly Rancher. He popped it into his mouth. Well it was certainly sweet. It was, as always, really good too. “You have a real talent for cooking. Why are you lacing your products with drugs?”
“Cuz it’s a good business.” She shrugged. “Now, go. Go to your CEO and just relax.” She chuckled.
“Well listen hear. This is the last time I’m helping you. You can kiss my wallet goodbye.”
“Tch. We’ll see about that.”
Feeling perplexed and unaccomplished Zack continued to eat the candy. He didn’t feel any different. “Gipped.” He grumbled under his breath. “Geezus it’s freakin hot out here.” He pulled off his jacket as white clouds escaped his mouth. It was winter and the snow around him should’ve made him feel the chill but all he knew was that he was burning.
And he felt oddly dizzy.
He started to pant as he leaned against a tree. He rolled the candy under his tongue afraid of swallowing it whole and choking. He pressed his lips together feeling the sweet candy mix with his saliva. A sudden urge shot through him there was only one thing that could cure it.
He needed to see Jumin.
Jumin sighed as he typed into his computer. Reports on things he certainly didn’t care about were flooding his inbox. He needed to take a break. He walked over to his wine rack and opened the perfectly kept 44 degree fahrenheit refridgerator. Yes. A nice glass of wine would-
The shrill ringing of the phone only meant one thing. Jaehee was calling him for something. He would ignore it. Right now it was just him, the quiet tunes of jazz, and this deep red glass of wine. The phone kept ringing. With a low growl of irritation he picked it up. “Yes?”
“S-sir Zack is hear to see you and he looks awful.”
“What?! Send him in.” What happened? Was he sick? What if someone had mugged him? He had overheard Zack canceling a credit card. What if he was in real trouble? If only the young man would just let him be taken care of like the prince he was.
The door opened. Zack ran towards him and nearly shoved him onto his desk. The doors slammed shut as Jumin tried to get a good look at him.
“A-are you-“ He could feel something. “Why are you so aroused.”
Through heavy pants and gasps Zack replied, “I was…drugged.”
A surge of anger and confusion ran through his veins. Who did this and why? And why did they give him an aphrodisiac? Jumin felt his blood boil. Where they trying to get Zack to have sex with them?
“Who drugged you.”
“I did.” Zack rubbed against him. A moan rolled out through his throat, one Jumin had never heard before.
“Technically. Please… please… help me.”
“I’ve no time. I’ll take care of you once I get this work done.”
Zack glared. “That’s not what I wanted to hear.” He gripped the back of Jumin’s neck and forced him to kiss the drugged up young man.
He felt something round and sweet slip into his mouth. Candy? He tried to pull away but Zack had a tight hold on him. Suddenly the room was starting to feel hot. Too hot. And the man in front of him was starting to look rather appetizing. Ravish him. Leave nothing left.
He pushed away the intruding objects on his desk and tossed the younger man onto the desk. Now now now now. Was all he could think of. The candy melted quicker and each swallow of the sweet apple like taste was making him feel even more to the edge. He was used to reaching that edge of his desire but he never dared to jump into the chasm, slightly afraid of what was down the dark depths.
…he was going to explore. He was diving in head first and he was bringing this man that he loved with him. He loved this man.
He truly did.
But tonight, he wasn’t going to show any mercy.
Zack went back afterwards to get more candy
But the girl was gone along with the container of the aphrodisiac
So much for a little rough.
Zack saw the most primal face on Jumin.
And he was sad to see he wasn’t going to see that ever again.
y’all okay, i need help with rick’s college fc so i can actually do college rick things… i mean at first i was thinking ezra miller (but he looks, like… kinda weird ? like a mannequin, almost), but now i’m considering darren criss ????
i mean, he usually has happier icons, but i figure younger rick was less of a mess… and he’s even got the two hairstyles i imagine for him…… would he work or should i keep looking?
What was the first time Freddy and Foxy kissed like? Which one of them initiated it? Or did both of them initiate it? Sorry for so many questions in one ask, it's just I find your version of Frexy really interesting. Plus their designs are friggen adorable. :3
I felt like writing it instead of trying to describe it or draw it cx
The one where Ballsy shakes her head at BeigeBatch the
Boring turning up to a STAR WARS premiere
I am currently wearing a Star Wars “Keep calm and use the
Force” T-Shirt. Overlaid by a Troopers 77
baseball shirt. I have more lightsabers
in my house than the Jedi Council and there are Stormtrooper, Tie Fighter
Pilot, Darth Vader, and Rebel helmets adorning the tops of every bookcase in my
loungeroom. Please duck when you pass
all the Star Wars ship models on your way to admire all the Star Wars posters
on my wall. The TARDIS in the corner is
merely the mechanism by which you get to a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far
Benedict? I have a
question. Why the fry should I follow a
dude (who used to be quite the dorky fanboy) when he gets to go to the fucking
STAR WARS premiere and stands there tight-lipped next to Dismal Dora the Black
Hole of Fetch (looking like she didn’t even know what was going on - and who
showed her true colours by fucking walking away from fucking Han fucking Solo
himself), completely ignores the Storm Trooper behind him and does not, I
repeat does not crack a single, genuine fanboy smile in pretty much every pic? Except in the presence of Harrison Ford of
course, but then Little Miss Wet Blanket ruined that moment too didn’t she? She’s like his own personal Ysalamiri.
He’s not even in the film, he had no interviews to give,
nothing to sell - he had the opportunity to simply go as a fan like many others
did. And given his recent LL plug - take
a fucking lightsaber with him and have fun with it!
Srsly? The headlines
would have been “Benedict finally gets that lightsaber for Christmas!” Instead, we got a description and details of
the designer duds they were wearing.
Sigh! And the only Marvel link - his hair colour, and
half those mentions for some reason had to mention hers too. What. The.
Fry. It would seem his main occupation these days (when he’s not trying to make fetch happen for
to sell designer clothes, and have his tool and asset sell women’s designer clothes
- for that he might as well take a mannequin with him, sometimes it looks like
I didn’t sign up for that. I signed up for DorkyBatch.
I quite like Sherlock. I even
didn’t mind STiD. But I signed up for
DorkyBatch. And do you know when I
signed up for DorkyBatch? When he did
the Chewbacca roar on the GN Show and impressed Harrison Ford. That’s the moment I fully paid attention to his
dorkiness, it was endorsed by Han Solo after all.
I did NOT sign up for BeigeBatch the Boring and his Dismal
CoatHanger clothes shiller to the side of him.
And Harrison himself has now officially side-eyed the
shamwow. Says a lot.
I didn’t care one iota if the dude found a gal (and for the
record, a guy if that’s the case) and got married, had kids, whatevers. I fully expected when that happened for the
dude to float on air and be even more of a happy chappy. The secret girlfriend rumour was a fun little
mystery to solve. I like solving
But no. Someone
decided he needed a re-brand. Someone
decided to Beige him, squish him into the “English Gent” mould and park him
next to an “English Rose” (who as it turns out, is anything but) and have him
go thru every major positive life milestone in one awards season, perfectly
timed to each promo/voting event. Bit
obvious that. And while we’re at it -
might as well shill some clothes. And the
solution to the mystery? Did not fit the
clues, and that begged questions … and
it turns out a hell of a lot of lies got thrown around. I don’t like being lied to. I also
don’t like having a pretentious dilettante shoved down my throat as if she’s
the second coming since sliced bread, because she’s not - more lies.
So here we are. This RC has been the most disappointing. And not just for me. I’m seeing a hell of a lot of “Sayonara
Admiral Douchecanoe” happening. Not just skeptics (closet or otherwise), but regular fans and one
or two nans. Last straw? He goes to the fucking STAR WARS premiere and
acts like his puppy just died. Bit not good that. Boring as fuck is what that is.
I’m seeing a lot of “brand failure” moments and folk saying
they’ll stick around for the skeptics, but they (and this is the kicker PR) DO
NOT WANT TO PAY for any more of his
shit. Same here. I will not be paying to see Dr Strange, I
most definitely will NOT be paying to see the Spesh, every new bit that comes
out is more dreary than the last, and it’s more than a bit of an obvious cash grab. War
Magician will just make me mad if they present Jasper’s lies as fact. The Current War? Like a lot of folk, I’ll only see that if
it’s about Tesla, and it’s not. Hollow
Crown? It’s Shakespeare, I barely got
thru Hamlet - as I’ve said, not a fan.
And I’m particularly not a fan of how RIII is depicted by Shakes, so
that’s a no.
I have better things to spend my time and money on. So please excuse me while I say “Benedict
who?”, slap down some moolah, and put a quite happy and giddy bum in a seat
… you see there’s this STAR WARS
movie out that is (despite Benedict being meh about it) something that is
wicked more exciting than some stupid fucked up showmance that destroyed what
was a fun dude to follow.
Makes lightsaber and blaster noises and runs off …
i feel like i need to repeat this again – yoongi is sooo damn beautiful irl!!! he legit looks like a mannequin… so incredibly gorgeous, i can’t even explain his beauty properly with just words… photos doesn’t make him any justice ;o;
The Summoning Circle's Interview: Clyde Questionable
This is my first fic/introduction/anything non-lyrical to do with the lovely Transcendence AU. Meet Clyde and his tales about the band, his life, and his first Alcor summons. Also, tonight the stars align and The Summoning Circle release a new track.