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soubi122 · 3 years ago

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Body Bags

Suggestive, smut, blood, gore, mention of torture, drugs, murder, violence, use of force, gun use, dark content. 🚨MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - MINORS DO NOT READ! 🚨

🚨warnings: dubcon🚨

Bonten Sanzu, Bonten Ran, Bonten Rindou.

Being a medical examiner had it's up and downs, tonight was supposed to be short night but instead, the body that strolled in brought more questions than answers.

You were counting the minutes before your shift was over. Stitching the cadaver that you just finished doing an autopsy for - your eyes were slowly closing, home was so close yet so far. The assistant who was helping you was also tired and trying their hardest to stay awake. A sudden bang jolted you both from your drowsy state. No…please, not now. You think to yourself as you see the EMTs stroll in with a stretcher and black body bag. “Sorry doc, you got one more, it’s urgent and you’re not gonna wanna eat after you see this…” The EMT says as they place the new body on another table. “That bad huh?” This piqued your interest, it wasn’t often for you to receive grotesque bodies. Usually, they were in good condition - either a natural death or a body with stab wounds or gunshot wounds. “Yeah, the cops want this processed asap. They might be dropping by shortly and periodically.” You groaned, you hated when cops demand for you to get things done asap but you can’t rush science. Half the time you had to shoo them away while examining bodies or else they would delay the process even more.

Upon the EMT’s leaving, the door to the mortuary room swung open again. This time two detectives walk in and make a beeline towards your table. “We need this done asap, Dr. (L/N). This was found in gang territory and we need to see if we can get any I.D. and cause of death.” After changing your gloves, you started to unzip the bag, the foul stench made you wrinkle your nose and the detectives were stepping back as their noses couldn’t handle it. The body was somewhat fresh, it looked like they expired within the last 48hrs - this shouldn’t take too long right? Wrong. As you looked at the corpse’s face, you noticed that it didn’t really have one, and they were missing fingertips. “Well, this is gonna take all night. You guys better go, I’ll call once I’m done-” “We can wait in the building.” You mentally scoff, these cops were extra pushy because the body was found on gang territory. “Any idea which gang?” You ask, trying to get a better idea of what signs to look for on the body. Though, judging by the corpse, it will be hard to find one - the victim was disfigured and his fingertips were missing. Something that many gangs use to avoid I.D.ing the victim. “We don’t know for sure yet. But we’ll be waiting upstairs for you.” Your assistant smiled meekly, almost as if saying ‘please send me home’. You’ve worked long enough together to know their tellsigns. “Store the other cadaver, then help me get the body out of the bag. You can go home and get some rest. I will take it from here.” The assistant couldn’t look any happier, they said their thanks and went home right after.

“Ok my friend, let’s find out what happened to you.” You say as you begin to take a closer look and turn on the recorder. Taking verbal notes and paper notes were easier for you to make sense of things, time stamping each note. It was tedious for others. The victim’s face was horribly disfigured - blunt force trauma, by what? You have yet to determine, but whatever it was, it was enough to smash the skull in. The fingertips were severed by something with teeth, like a hand saw. Speaking of teeth, his were pulled out to avoid having the victim I.D.’d via dental records. After several hours of examining the surface of the body, you were surprised that the detectives did not come in or call you even once to pester you. Must have been called in for something else, thank you lord Cthulu! You say to yourself.

It looked like the victim suffered these wounds post mortem. You will determine that after getting a better look. Kind of a relief to you, he would have suffered immensely if he were alive when they were trying to disfigure him. During the examination you realize that there is a section in the abdomen with discoloration - upon further inspection, you notice it’s a layer of fake skin made of latex. You began to take pictures of the abdomen area to document the findings. As the body was already pale and losing color - the section in the abdomen looked more peachy and as you peeled the fake skin back with a pair of forceps. The section underneath revealed a grotesque stitching. The incision site had a foul smell emanating from it. “Victim has a fake skin made of latex like material, it is covering a crude incision - the stitching is rather...amatuer?” You say in the recorder as you continue the autopsy. Taking a scalpel to cut the stitches open to take samples of the yellowish discharge, something reflected light from the inside of the victim’s abdomen. “What the hell…?” When you used the forceps to carefully fish whatever was in the body - it was several plastic bags layered over each other, you immediately knew what it was. Your eyes widened a bit, “Oh shit…” The victim was hiding drugs in his body.

The sound of the doors swinging open made you turn around in shock, you thought you were alone on the lower lever as it’s 3 am and all the assistants wouldn’t be in until 7am. Good timing I guess… You say thinking to yourself as you were getting ready to call the detectives down into the mortuary room. The male figure in the doorway was engulfed in the shadows due to the dim light on the other side of the room. You could only make out that the man was wearing dress pants, dress shoes and a sports jacket, you thought he was with the police department. “Detective, I think we found a motive…” His silence made you snort, “Look, whatever - the guy has drugs stashed in his body, I’ll let your office put the two and two together…if I’m right, you owe me lunch.” The man began walking closer to you, “Oh? So it looks like I don’t need to gut him myself…” His voice made a chill run down your spine. He wasn’t a cop, how the hell did he get past security? You take the scalpel from the table and hold on to it under your sleeve in case the guy wants to try something. “Who are you? This floor is off limits to the general public.” Your question makes the figure come closer, the light illuminating him slowly - you notice the color of his hair, the scars on lips and the piercing eyes that made your blood run cold. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What you have in your hand does…now hand it over.” You couldn’t speak or move, you were overwhelmed by his presence - the only exit was right behind him and if you tried to run, no doubt he would cut you off easily. Not to mention that you were three floors down, no one would hear you if you screamed and the fire alarm was on the far left hand side of the room, you wouldn’t reach it in time.

“What’s wrong doc? Cat got your tongue?” His tone was low and menacing. “Leave, the cops will be here shortly-” He cut you off by laughing and grinning, he looked like a wild animal baring their teeth. “No one’s coming for you dollface..” The mortuary doors swung open again and relief washed over you, hopefully the cops that just walked in can take care of this asshole. Your eyes darted to the door and two male figures in the dim light slowly approached the man with the scarred lips. “Put your hands where we can see them!” A male voice shouts from the doorway, the man with the scarred lips smirks and begins to put his hands up while staring into your soul. “Thank god, I don’t know how he got past security. Please escort him out and charge him for trespassing.” You say while moving away from him and towards the doorway. A loud bang echoed in the room and your body froze, your left arm began to burn and throb as you looked down and saw a red stain growing more and more on the sleeve of your lab coat. Dropping the scalpel, you begin to pant as the realization hits you, you were shot at and the bullet looks to have grazed your arm. The two men walked towards you, smirking and pointing their guns at you. They both had lilac eyes, purple tresses and identical neck tattoos - and smug smiles. Where the fuck were the cops or security guards? It was fairly quiet throughout the night during the examination and you needed to have a keyfob to access the bottom floor where you’re at - so how the hell did they manage to sneak in?

"She's not screaming." The man with the short purple hair said with an unfazed look on his face. You began to put pressure over the wound and back away slowly. "Don't take another step or else they won't miss on purpose again." The man with the scared lips said as he put his hands down and chuckled. "Sanzu, I'm surprised you're not snorting the goods by now." The man with the longer purple tresses said as he walked over to take a peek at the corpse on the table. The man that you could only assume is Sanzu scoffed and had a faux frown on his face. "Me? Get high on our supply? Rindou, you disappoint me." The three men in the room erupted with laughter. It was like this was a game to them and completely disregarded your presence. "Ran, get the good doctor some gauze - she's bleeding a little too much." Saznu said as the man with the short purple tresses walked towards you, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. Afraid that they'd shoot you again, you stayed perfectly still, sweat beginning to drop from your temple as Ran got closer. It was becoming harder to think or find a way out of the room with three people blocking your way. "Take your coat off doc, I'll be nice and bandage your wound - how 'bout it?" His tall figure dwarfed your own, his eyes trailing down to your lips. The way your bottom lip quivered made him bite his lip. If it's one thing that they love is having people at their mercy, especially women - whether it was during sex or a murder, the way their eyes pleaded was like heroin to them.

You swallowed hard, contemplating your next move - obey or try to shove him? “Today, doctor….(L/N)” He looked down at the embroidered name on your lab coat. Carefully, you began to take off your lab coat, wincing as the burning and throbbing continued on your arm, a small groan escaping your throat. Ran’s eyes began to devour your form, the pencil skirt accentuated your curves, and the fitted blouse has him almost salivating - the oversized and loose lab coat hides everything so well. “She sounds so cute, I wonder what she sounds like when she’s on her back…” Sanzu says as he comes closer and reaches for the small package in your hands. Your grip on it tightens, making him scoff and corner you against the counter. “If you don’t want to end up on the table, be a good girl and hand it over.” His body was pressed against yours, a prominent bulge pressed against your lower tummy, your body began to overheat from the anguish. When you didn’t comply, Saznu spread your legs apart with his knee, adding pressure to your core and you gasp - “You getting off on this doc?” His face was now centimeters from yours, you could practically feel his breath fan your lips, it made your heart beat faster. You couldn’t deny that they were handsome but they were criminals and a threat to your life. So why the hell was your body tingling all over?

The sound of the office phone ringing made everyone turn around, it continued ringing and ringing, annoying both Ran and Rindou. “Let her pick up the phone, what if someone comes down to look for her?” Rindou says while standing by the phone. “Go on doc, pick up the phone but if you try to ask for help or signal for help, I’ll slit that pretty little throat of yours.” Sanzu says as he backs away from you, the heat that his knee brought to your core was still lingering on you - would you be able to even talk properly while under so much pressure and pain? After you remove your gloves and set the bloody package on the table, you begin walking over to the phone, Rindou stares at you with half lidded eyes and a smirk on his face, he’s just waiting for you to make a wrong move. Picking up the receiver and holding it against your shoulder, you try your best to sound normal. “This is doctor (L/N).” You say dryly while leaning against the wall for support. “Hey (Y/N), I know it’s late but have you found anything on our victim yet? Also, has detective X stopped by yet? He was supposed to check in an hour ago with us at the station.” The other person on the line asks with a hint of concern in their voice. It felt like there was a knot in your stomach, all three men were looking at you and waiting for your response - fingers lightly resting on the trigger of their guns. “Um, not yet - just waiting for some toxicology results, no I.D. on the victim yet. By the way, you mentioned detective X, they were here earlier when the EMT’s dropped off the body-” Tense words were cut off by Sanzu walking over and pinning you against the wall, his gun drawn and trailing up your skirt. The cold metal made you gasp and almost drop the receiver. . “What was that? Are you ok?” The person on the line asked, both Rindou and Ran also approached you - caging your body against the wall. “Hello? (Y/N)?” In the softest whisper, Ran leaned into your ear, “Answer them…” Sanzu’s eyes never left yours and kept hiking up your skirt with his gun. Rindou was inching his fingers closer to your wound, almost threatening to touch it and put you in a world of pain. “Yes, yes - sorry. It’s just creepy down here sometimes, you know the bodies still have gasses left in them and sometimes it sounds like they moan when they leak out. Kind of makes it feel like I’m not alone down here.”

Big mistake, they took that as a pathetic cry for help. Both Ran and Rindou’s eyes narrowed, searing you with their gaze. The hem of your skirt was up to your thighs, Sanzu’s gun was now completely under and between your legs, and against your clothed clit. Your eyes widened and began to water, your eyes begging for mercy as you didn’t know what you did wrong. “Ha! I don’t know how you do it girly - I would shit myself if I were to hear something like that. Ugh. Anyways, give me a call once detective X shows up, I need to tear him a new one when I see him.” The person on the other line laughed and joked while ending the call. “Nice try doc, tryin’ to ask for help-” Sanzu says when you retort back at him, “I didn’t say anything!” His hand is quick to grip your cheeks, squishing them with force and making you yelp, making the tears fall down your cheek. “Aww, you made her cry - I love it when women cry, don’t you Rindou? Their sweet little sniffles and salty tears…” Ran says while swiping his tongue over your cheek. A muffled whimper made Sanzu smile and lightly rub his gun against your clit. “Just take the fucking bag and leave me be - please…” You say while screwing your eyes shut at the sickening pleasure that was being forced on you as he put further pressure on your clit. A small moan escaping your throat that didn’t go unnoticed by the trio. It was too much, you didn’t know whether they were going to let you live, kidnap you, torture you or kill you on the spot, keeping you on edge every second.

“I think we’re past that dollface…” The coy smirk that Rindou made, had knots forming in your stomach. “Please…if you’re going to kill me, just do it already.” You say in a low tone, almost as if you’re giving into the obscure fate. A snicker makes you look up, soft sapphire hues giving you a glimmer of hope, were they going to let you live? “Tell ya what doc, I’m feeling generous and you look like you can use a break…how about you bend over the desk and if you stay quiet until we’ve had our fill - we’ll let you live. How does that sound? Easy enough, right?” Your brain short circuited for a second, were they serious about this? Just giving them some pussy in exchange for your life? “Tick tock doc, or do you prefer for us to use that pretty little mouth of yours?” Rindou asked as he unzipped his pants. “Hey hey hey, I saw her first! I get first dibs.” Sanzu says as he releases your cheeks and squares up to Rindou. They begin exchanging insults and are too preoccupied with their ‘my dick is bigger than yours’ talk to notice that Ran had you bent over the desk already. His own hand stroking his member as his fingers slid your panties to the side to relish at the sight of your wet folds. “Fuck, dollface - you’re soaking wet.” His words bring further heat to your core and snatch the attention of Rindou and Sanzu. “You asshole! I said dibs!” Sanzu was just about to intervene when Ran shoved his cock through your core without warning, making you gasp and clench around his length. It’s been so long since you’ve slept with anyone, work has consumed your life and usually men who do approach you, end up running away from you when you tell them your occupation. “So tight…” He groaned as he reeled his hips back and slammed into you. You were holding in your moans, biting your lip and screwing your eyes shut. As much as you hated them, you couldn’t deny that it felt so good, your walls were greedily swallowing his cock and milking him for all he’s worth.

“She looks like she’s enjoying it.” Rindou says as he strokes his member. Sanzu huffed and took a seat on the far side of the desk. “Hurry up, Kokonoi’s gonna call soon - that fucker always tends to call just when I’m about to get laid.” Ran could only smirk and continue his assault on your soaking cunt. His pace was quick and sloppy, chasing his own high and not giving a damn that he’s bruising your hips from the constant banging into the desk. Your legs begin to spread open slowly, hips pushing slowly back so that you get a little distance from the table so your hips can get a little relief. “Fuck, you really are enjoying this…push back a little more dollface.” Ran moans as he nears his climax, purple strands begin to stick to his forehead and his breathing is erratic. You did as you were told and felt him hit a certain spot that made you moan. The sound of a gun being cocked made your body freeze, Sanzu waved the gun in your face - the twisted smile growing larger by the second. “Remember doc, you need to keep quiet…or else…BANG!” His yell made you flinch and clench harder around Ran’s cock, throwing him over the edge and making him cum, thick ropes of white coated your walls. After slowing his pace he pulled out, watching how his seed drips down your plush thighs. “Next…” Sanzu says as he looks over at Rindou, signaling that it’s his turn.

You tried catching your breath as your figure slumped over the desk, tears began to blur your vision as you looked over your shoulder to Rindou positioning himself. “Don’t worry dollface, I’ll be gentle.” He winks at you, a sweet smile masking his next move. A harsh slap on your ass cheek made you yelp, you immediately looked over to Sanzu who is now pointing his gun at you, smirking. “Strike two….” Rindou slid himself in slowly, making sure to get the complete feel of your walls fluttering around his length. “You weren’t kidding, she’s fucking tight!” Rindou says as he drags his length in and out of your core. It was gentle but the grip he had on your hips was painful - he was purposely making you hurt somewhere else. His nails were leaving crescent marks and you swore he was making you bleed. The pain from the graze faded as your body began to go numb. No panting, no small whimpers or moans could be heard, just the sound of your walls squelching around his length echoed in the large cold room. The light was fading from your eyes as you stared at the barrel of Sanzu’s gun. “Sanzu, you’re making her tense - stop pointing that thing at her and let her enjoy herself.” He says as he pulls your hair back, making your back arch and giving him deeper access to your honeypot. “That’s it …does that feel good?” You were about to answer but remembered that Saznu was still pointing his gun at you. You opted to nod instead and arched your back more and matched his pace so that Rindou could quickly finish. “F-Fuck, gonna fill you up dollface.” He moaned into your ear as you felt his cock throb and more heat dripping from your core as he came. God he was so close to making you reach your own climax. He pulled out and dragged his finger along your slit, teasing you with his cum and rubbed small circles on your clit.

“My turn…” Sanzu says as he comes closer, gun still in hand and pointed in your direction. “Alright doc, lay back on the desk and hold your legs open for me…think of this as one of those - what are they called again? Oh right, pelvic exams.” The smug look on his face made your legs quiver as you hooked your arms under your knees to keep your legs open. Pink dusting your face as this was a compromising position to be in, if you get caught like this by another staff member walking in - it’s over. “Good girl…” He begins to zip his pants and lets his cock spring free, his tip was already leaking and you see the way it throbs as he grips his shaft and strokes himself. He was making you impatient, the loathsome need to cum was making you pout without realizing it. “Look at that pout, she wants you…bad.” Ran says as he rinses the blood off the package you left on the table. You look up at Sanzu, beseeching him with your eyes as he closes the distance and slides his tip along your folds. His breath hitched as the tip pushed past your entrance and the warmth enveloped him. His cock felt much different than the other two, it was thicker, longer and that slight curve had your eyes rolling back into your skull. “They stretched you out and you’re still this fucking tight?” The further he pushed his length in, the more you struggled to hold back your moans, your breathing was becoming erratic and it felt like you were about to cum. He was splitting you open slowly and painfully. Once he bottomed out, he placed his hand on your lower abdomen and chuckled when he felt something. “Look dollface, look down at your tummy…you see that?” Your eyes trailed down your figure and widened when you could see your tummy bulge from his cock being all the way in. He pressed his palm against your lower abdomen and felt as your cunt began to suck him in - the way his palm put even more pressure on you was making you see stars.

Sanzu’s pace quickened and he used his free hand to unhook your legs and squish them closed, almost pressing your knees to your chest, making the sensation that much better and almost making you scream. You could only try and grab on to anything, hands flying up to the wall for support, your orgasm was clawing its way out. Tears lined your lashes as your walls spasmed around his cock and your juices soaked the desk and his length. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were a moaning mess entering a state of delirium. Sanzu’s own high made him release your legs and as they spread open, he doubled over and pressed his forehead against yours - more thick ropes of white decorated your walls. Once your high came down and your breathing steadied, you looked up to see Sanzu’s glossy half lidded eyes staring back at you. “Strike three dollface…” He backed away slowly and everything went black.

***Several hours later***

The mortuary doors swing open and in walks detective x with his partner and your assistant. They were greeted by darkness and silence, aside from the corpse from earlier, there was no one here. “Ah geez, where the fuck did doctor (L/N) go?” The other detective reached for the light switch and turned it on. Your assistant was looking around, trying to see if you left any notes or anything signaling where you were. “She may have gone home for the day, but why is this still out here?” She says as she looks at the corpse and over to the freezers, bodies must be stored after autopsies or else they can rot quicker and potentially affect evidence. She pans over to the mortuary table that had a new body bag on it, “Oh god, not another one. No wonder she left, she must have been so tired - poor doctor (L/N).” As she began to walk over, she noticed that the bag looked oddly familiar, it had the same stains on it as the body bag used to bring in the victim from earlier. “Umm, detective - I’m getting a little creeped out, this wasn’t here when I left.” As the detective approached the table, the assistant slowly pulled the zipper down and opened the bag. A loud piercing scream echoed in the room, the assistant backs away from the table and is screaming her lungs out. “Holy shit…” The detective says as he sees inside the bag. Your body was neatly tucked in, there was a bullet hole on your temple and your eyes were open. The detective found a note sticking out from inside the waistband of your skirt, it read:

All she had to do was stay quiet

END.

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dyed-red · 3 years ago

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Since op has me blocked and I can't reblog that gifset of dean in Lazarus Rising playing with the knife and waiting for cas, I'm gonna ramble for a sec about dean in Sam's clothes.

He's practically swimming in his brother's jacket and shirts, looking younger than he is by virtue of his too-long sleeves. Like wearing his daddy's leather jacket he's in his too big little brother's borrowed threads. Borrowed for his body f(rom)or his family like the borrowed time he was on before he went under.

(48hrs fresh out of hell and summoning a monster he can't hope to kill wearing clothes from a man he can't bear to bring along and expose to this danger.)

Little boy soldier all grown up and staring down monsters well out of his league like he's been doing since he was old enough to point and shoot, and all that youth is still there after a half century in hell. All that stubbornness. Some things never change.

#dean #joke's on the ppl who block me because the worst I'm ever gonna do is #spill my on-topic brainworms all over their post #but alas the mere touch of my wincestie hands is apparently infectious so #guess i get to make my own posts #lazarus rising

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amor-immortalem · 3 years ago

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Friends (With Benefits)

Minors DNI

A/N: Fair warning this is a mammonxoc smut-not a very good one but its a smut nonetheless- because its just that kinda day... It’s not the first one I’ve written but it’s the first one I’ve ever posted that hasn’t been part of a role play so... yeah. Do with that info what you will...

I'm not participating in kinktober but since its that time of year I figured eh why the hell not. Now, if you excuse me. I need some water.

Also I’m doing that 48hr post+ protest so any comments questions or concerns will be heard on the 4th.

Warning(s)?: unprotected sex, oral sex (Female receiving) size kink (if you squint)

Gods she needed to get off. She’d been down here on the exchange programme for about six months at this point and yeah, Asmodeus made it a point to make sure she had plenty of quality toys at her disposal for the year, but it just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Not to mention, she never had a moment’s peace in this god-forsaken house to begin with. It was common place for Arella to come home to Mammon or one of his brothers making themselves at home here in her room or just barging in whenever they felt like it- no better way to kill the mood than getting walked in on by one of her housemates.

In fact, that’s the case today. Arella had come home a little earlier than the others due to them being stuck for a student council meeting for the express purpose of having some privacy and time to relieve her frustrations without risking the chance that one of those pesky demons would interrupt her. Of course, that wasn’t the case for her as waiting on her bed was the Avatar of Greed himself scrolling through his phone like it was no big deal- dressed in only a pair of grey sweat pants because of course he would be.

It was a nice view though. Despite Mammon’s frustrating hot-’n-cold attitude sometimes, he always is pleasing to look at and now in her desire-addled mind, Arella finds herself scanning over his form as her eyes drift lower and lower until...

“Ya gonna just stand there or...?” Mammon calls, not looking away from the screen of his phone.

Her face flushes at the notion that he’s caught her eyeing him up like a piece a meat. “Why’re you in here, Mammon? Surely, you have better things to do since you’re always so busy.”

“Well yeah, naturally, I’ve always got shit ta do but I said we were gonna do movie night after school today so...”

“Can you give me a few hours, please? I... have to take care of something.” Arella sighs when the demon makes no effort to leave but rather shifts a little to the point that the material of his pants leaves astoundingly little to the imagination.

She audibly swallows, trying so hard not to stare. Arella has to look away, her face an impossibly bright shade of red as her mind starts to wander into the gutter. She could always order him away with the pact but she always did hate using it unnecessarily. It’s not until she sees the smirk on his face that she knows he’s fucking with her.

“What’s so important that I can’t be here, huh?” Mammon drops his phone on the bed beside him.

“That smirk on your face tells me you know exactly why.” The human glares at him.

“Yeah ‘n that’s why ‘m not goin’,” The Avatar of Greed laughs, “Yer jus’ gonna have to suffer, Princess.”

“You are absolutely horrible, you know that?” Arella sighs in frustration. “C’mon, Mammon, just go, please. Unlike you, who has the luxury of going out to find a partner when you need to get laid, I can’t for risk that they’ll eat me afterwards so I have to take care of myself when it comes to that.”

“You could always just ask me to help ya...” The demon suggests. “Ever heard of the term ‘friends with benefits’?”

“Huh- Wha- I – Of course, I’ve heard of the term!” She crosses her arms as she huffs. “But friends with benefits only works when both parties don’t run the risk of catching feelings. And you strike me as the type who does.”

“What? No. Couldn’t be me.” The demon rolls his eyes as he looks away, “’sides you’d be doin’ me a favor too and ya can’t tell me that yer not even a little curious about what I’m like in bed. I heard ya this morning. Moanin’ my name and beggin’ me for more.” A smug smirk paints itself on his face as he gets up, approaching her, walking her back until she’s trapped between him and the wall. “Well? Ya got your chance with The Great Mammon now... ya gonna take it or blow it?”

Arella bites her lip as she mulls it over. It wasn’t like he was wrong. She did fantasize about him more than she should for someone who she considers a friend. “Fuck it,” she murmurs as she surges forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss as she pushes him back towards her bed.

If the need wasn’t so urgent, she’d take her time with Mammon, but honestly, going for six months without any chance for release when she was used to being able to have it whenever only made her more desperate to find it now. Her hands traveled all along the demon’s body as she straddled his hips. She let out a soft moan as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and he rolled them over, grinding his hips against hers. He broke their kiss only to trail them down to her neck where he nibbled and sucked little love bites into the delicate skin on her neck.

Arella’s fingers carded through his snowy hair as she panted, head tilting to the side as he moved, his hands coming up work on unbuttoning her unform shirt, tossing it to the side once it was off. He wasn’t so gentle with her bra, choosing to rip it off and toss it away as if the article of clothing had offended him somehow.

“Mammon!” she gasped as she watched it go.

“What? Ya got a hundred more where that came from. If it’s that big a deal I’ll by ya a new one.” the greedy demon growls as he trails his lips down her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking as his fingers pinched and rolled the other one. Every once and a while he would lightly nip at her before circling it with his tongue. Arella would only tug at his hair impatiently signaling him to get on with it as he chuckled. “Here, get these wet for me.”

He prods her lips with his fingers and she takes them in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them as he pushed them in further to the point that she was nearly gagging on them as he works on ridding her of her skirt and panties. As they slid down her legs, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth and tracing them down her stomach. He let his warm breath tease for a bit as she tried to rock her hips to spur him to action.

“Impatient, ain’t ya, Baby?” He chuckled, “Just hold still, you’ll get what ya want.”

“If you’d stop teasing, maybe I would,” she pouts, just wanting to feel him where she needed it most.

“As you wish, Princess.” The demon smirks as he spreads her open and licks a stripe from her opening to her clit and she could almost cry at how good it feels when he starts to gently suckle on the sensitive nub.

“Fuuuck, yes, right there,” She gasps at the feeling of his mouth on her and the prodding of one of his long fingers at her opening followed soon by a second. “Don’t stop...”

Her head tips back as she lets a pleasured sigh fall from her mouth, her hand coming down to knot itself in Mammon’s fleecy white hair to push him closer, drawing a moan from the demon. He has her dangerously close to the edge of oblivion without having even done much of anything.

“I’m so close, Baby, keep going.” she rocks her hips to match pace of his fingers before he pulls them away only to replace them with his tongue and she lets out a frantic cry as she feels the wet muscle work its way against her walls while his thumb rubbed tight circles around her clit.

“Don’t hold back. Let me have it.” He growls out as he returns to his ministrations and she absolutely loses it, body going tense as she lets out a strangled moan and she clenches around his tongue as she cries out his name.

The demon cleans her up as he helps her ride out her high before pulling away, making a show of licking his lips as he crawls his way back up her body. He leans down for another kiss and Arella moans at how she can taste herself on his lips and tongue. She used her knee to brush against his crotch listening to the beautiful groan he lets out at the sensation.

“Get those off,” The human says in reference to his sweat pants that now have a large stain of pre covering the front. “You need more or are you good to go right away?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He pushes himself up on his knees and slowly rids himself of his sweat pants allowing his cock to spring up, slapping against his belly.

Her jaw drops at the sight of him. She knew he was big- but damn. He absolutely would tear her apart if they we’re careful- and are those piercings? She can feel her mouth start to water as she looks up at him to see the predatory look in his eyes that were now a shining gold.

“That shut ya up real fast, didn’t it?” He chuckled as he lined himself up. “You ready or do you need a minute?”

“No, I’m fine.” A determined look crossed her eyes. “I’m more than ready.”

“Got a safe word?”

“Just use the traffic light system.” She hooks a leg over his hips to bring him closer. “I want this.”

The stretch she feels as Mammon enters her is as delicious as it is painful even with him taking breaks to let her adjust. Once he’s fully seated, he keeps still as she takes a moment to savor it. With a nod from her, he begins to rock his hips gently, upping his pace as he draws more moans and gasps and the occasional whine from his human. Soon he’s pounding into her as he slips into his demon form.

Her hands are at his back, digging into the skin near the base of his wings and scratching angry red lines down his back. She’s so tight around him that it’s intoxicating to the demon as he lets out a growl. He can feel her next climax is imminent by the way her walls are clenching and gripping him and the breathy pitchy cries of his name- by the way her eyes are nearly rolled back into her head as he pulls her legs up over his hips to hit deeper. The pleasure is overwhelming as his piercings drag along her walls and she cums for the second time that afternoon.

He slows his pace in consideration of the human but he never stops all together. As she starts to squirm from the overstimulation, Mammon holds her still.

“What’s your color, Baby?”

“Green,” Arella looks up at him and pulls him back down by the horns for a tongue filled kiss as he picks his pace back up.

She ran her fingers against the curls of his horns as the demon goes back to biting and sucking on her neck as the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of their moans, growls, and gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “More! I need more, Mammon. Please.” She has tears slipping down her cheeks from the overstimulation. “It's so good... you’re so big...”

He growls as he hoists her legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding her in half as he thrust into her at a near animalistic pace hitting the deepest part of her as she cried for him. He was getting close to his release as he grasped her hand in his.

“Almost there... so close... Just keep squeezin’ me like that.”

“Me too!” Arella threw her head back, “Fuck, I’m so close. Cum inside.”

“Yer playin’ with fire, Princess. Ya really want that from me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her grip on his hand tightened as she threw her head back. “Fill me up.”

He groaned as he felt her walls tighten once more as she hit her last release. “Shit... haah... fuck. I’m cumming!” Mammon buries his face in her neck as his thrusts falter. His cock twitches as he fills her with his seed until she’s overflowing with a mixture of their fluids.

They ride out their highs together, letting out soft groans and gasps as the demon pulls her legs down from his shoulders. They stare at each other as they try to catch their breath, wide-eyed, sweaty messes before bursting into a fit a laughter.

“I can’t believe we did that,” He sighs as he leans his forehead against hers.

“That was... amazing...” She sighs, “Best sex I’ve had ever had... I don’t know about you but I need a nap after we shower and change the sheets.”

“Yeah, I second that...” Mammon groans as he pulls out and rolls out of bed. “I’ll start the water; you just pull the sheets off.”

Arella only gave him a thumbs up as she sat up, feeling considerably better than she had before she’d gotten home from school.

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hopelesslyfallenninlove · 3 years ago

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A Little Bit of Ink ~ Wilhemina Venable x Fem. Reader

There was one thing I have been hiding from my girlfriend. This kept me from staying the night, kept me from showering with her. I don't know how she will react. No one ever knows how Wilhemina Venable will react to anything. How did we get together you might ask, well... It was my first job interview ever at 23yrs old that's not great. I was a nervous wreck, I knew this was going to end bad. I walk into Kineros Robotics, I was applying as a secretary to the secretary, a Wilhemina Venable. I walk to the front desk and see a nice young girl I walk up to her and say "Hello, would you be able to help me find Wilhemina Venable I have an interview with her today."

"And you're going into an interview with Ms.Venable looking like that? What ever you're not gonna get the job anyways, floor 10 all the way down the hall, she shouldn't be missed, she has fiery red hair." Before I got the chance to say something she left. I walked to the elevators and pressed the 10th floor button. This should be fun. I thought to myself. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I start to second guess my outfit of choice. Before I can think further the doors open and I see red hair straight down the hall. Oh boy here we go, no turning back now. The lady was right there is nothing in the way, it's a straight shot and she would be able to tell if I left.

I do my best to calmly walk down the hallway without hyperventilating. As soon as I get to her desk I am frozen, is it fear, is it nerves? No it's because the women in front of my is absolutely breath taken. "M-Ms. Venable, it's nice to meet you. My names Y/F/N." I reach my hand out to shake her hand and I see her just looking at it, so I slowly put my hand back to my side.

"You're late by 10 seconds. That is unacceptable, and you're clothing is terrible. If you get this job and I mean if you better be 15min early everyday and wear clothing that is more work appropriate. That means slacks and a nice blouse if you have a blazer that is also acceptable. Now please stop standing there is an idiot and sit down." This is the first time she looks up. There is no expression on her face what so ever, but I've dealt with people like this before they just want to see a rise out of you. I take a deep breath and take a seat.

"I will make sure I'm here 25min early everyday and I will get some more appropriate clothing, if I do get hired Ms.Venable." I stare at her and give her a little smirk.

"Well then looks like you're hired, I will be seeing you tomorrow bright and early. Have a good day Ms. Y/L/N" I stand and make my way to the elevators, maybe I thought this all wrong it was a good day.

That is how Mina and I met and from then on Oh did we flirt, well I flirted with her but she warmed up slowly but surly. It's been 3 months from when Mina and I had our first date, first kiss and when she asked me to be her girlfriend. I never had to worry about Mina seeing me whole we always had the lights off and I've always left before the sun rose. However this week I had not been sleeping so much, I've been up for 48hrs trying to get this proposal wrote. Mina asked me to come over for dinner and well lets say things went to dessert before we had dinner. In our defense it has been 1 week since our last time. I must have been so exhausted and I slept until 10am because when I woke up I heard a loud gasp. I immediately wake up and get into attack position, "Mina are you okay, is someone in the house?" When I don't hear anything I look over at Mina and see her staring at my back. "Mina what are you loo- oh wait I can explain" realizing she's staring at my tattoo that has always been covered when I'm around her.

"Yo-You have a tattoo and didn't tell me? You know how I see about those" I see her eyes starting to tear up.

"Mina please don't cry, I know you don't like them, but when I get a tattoo I get it for something meaningful. These wolf paw prints, they represent each milestone in my life if you look closer you will see that there is some writing in there. The one at the bottom of my spin it's for me graduating high school, the next one if for collage, then there's one for my first job, my first car, my first girlfriend that's you Mina, then I'm hope I'll get one for when we get married and one for our kids. I know you probably don't like it at all and if you don't want to be together after this it's okay, I understand and I will not be mad." With this said I put on my clothes and make my way downstairs and out the door to my apartment.

It's been 2 weeks since I last spoke to Mina and it's honestly killing me I thought she would be able to accept it because we love each other but I guess I was wrong. It's about 12am and I'm still awake trying to get work done, ever since I left I've pushed myself into my work and work all the time. I only get like 4 hrs of sleep then work. I look at the clock 12:30am it reads and just then their is a knock on my door. Confused I go over to my door and look through the peephole, and there she is in all her beauty Wilhemina Venable. I open the door and pull her inside. "What are you doing here so late Mina?" I asked and she looks up at me and starts to cry. "What's wrong Mina? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay Y/N, I'm just so sorry you felt like you had to hide yourself from me. I don't care if you have tattoo's I care if you're happy and healthy. Oh it's been horrible without you, I've finally realized that you my dear, my darling, you are my soulmate and I want to grow old with you. I want to marry you, and have a family. Please don't leave me, please stay with me." Mina hugs me so tightly that I can't breath but I don't care I hug her back and am careful not to hurt her.

"Oh honey I love you so much and I'm not going anywhere" after a while we pull apart. "Does this mean you'll get a tattoo with me?"

"Don't push it Y/L/N" we both laugh and watch some movies before going to bed and staying there the next day all day. Just the two of us and some ink.

#lgbt #ahs x reader #wilhemina venable x reader

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memes-saved-me · 5 years ago

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What was originally a quick headcanon became a 2.2K p*rn with some plot thanks to @cockasinthebird 😉

《NSFT/W under the cut》

Steve had seen that Polaroid, seen it in his mind late at night but he never thought he would actually see Billy wearing it. Especially, after Starcourt. He knew how self conscious Billy had become from the scars covering his chest and back, the scars that reminded him of terrible acts and bad times. It was more that people would ask how he got them if they caught a glimpse of the white streaks spread across his torso. He would have to lie and say it was the fire or a car accident but Steve would always pull him aside and tell him how much he loved them because in some twisted way it brought Billy to him.

So, when Billy walked down the stairs one morning in nothing but a pair of Steve's shorts and that Everlast crop he couldn't believe it. Couldn't process it as Billy stretched and walked into the kitchen bare foot like he did every morning he stayed the night. All he could do was stare at him.

"What?" Billy asked confused. His hair still a mess, sticking up in random places and completely flat at the back. He didn't reply, instead he moved and soon had Billy pinned up against the counter and his hands up the grey shirt. Running his fingers over the hard muscle underneath, then down his stomach until he reached the elastic waistband of the shorts. "Steve."

He pulled at them and kissed Billy hard and desperate. Not thinking with the head on his shoulders at all he pulled at the shorts until he had them around Billy thick thighs. He loved his thighs in tight shorts, especially Steve's because they were a size or two smaller than what Billy should be wearing.

Billy didn't complain, he relaxed against the cold marble. Didn't even ask he just let Steve grab him and keep kissing him as he felt his cold fingers on his warm skin under that shirt.

It wasn't until he went to pull off the top that Steve stopped and grabbed his wrists, leaving him half hard and confused. But he still went along with it, let Steve place his hands back on the edge of the counter and watched as he continued. Moaned as he teasingly grabbed at his pecks and jerked him off in the early morning sunlight.

Billy always looked so good at this time, the light catching the gold flecks in his air and in the summer his freckles could just be seen. Didn't matter if his hair was all mated or if he clearly hadn't showered yet. This was Steve's favourite Billy. Soft, warm and his. No one saw him like this but Steve did and he loved knowing that.

Even if he had something to say Steve wasn't giving him the chance to because his mouth was still on his as he continued his sudden need to do this to Billy. All because of this damn tank top.

He moved to kissing his way from Billy's neck to lifting up the grey fabric and kissing his still warm chest, then his stomach. He paused and looked up at him to see his eyes fixed right on him, not looking away for a second. Steve licked his tip and teached up to put his hands under the top again, feel the fabric brushing his knuckles and Billy's chest rise at the sudden sensation.

Steve knew how Billy worked, knew exactly what to do to get him where he wanted. So, without warning he began licking around him in circles, making sure to hit that sweet spot under his head. Make his legs weak and his fingers grip his messy hair. The sounds he was making were enough encouragement for Steve to continue until he finally took him in.

Felt his breathing become heavier, twitch slightly and then. Billy lurched forward and shot right into the back of Steve's throat. Except, he didn't stop. He kept going to make sure he got every bit he could out of him before swallowing and standing up to see his work.

Billy was blisted out. His eyes heavier than they were before and honestly Steve was proud of himself. That must have been a record for time. Normally he liked to edge him, keep him begging for more but right then he needed to get it done and suppress the feeling that top gave him.

The next time Billy wore it was about two weeks later while they were having a beer out by the pool. It wasn't particularly warm but the heat from the water was enough to keep Steve happy in his jumper and jeans. Billy, however, had decided he wanted to wear nothing but his own pyjama bottoms and that top.

He strolled out and walked right up to Steve and sat between his legs on the deckchair. "You're so warm," Billy remarked and snuggled into him.

Steve, again couldn't speak. He didn't even wrap his arms around Billy because his brain had short-circuited and he began kissing Billy's neck instead. Running his hands up his back under the shirt and instantly needing to repeat his actions from last time. Billy followed and stood up so that he could straddle Steve.

Have Steve looking up at him as he rest his hands on his shoulders for support. That was when Steve lifted the shirt and began licking Billy's nipples. He had never wanted to this much his entire time with him but something about that shirt made whatever was underneath so much more hot and he needed to get a hold of it.

Billy leant back so that he could get a better reach, let out quiet groans into the cool night air as Steve went to work on him. Except, he was so busy he didn't notice Billy reaching for his fly and pulling out his semi and moving his thumb over his head.

That was when Steve pulled down the shirt and kissed Billy while he pulled down his red and white checked pants to get a hold of him. Not a word was said, they had done similar stuff too many times to count since Billy recovered and they realised that they were more than friends.

It didn't take long for the two of them to finish, for Billy to lean forward and press their foreheads together as he groaned as he shot all over Steve's jumper and his hand. Steve grabbed at Billy's chest and he finished, unfortunately on the top. Meaning it had to be washed and would not be making an appearance for a little while.

The worst time was in the summer. About a week after Billy had worn it to bed and Steve had fucked him into the mattress while grabbing at the grey material to hold him down. It was the worst because the kids were over.

The pool had closed because some kid took a shit and it had to be cleaned for the next 48hrs so Steve offered his own. Not like his parents were around to be around to say no.

So Max, Lucas, Dustin and Mike were all lounging around in the sun. Steve messing around with the radio as Robin carried drinks to the little table near the grass. That was when Billy appeared, in nothing but that shirt and his old Lifeguard shorts. Steve was like 90% sure he had thrown those out but apparently not and he had brought them over just for the occasion.

"What? I wasn't gonna waste money on a new pair when I got these for free," Billy shrugged as he walked over to take his place on one of the deckchairs.

Steve knew by his face that he was doing this on purpose, he didn't need to wear a shirt but there he was in all his sun kissed glory. It took everything he had to not make up some excuse and drag Billy upstairs.

I need help with something. No.

Can you have a look at the Beamer because its acting up and you're a trainee mechanic. No.

Come help me pick a movie for later. No.

No way was he going to get Billy away from the pool and it not be obvious. So he had to sit and wait, avoid looking at him. Avoid thinking about it until finally the sun started to set and everyone needed to go home.

Within a minute of Steve waving Dustin goodbye he had Billy pressed against the kitchen sink. "I hate you."

"Not in this you don't," Billy smirked and spun around so that Steve was the one against the cold counter. His hands wet from the sink and his shorts becoming tight from the thought of Billy fucking him in that top.

Without a word Billy lifted Steve up by his ass and let him wrap his legs around his waist so that he could carry him into the living room and lower him onto the chair. "My dad's chair?"

"You scared he's gonna find out?" Billy didn't waste a second pulling off Steve's shorts and throwing them somewhere on the carpet. The blinds weren't even closed but it didn't matter because all he could think about was the fact Billy was standing over him in that shirt and he needed him to do whatever he was going to right that minute.

He was already half way there and all he needed was Billy pulling off his own shorts and revealing that he was already hard to get Steve to the same level. Billy was so thick, everything about him was thick. His arms, his thighs, fingers and most importantly his...

"Bottle's upstairs," Steve said but Billy just chuckled.

"Not today, princess."

Billy moved in nothing but the tank top towards the TV and bent down to grab something from behind the pile of vhs tapes that Steve had brought home from work. It was the bottle he always kept by his bed and Billy had moved it like he knew this was going to happen.

It wasn't necessary to question it because it didn't matter and it only sped up the whole thing which he was thankful for. Billy walked back over and knelt down in front of the chair to lift Steve's legs and get a good position. He heard the familiar sound of the bottle squeezing out the lube and then felt Billy move his thigh just a little more before looking at him and massaging his hole.

All he could do was lie their, his neck bent upwards and his legs in the air as Billy got him ready. Added a finger and began curling it and sliding in and out. Two fingers and then scissoring them to open him up, knowing he needed to be a little more open then himself because they had done this too many times to count. Once they knew they were clean, condoms weren't even a thought and once they knew how much better it was without them they were never mentioned again.

"That's enough," Steve breathed and Billy moved to get between his legs, put himself right against his entrance and begin pushing inside slowly to make sure Steve was comfortable.

Once he was, that was it. Steve held on for dear life as Billy fucked into him, his hands holding Steve's hips up in the air and Steve gripped to the loose fabric as much as he could from his position.

The cursing and the sounds he was making would make his grandmother cry but Billy was hitting his spot everytime and he was so close. He way the top was swaying with every thrust, the sweat patches appearing under his arms and the look in Billy's eyes and he moved at such a speed you could hear his hips hitting Steve, it was all too much and then Steve came. Untouched and hot, shooting onto his own bare chest as Billy continued. Didn't let up or stop his pace for a second making Steve grip to the shirt even more.

Billy leant forward, moving his hands to grip the arms of the chair as he came inside. Thick and hot just like Billy himself and then he collapsed on top of Steve, his head on his chest as he caught his breath. Steve ran his fingers through his sweat socked hair and took in the exhaustion.

When Billy finally stood up he pulled off the shirt and threw it on the pile of shorts. "I'm never getting rid of that," he smiled before scooping Steve up and carrying him towards the downstairs bathroom.

"I'll buy you a new one if you do," Steve replied as he sat on the toilet lid as Billy pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the hot water.

It became some kind of game between them but only in private. Although Billy loved the way it made him feel with Steve he would never wear it in public. Although the idea of walking into Family Video in nothing but jean shorts and the tank had come to mind he couldn't do that to poor Robin and the thought of the questions and lies put him off.

That didn't stop him from wearing it to bed, or to the backyard or under his jacket one night by the quarry. He knew exactly what was guaranteed by his wearing of it and that was a dangerous piece of information for him to have about Steve.

#i wrote this in like an hour and a half #and sm*t is not my forte so #harringrove fic #harringrove #steve Harrington #Billy hargrove #Billy x Steve #Steve x Billy

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drivingsideways · 5 years ago

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Based on this excellent post and tags by @frankdelfino, and thanks to @rain-hat yelling in the chat window for twenty minutes, here’s a not-fic outline in the universe where Jo Yeong and Jo Eun-seop are actually brothers.

So here's how this goes. This is RoK verse, monarchies are passé, thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

- Jo Yeong and Eun-seop grow up middle class, and look like peas in a pod, have completely opposing personalities and can generally be trusted to get up to the WORST POSSIBLE SHENANIGANS ever known to a pair of long-suffering parents who've had the temerity to have not one, but two sets of twins. Anyways, Eun-seop is absolutely the one GETTING them into the shenanigans, and Yeong is the one getting them OUT of it, despite the fact that Eun-seop is older by 4 minutes

-Eun-seop loses a year at school when he gets into an accident at 14; a drunk driver, a bicycle, and Yeong just a little too far away to do anything but call the ambulance and hold his brother's hand right until they force him to let go as they rush Eun-seop into surgery. He holds it again, once he's wheeled out, and right upto when he wakes up so he doesn't wake up alone (he hasn't gone home in 48hrs, I'm fine, thanks eomma, you should go home to the babies, they'll be scared without you.). Anyways, Eun-seop wakes up, demands to know whether he'll have a cool scar from the surgery (before he demands to know whether he will be able to walk again) and Yeong's like you're never going to be as cool as me, now shut up and sip this water slowly. Eun-seop recovers, and Yeong's there through every single physio session and taking extra notes in class, and recording videos surreptitiously, so Eun-seop can see how all their classmates are faring and also failing at everything, now that they're in first year of high school. (Yeong would have stayed back a year at school, but Eun-seop forbids it, and uses his Oppa-pass, which he only uses when he's really serious about something, so Yeong has to listen)

- Eun-seop notices that some of his videos begin to feature a rather weird looking dude, who can be seen hanging out with this one girl. Eun-seop knows Tae-eul noona, her dad runs that taekwondo academy two blocks away, right? And there was that one time when Eun-seop was being bullied and Yeong wasn't there that day, and noona had stepped in and scared those assholes away. Anyways, so yeah, he also remembers that there was this other guy with her, who'd also clearly been ready to throw down, if those goobers had put up a fight, but later, he just grabbed noona's hands, checked for injuries, and given Eun-seop some candy that he got out from his bag.

Anyways, so Eun-seop is like why do you have pictures of Tae-eul noona and her weird boyfriend, and Yeong snatches the phone away and mutters, THEY'RE JUST GOOD FRIENDS, in all caps as though he knows anything about life or girls.

Oh my god, Yeongie, he says, you know she's way out of your league right? She's a senior? And like would absolutely beat you to shit, wouldn't need her weirdo bf to do it either-

HE'S NOT HER BOYFRIEND, Yeong says, loudly this time, as loud as the time when Eun-seop had replaced his hair cream with toothpaste and Eun-seop quickly recalibrates and gets it right this time, and he says, hushed, Yeongie, my Yeongie, did you manage to fall for the one dude who'd give you a run for your money in "the person most likely to end up a serial killer" stakes?

He starts cackling so hard that his ribs start to hurt, and then his back, and Yeong (who's run away – RUN AWAY) doesn't come back to help him up. It's alright, Eun-seop will live, and also, he's gonna help his Yeongie get his guy, even if Eun-seop cannot see the attraction, and he thinks this isn’t going to work for many reasons, only one of which is that CLEARLY this dude- Kang Sin Jae, he remembers now- is in love with Tae-eul noona, which, props, anyone might see she absolutely kicks ass.

But the point is, the Jos are fighters, and he's damned if he's going to let Yeong slink away from this one.

The next time he sees Yeongie- two hours later- they all have a bedtime in the Jo house, ok- he's like, fine, I'm sorry, and I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE A SINGLE USEFUL THOUGHT IN YOUR HEAD, so I got this for you, ok? What do you know about him?

Turns out, Yeongie has a whole folder on him.

Eun-seop's proud of his little stalker baby brother.

Anyways, that's how Yeong learns enough about sound systems so he can turn up for the post when the school band that Kang Sin Jae plays bass guitar for advertises for a sound engineer.

He turns up for the "interview" in his neat trousers, and button-down shirt and Sin Jae says, uh, are you Jo Eun-seop's non-identical twin? Aren't you just a freshman, do you really- and Yeong says, quietly, confidently, I can solve that problem you're having when you play your arrangement of The Wizard and Sin Jae stares at him and mutters, but can you do anything about how only three people turn up to listen, and Yeong tilts his head, and says maybe? Also, Eun-seop and I are identical, just fyi.

Anyways, yeah he fixes the faulty wiring in the speakers at the auditorium, and also gets more than three people to turn up (so what if it's all a bunch of scared looking freshmen? They've all been paid more than enough to bang their heads in time to the music and cheer later.)

But he never does ask Sin Jae out, that entire year, even though these days, Sin Jae smiles when he sees him, and puts an arm around his shoulder sometimes, after a practice, what are you waiting for, Yeongie, did I raise you to be this much of a coward? Eun-seop wails, but Yeong is like, Sin-Jae-ssi would feel awkward at having to refuse me if I did, and he needs a sound engineer more than a boyfriend, and that's fine.

(He needs at least three shirts more, a hair-cut and perhaps better taste in music, Eun-seop thinks, but doesn't say, because he knows Yeongie's fragile like that. Yeongie can take anything anybody says about him, personally, and will brush it off or dole out appropriate punishment, but if someone comes after someone he loves, he'll break the knees of the person and leave them for dead in a ditch. And obviously, he can't do that with Eun-seop, so Eun-seop doesn't say anything, he's a good elder brother.)

- Sin-jae and Tae-eul noona graduate and both of them go off to KNPU, and Eun-seop says, listen, nobody does that if they're not dating, at least. IF NOT ACTUALLY ILLEGALLY MARRIED. Yeongie, please, for the love of god, find a boy who's available. See, here's a list.

But Yeong just shrugs, and says, let me see your homework (because Eun-seop's back in school now) and then proceeds to put red slashes through everything and says, "apply your brains Eun-seop, don't act dumb when you're not". THE AUDACITY.

Yeong never dates anyone through high school, Eun-seop dates a different person every month.

- So Eun-seop is never going to have to serve in active military duty, because of his accident, but Yeong will have to. He's fine with that, and he'd rather do it in these two years, just after school, because that way, it's only really one year when Eun-seop will be at college before him, and that's fair, it evens out Yeong's having to graduate from school first.

-So off he goes, and there he meets Lee Ji-hun, who's an ass, Eun-seop clocks that straight away, born into some goddamn chaeobol family, but for some reason drawn to actual military service, because he has a hero complex. The only good thing he has going for him, as far as Eun-seop can tell, his that he took one look at Yeongie and decided that he was the best boy in the whole universe, and that shows good taste, Eun-seop will be polite to him, fine.

- Of course, the other thing that happens in those two years is that Yeongie gets brainwashed into joining the Navy- it's not brainwashing, Yeong tries to tell him, I get to protect the people I love, the country I love. And of course, Lee Ji-hun, fucking asshole, is just sitting there, nodding along as though any of this was fucking REASONABLE. You could DIE, Eun-seop yells, DO YOU REALIZE THAT. WE'RE STILL AT FUCKING WAR.

Yes, says his stepford-wife brother, womb-sharer, soulmate, exactly.

- Anyways, off Yeong and Jihun go to join not just the Navy, which would be bad enough, but the ROKSWF, that's insane, they're going to die, and what can Eun-seop do then but go join the NIS and immediately get picked for North Korean Affairs by an astute senior officer who listens to Eun-seop goofing around in the canteen on the orientation day and still get everyone to give him their portion of the only decent thing on the menu- the crème brulee- and says, I'm taking that one.

- It's a lot of paperwork and dull as ditches monitoring work at the start, and that's ok, Eun-seop can live with that, it means he gets time with the other twins, who are at a fun age. And that's how Tae-eul noona and Kang Sin Jae re-enter their lives because Eun-bi and Kka-bi are learning taekwondo from Tae-eul's dad. This is also how Eun-seop meets the love of his life and future wife Myeong Na-Ri, and it's ok if she doesn't know it yet, at least Yeongie is not here to see him turn into a complete doofus everytime Na-Ri so much as breathes in his direction.

- Yeongie and Jihun come back on shore leave (AFTER TWO GODDAMN YEARS) and that's when Ji-hun meets Tae-eul and falls like a ton of bricks for her; she manages to keep her sense of balance and also life in order, thanks, she's not going to fall for some floppy haired dude (his hair grows really fast out of its crew cut) who thinks that parallel universes are a thing, even if he has extremely long legs.

Meanwhile Kang Sin Jae has also cleaned up nice, Eun-seop will admit, and he's-he's a genuinely nice dude, ok, even if a bit brusque, and when Eun-seop finds out about eomeonim's gambling problems and that whole story, he's willing to admit that he may have been a tad harsh on Kang Sin-Jae way back when.

Anyways, that's the past, right, Yeongie, I can't imagine what a bunch of men locked in a submarine can possibly do except have orgies, please tell me that's what you've been doing? Please?

"Shut up" hisses Yeong, and then practically jumps out of his chair when Tae-eul noona and Sin Jae come over to their table at Na-ri's coffee shop. Yeong's in his uniform- he was on his way back from some conference thing he'd had to go to despite his leave- so that was the saving grace, because Eun-seop sees the subtle double-take Kang Sin Jae does, because let's face it, his baby brother is the most beautiful, it's true, but then Yeongie is also red in the face and says "toffee" instead of "coffee" as in "Won't you get some toffee, Sin Jae-ssi?" and Sin Jae gives him a blank look while he decodes that, (gay panic, Eun-seop wants to tell him, my brother is a panicked gay, go easy on him), and finally says, uh, I don't think they have that flavor here?

- God, Eun-seop says later, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU, BABY BROTHER. HAVE YOU BEEN IN LOVE WITH THE SAME BOY FROM HIGH SCHOOL? ARE YOU STILL A VIRGIN? (AFFIRMATIVE ON BOTH) and Eun-Seop has FAILED, FAILED, FAILED. Alright, he says, taking a deep breath, how long do you have?

Two weeks, says his stupid fucking brother, and so Eun-seop has to go into EMERGENCY-FUCKING-MODE because he may have to DIE getting it to happen, but his baby brother is GOING TO GET LAID, AND BY THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, EVERYONE'S FIRST TIME NEEDS TO BE SPECIAL OK, Ji-hun? Ji-hun nods, very seriously, and proceeds to describe his extremely un-special first time, and Eun-seop is like, wow, you probably don't know this, because you've got that puppy face that make people not want to hurt you, but every single woman you've ever slept with has faked an orgasm with you. Well, that discussion gets pretty heated, of course, and also comes to an abrupt end when Tae-eul noona pops in- she's come by to ask if they all wanna hang out and watch a movie this weekend- and look, noona's GREAT, and obviously the first person he needs on his ally list as soon as he makes sure she's not really in love with Sin Jae, because that would be bad.

"Hyungnim?" she says, surprised, when he asks, because Eun-seop knows the best way to get noona to answer anything is to play no games, and she says, "No, why?" and then, suspiciously, "Did that rat Jihun put you up to this?" And he says, absent mindedly, no I was asking 'cause Yeong, and noona yelps, "Jo Yeong can't be in love with me, shit!" and Eun-seop says, what, why, and that's how he finds out that hey, Kang Sin Jae may also have been a little into his idiot brother from way back when. "He was too young" Tae-eul noon confides, "Sin Jae didn't feel right about it, especially when he was graduating that year" and honestly, THIS IS THE SADDEST STORY EUN-SEOP HAS EVER HEARD AND HE'S WATCHED TITANIC FORTY TIMES AND CRIED EACH TIME OK?

- RIGHT. So maybe Eun-Seop and Tae-eul manage to get their idiot friend and brother a little push in the right direction. Well, noona basically goes to Sin Jae and says, for fucks sake, ask the poor boy out, I heard he's still a virgin for you. And Sin Jae goes red in the face, and then green, because omg the PRESSURE, and then red again, and then ultimately does find Yeong one day at the coffee shop alone, as Eun-seop had assured him he would be - (Diligently reading some book? A recipe book? Italian recipes? Sin Jae may have mentioned one day that his favourite cuisine was Italian?)- and there's some part of him that melts, like the cheese on the cover of that recipe book, and he's like, uh, do you, maybe, and then rushed, I know this great Italian place, if you like, and yes, Jo Yeong would like very much.

- Jo Yeong returns to Jinhae Naval Command very much not a virgin, and Jihun returns still single, but undaunted by the task ahead of him; don't worry, Yeong-ah, he says, confidently, I'll wear her down, even if it takes me years, and Yeong knows Jihun, he knows how much of a barnacle he can be, and also it wouldn't be nice of him to shit on other people's happiness just when he's found his own, so he nods and says, yes, of course, and even listens to Jihun rhapsodize about Tae-eul noona's everything for about two hours straight. He texts Eun-seop at the half-way mark- kill me now, please-and Eun-seop is like, what's North Korea there for, then, I told you to dump his ass in the sea. But of course he won't, Jihun and he are ride or die, and it turns out dying is more likely in this case, because right about that time is when North Korea decides that it needs to remind the world that yes, they exist, and yes, the men that rule them are crazy fucks.

- What happens is this: Koo Seo-Ryeong is a brilliant pianist, who's one of the few DPRK citizens who's let out to see the world has disappeared with her mother and sister, while she was on tour in Australia. And look, she did it in Australia, it has nothing to do with RoK, except that Kim Jong-un has decided that it has, because her (estranged) father happened to be one of the top honchos in DPRK military brass, and this was all clearly a conspiracy hatched across the border to get at him and the military secrets he knows.

- Eun-seop is there when the news comes in that there's a Sang-o class submarine in the waters at Jeongdongjin, and he's also there when it turns out, that yes, hello, they were trying to get the Koo family out, and he's also the one that gets a single line text from an unknown number that's the code he made Yeongie swear on everything they held dear that he would send if he was going behind enemy lines. Shit. Shit.Shit.

- OK, I confess, I don't know how this next part goes, reader, because I am not John Le Carre or whoever, and this is still NOT-FIC, BUT SPY THINGS HAPPEN and at the end of the day, Eun-Seop has to choose between saving his brother and letting the Koo family back into the hellhole they'd just managed to extract themselves from, and listen, noona made him listen to Koo Seo-Ryeong's playing ok, and there's- even if she were a shitty musician, even if she were just some rat bastard politician or a fisherwoman- he knows he can't make a choice that is sending her back to her death, and the deaths of everyone she loves. And if he did, and if he did, just to save his womb-brother, his true love, his soulmate, his blood and bone and heart- why, he knows that Yeong would never forgive him, Oppa-pass or no. So he's gotta rescue Yeongie and save the Koo family AND STOP WORLD WAR THREE, good thing he's totally up to the task.

- MORE SPY THINGS HAPPEN AND HE SAVES THE DAY, OK.

- He does, and so this time he gets to be the rescuer, and honestly, this was a big one, and it totally evens out all the 15 million times in their entire lives that Yeong had rescued him, what does Yeongie think? Yeongie thinks he should shut up and let him sleep, and because he's a good oppa, the best oppa, Eun-seop curls around his baby brother in their too narrow bunk bed, just like they did when they were sixteen or ten or five or in the womb, and goes to sleep too.

#the king eternal monarch #blood brothers and soulmates ftw #jo yeong #jo eun-seop

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