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Shadow | myg x pjm (m)

❀ Pairing: Faerie!Guard Yoongi x Faerie!Prince Jimin

❀ Summary: Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.

❀ Word Count: 6,539

❀ Genre: Dark fantasy

❀ Rating: 18+ anyone discovered to be interacting with this content under 18 will be immediately blocked from this blog.

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, toxic relationship, allusions to abuse, references to Jimin hurting Yoongi multiple times in the past, references to Yoongi only existing for Jimin, references to Jimin’s masochism, power dynamics, predator/prey, chasing, sadism/masochism relationship, rough sex in the literal dirt, Yoongi being referred to/treated like an object, blood play, biting/licking, spit play, humiliation, pain play, orgasm control, unprotected anal sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, bottom Yoongi/top Jimin, Jimin threatens various types of bodily harm to Yoongi, Yoongi Has Zero Self Preservation sometimes, there is reference to Jimin cutting a chunk out of Yoongi previously Ed Gein style, allusions to subspace and subdrop if you really really squint, zero aftercare. This content is marked as Dead Dove.

❀ Published: August 20, 2023 (originally)

❀ A/N: This is a repost from Hali After Dark that was done as a filled request and is a part of merging the few selected items I had there, over here. I will not make a habit of moving any other mem x mem works over to this blog, but because this was a requested item from a mutual, I didn't want it to vanish when I deleted HAD. I DO NOT DO TAG LISTS FOR DD CONTENT.

❀ A/N 2: If mem x mem isn't your thing - literally just don't read it. It is that easy. This is not me being a shipper - it is fiction and I do not believe in shipping people in a real-life setting. Thanks.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi doesn’t want to be here. The breeze has an icy bite to it, filling the boughs of the trees with wind as it sweeps through the forest. He pulls his cloak tighter, dragging his gaze around the shadowed wood. This late in the evening, everything is cast in an eerie black-green light. There’s no sign of anything worth hunting, which Yoongi told Jimin several times.

There’s no telling Jimin no. The prince is as stubborn as he is vindictive, a lethal combination for Yoongi who has grown up at his side. The more Yoongi says no, the more Jimin says yes. The more Yoongi tries to use reverse psychology, the worse Jimin makes it.

Jimin is a prince with gluttonous tastes. He likes to take but never give, to force but never ask. As a child, Yoongi often wondered what had to have been wrong with Jimin to make him this way. As an adult, Yoongi knows that Jimin is far more complex and haunted than the prince would ever reveal.

Still, nights like tonight remind Yoongi that he is often the subject of Jimin’s attention. Being sworn to him has always meant that Yoongi’s life was Jimin’s to own and command. He just didn’t expect the prince to enjoy it so much.

“You’re mad at me,” Jimin sighs, looking over at Yoongi. “Why are you mad at me, Shadow?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth. Jimin is the only person who manages to get under Yoongi’s skin. As Jimin’s personal guard, it’s his duty to protect the prince at every moment, against every enemy, and at any cost, including his life. What he had not anticipated was most of the threats made to his well-being came from Jimin himself.

He looks Jimin up and down. He’s in all black this evening, his clothes tight-fitted for hunting. There’s a spiked, silver necklace around Jimin’s neck, the only sign that he’s of renown in the Court of Thorns. His dark hair is damp from riding through heavy mists when leaving the castle, hanging limp in his beautiful face.

Jimin has always been the most beautiful faerie Yoongi has ever seen. He has high cheekbones and an angular jaw, his siren eyes dark and gaze heady. With lips like pillows and rounded cheeks, Jimin shifts between looking sweet and lethal on command, wielding his unearthly face to his advantage.

Countless fae have fallen to that face. There’s no one who can say no to Jimin, especially when he purrs in their ear in his velvet soft voice, the smell of his honey and mint irresistible. Even Yoongi has a hard time saying no at that point, which delights Jimin more than anything else.

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi finally says. He chooses each word carefully, each conversation with Jimin a well-choreographed dance. “We’ve been out here a long time and I did not rest well last night.”

“Hmm, I should report back to Namjoon to let him know the palace’s most prized guard is tired.” Yoongi’s face remains impassive. Jimin isn’t going to report Yoongi to the head soldier and he knows that Jimin knows Yoongi isn’t tired. “Perhaps they’ll whip you for your inability to perform your best.”

“As they should.”

“Would you like that, Shadow?” Yoongi’s hands squeeze the reins of his horse at the nickname. Jimin has called him that since they were boys in school together, rubbing it in Yoongi’s face that his sole purpose in life was to be Jimin’s shadow and protector, nothing more. “Want to be whipped in front of your peers?”

“If it’s what I deserve.”

Jimin stops his horse. Yoongi sighs and pulls on the reins, stopping so that he’s in front of Jimin and facing him. The prince’s bottom lip juts out and he bats his lashes as he crosses his arms. Yoongi’s eye twitches in annoyance. Jimin does look cute when he makes that face, but Yoongi knows better.

“You’re being annoying.”

Yoongi bows his head. “I apologize, my prince.”

A scowl contorts Jimin’s face. In a flash he’s gone from pleading prince to twisted faerie, his eyes darkening and jaw ticking as he regards Yoongi. Jimin remains silent and Yoongi can almost see the wheels turning in Jimin’s mind. This is when Jimin is most dangerous. Yoongi knows he’s coming up with his next move, wavering between violence and jesting.

For his entire life, Jimin has been unpredictable. He has killed in the middle of telling a joke, he has kissed Yoongi square on the mouth in the middle of punishing him, and he has laughed in the middle of crying. He is made up of conflicting emotions, two sides trying to gain the upper hand. It’s often a tossup of which side will win, but after a hundred years together, Yoongi can usually predict which Jimin he is going to get.

Today, Jimin has driven Yoongi out into the cold evening, demanding a hunt. He wasn’t playful about it, commanding the guard with the steel that the prince so rarely uses. The ride from the castle, through the briars, and into the wood was silent, Jimin’s mood dark and hard to read.

Yoongi thinks about the day before, when Jimin returned from a meeting with the king and queen, a laceration still healing near his eye. Today, it’s pink and nearly gone, a shallow wound for what is sure to be a shallow reason. The queen's desire for pain is not like Jimin’s. There are no rules to her indulgence in pain and violence, no laws by which she operates.

Now, as Yoongi watches Jimin, he sees a twitch in the prince's mouth. Yoongi’s stomach flips, knowing that his neutrality to Jimin’s mood has pushed the prince from sour to angry, and angry to sadistic.

“You didn’t want to come hunting today, Yoongi?” Yoongi grimaces. The use of his formal name sets off alarms. Yoongi licks his lips, trying to think on his feet, trying to work out the right answer. He doesn’t know where Jimin is going with this, but he can see the cunning in the prince’s face. “Speak, guard.”

“There is nothing to hunt, my prince. Anything worth hunting is in hibernation.”

“Get off your horse.”

Yoongi pauses. “What?”

“Get off your horse.”

Heavy with trepidation, Yoongi slowly dismounts. The leather of the saddle squeaks under the shifting of his weight and his horse chews on the metal bit, the sound of grinding loud in Yoongi’s ears. He lets go of the mare and then steps away from it, looking up at Jimin.

“There.” Jimin points at Yoongi with a slash of a grin. Yoongi doesn’t understand, furrowing his brows and shrugging as if to ask what Jimin means. The prince’s grin spreads and the hairs on Yoongi’s arm rise, a tingle spreading down them. “Something worth hunting.”

Fuck. Yoongi realizes his mistake, clenching and unclenching his fists as Jimin drops the hand pointing at him, pulling the heavy crossbow from the saddle. Jimin sets the weapon across his lap and pats the top of it happily, looking up at Yoongi with his brows raised.

“Well,” Jimin urges. “I’ll give you ten minutes. Go on.”

Swearing under his breath, Yoongi pulls his cloak off and tosses it on the horse. Jimin laughs as Yoongi tucks his silver necklaces into the collar of his shirt to dampen the noise as he throws Jimin a scathing look before taking off. Jimin gives a shout of glee as he watches Yoongi tear off to the west, moving toward the castle at a diagonal angle.

Yoongi’s mind jumps into action as he runs. He’s fast. It’s colder now as evening turns into night. The air he breathes in is winter-sharp and the mist has made the ground damp and slippery beneath his feet. Yoongi can easily run over a mile in ten minutes. They’re at least seven miles from the briar wall, which Yoongi would reach faster if he ran straight back the way they came.

Jimin will surely catch him if he goes straight back, though. Yoongi’s goal is to put as much distance between him and Jimin as possible. Jimin, of course, has horses. Distance doesn’t mean much when Yoongi is at such a disadvantage, but the west of the woods is filled with gullies and dells, much harder to navigate on horseback.

As he runs, Yoongi is careful not to leave tracks. He is light-footed, even for a faerie. Most of his life was spent learning weapons skills, behavioral analysis, and court politics. He’s not much for espionage or assassin business, but Yoongi was trained by Hoseok for enough years to develop skills in the art of not being found, and for being hard to trace.

Every one of those skills comes back to him now. He’s careful not to let the fabric of his clothes snag on trees. When he approaches dips in the land, he pauses to walk down them instead of sliding. He knows this eats away at his time to escape, but the evidence of his direction is worse than precious seconds lost to carefully picking his way downward.

There is also the possibility it’s all for nothing. Jimin is one of the finest hunters in the court. His lack of interest in scanning their surroundings as they rode and not following hunting trails should have been the first sign that Jimin was off today. Yoongi had been so focused on trying to ignore Jimin’s prickly mood that he hadn’t gleaned Jimin’s purpose.

Ten minutes pass. Yoongi is well into his run, lungs full of cold air, mind focused only on getting to the briar wall. Jimin, of course, has not said when this chase ends. There is no guarantee that Yoongi will be safe once he reaches the briars, but Jimin’s games always have rules.

The most important rule is that he doesn’t do this to Yoongi in public. Above all else, the prince is smart. It does him a disservice to embarrass his personal guard in front of anyone, lest they think Yoongi is weak and by association, Jimin.

Power is what makes the world go round in the Court of Thorns. Everyone Jimin comes in contact with is a reflection of the prince, who should be like a thorn: beautiful, but deadly. Yoongi must be fatal and strong. It serves Jimin no purpose to subject Yoongi to his madness where eyes can see, so the prince keeps these deviances in the shadows.

It’s this most important rule that Yoongi clings to as he runs for the briars, which are visible from the castle towers. By now, Jimin has begun his chase. Yoongi feels Jimin’s aura like iron pressing down on his senses, burning and eating away at his magic the more he thinks about the prince.

Minutes tick by. Yoongi is not yet tired, driven by adrenaline and a little bit of a thrill. Hot energy courses through him. He wonders if he can outrun Jimin and get out of the woods before the prince finds him. He smiles thinking about Jimin’s face if he beats him.

What bothers Jimin most in the world is losing to Yoongi. In the rare instances that Yoongi outsmarts Jimin or slips from his snare, the prince is venomous for days. It’s worse when Jimin fails to get a rise from the guard, no matter how much the prince goads him. Yoongi’s apathy has earned him more pain and rage-laced pleasure from Jimin than anything else he does.

“Run faster, Shadow!” Jimin’s shrill voice echoes in the wind.

Yoongi pulls up short, turning to look over his shoulder. He has perfect vision, even at night, but Jimin is nowhere to be found. He slows his breathing and closes his eyes, focusing on the sounds of the forest. He can make out normal sounds of crickets chirping and rabbits scampering back to their nests, but there’s no sound of hoofbeats.

A metallic click followed by whistling catches his ears. Yoongi inhales sharply and manages to step back just in time as a bolt fired from the dark of the forest whistles by him and hits the tree behind him. The arrow doesn’t go in far, which means Jimin took the shot from a distance. It also means Jimin is on his feet, and difficult terrain means nothing now.

Cursing, Yoongi takes off again. Jimin’s laughter seems to echo around him, chilling him to the bone. He loses his grip on fear as he moves north instead of northwest at an angle. He no longer cares about tripping Jimin up. Yoongi needs the path of least resistance, jumping over fallen trees as a frantic energy thrums through him.

He doesn’t know what the rules of this game are. He doesn’t know what limitations are on the table, if Jimin is willing to maim him or kill him. Yoongi never knows, and it makes it all the more terrifying when he can’t come up with a sure answer. All he knows is that Jimin hasn’t killed him yet.

Yet.

As if sensing his thoughts, he hears Jimin fire the crossbow again. Yoongi ducks as the arrow shoots wide and over his head, vanishing in the misty night. He swallows, sensing that the arrow had been aimed to kill. Anger flares through him and he tamps it down. No matter how angry he gets, Yoongi doesn’t fight back. Not earnestly anyway. And at least he knows a new rule: killing and maiming are possible.

Yoongi’s life shouldn’t be this. The thought slips in between his focus on running and sliding under fallen trees. He’s one of the best fighters in the Court of Thorns and he is unnaturally intelligent. He should have a higher position at court than being the shield to a bloodthirsty brat, but Yoongi has bent and broken to the whims of Jimin for years now.

What’s another hunt through the woods in the face of hundreds of other games?

Part of him loves it. If Yoongi wanted to turn around and let Jimin pick him off, he could. He flirts with the idea of pausing his run. Of stopping in his tracks and waiting to see if it’ll happen, if Jimin will put the arrow through an eye socket.

Yet he keeps running because he knows that Jimin will keep chasing. Jimin has always chased Yoongi, a cat who can’t leave and let its dinner die yet. Jimin gives Yoongi special attention, and it makes Yoongi preen. No one else gets this. No one else is the sole object of Jimin’s ruthless attention.

When they were younger, the queen thought that it was unseemly for the prince to be so obsessed with his guard. Jimin couldn’t leave Yoongi alone, pinching him on the soft of his thighs, cornering him and demanding to teach Jimin how to kiss, ordering Yoongi to stand outside of Jimin’s chambers while he fucked other courtiers, learning the arts of the bedroom, murdering anyone who so much as brushed an arm against Yoongi.

It keeps Yoongi guessing. He never knows what the day will bring, the Jimin who covets him or the Jimin who tortures him. Sometimes, it’s a mix of both, which is Yoongi’s personal preference.

An arrow whistles. Yoongi steps to the side, but just barely. He feels the sting of the arrowhead grace his cheek, opening up a shallow cut. It doesn’t hurt much, but it does startle him. His foot catches a root and Yoongi shouts as he trips, sliding downhill into a dell as he goes.

Leaves and damp earth make his descent fast. As soon as he falls, he’s at the bottom, buried in leaves and surrounded by the scene of earth and pine. The ground is cold, leaching him of his warmth as he gets up to his knees. He could use magic to warm himself, but it makes him easier to find, his energy light a beacon to the magic-sensitive prince hunting him.

The crank of the crossbow makes Yoongi freeze mid-recovery. He looks up the hill to where Jimin stands at the top, weapon aimed at him. Yoongi’s heart pounds in his chest. Jimin is small and built like a panther, all sleek angles and muscles. He doesn’t blink, staring down at Yoongi, a small finger on the trigger.

This is what the god of death looks like, Yoongi thinks. Jimin is in all black, a terrible cruelty on his face. Suddenly Yoongi feels like the ant underneath Jimin’s boot. He only knows fear in moments like this, where Jimin’s eyes are so black that Yoongi thinks he will fall into Jimin’s gaze and let it swallow him whole.

Yoongi thinks he’s going to do it. It was always going to end like this anyway. Yoongi knew it would always be Jimin who killed him when Yoongi lost one of Jimin’s games or finally failed to entertain the prince. This tortuous cycle has a shelf life, and every road leads to Jimin finally doing it, finally pushing Yoongi over the edge.

Instead of firing the crossbow, Jimin grins wickedly and lowers it, tossing it to the side. The weapon clatters heavily. No sooner than Jimin disarms himself is Yoongi running away. The prince snarls and takes off after him, swearing.

“You little bitch!” Jimin seethes, sliding down into the dell behind Yoongi. “I’ll put you down like a fucking dog!”

Jimin is not heavy or large like Namjoon, but he’s fast and strong. When he tackles Yoongi at the waist, Yoongi feels a bone crack. He doesn’t know where in his body the break is, but pain makes his vision flash as they slam to the ground, Jimin moving to pin him immediately. As delicate as Jimin looks, he’s still a warrior with years of training with Namjoon, a beautiful weapon but lethal all the same.

Yoongi goes down face first. The shock of the pain makes his ears ring, the air leaving his lungs. He gasps and gets all leaves and dirt into his mouth as he maneuvers his arms from under him, intending to push upward to throw Jimin off. Jimin growls and digs his knee into Yoongi’s back, pressing down right on the spine as he reaches forward to pin both of Yoongi’s hands to the ground.

Rearing his head back, Yoongi connects with Jimin’s face. The prince lets out a loud noise and Yoongi grins, wriggling under Jimin in hopes that the pain blinds him long enough for Yoongi to work a hand free.

Jimin’s nails dig into the top of Yoongi’s hands, biting sharply into his skin. “Cease, Shadow. You’ve lost.”

The fight leaves Yoongi immediately. He’s entirely boneless, a puppet waiting for its master to pull his string. Jimin puts all of his weight on the knee pressing on Yoongi’s back, making the guard wince. Jimin’s kneecap is agony against Yoongi’s spine, pressing the air out of him slowly as Jimin lets Yoongi suffer against the ground.

Finally, his weight shifts. Jimin straddles Yoongi’s waist, still holding Yoongi’s wrists to the ground as he lowers his face, panting against the side of Yoongi’s face. The guard feels a shiver go through him, Jimin’s breath is hot as his tongue snakes out to brush against the shell of Yoongi’s ear.

“Much better than a stag,” Jimin whispers, voice like velvet and smoke. He nips at Yoongi’s lobe, teeth sharp against the soft skin. “What should I do with my prize, hmm?”

One of Jimin’s hands lets go of Yoongi’s wrist. Jimin’s touch is delicate and slow, dragging his fingers up Yoongi’s sleeved arm. Even through the fabric, Yoongi can feel Jimin’s hot touch, chasing away the cold of the ground. He squirms and Jimin bites Yoongi’s cheek hard. He goes still and Jimin licks the fresh teeth marks, the ache in Yoongi’s cheek immediate.

“Should I take your body and mount you on the wall?” Jimin’s hand reaches Yoongi’s shoulder and dips down to grab his face, turning him to the side. Yoongi looks at Jimin from the corner of his eye, but he can only see dark hair as Jimin presses his lips to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth and asks, “Or should I just… mount you?”

Yoongi trembles as the prince’s tongue snakes out to lick messily from the corner of Yoongi’s mouth towards the bleeding, burning cut on his cheek. Jimin tsks, running his tongue over the cut. Yoongi wines, the rough drag of Jimin’s done making it burn more. Jimin ignores him, tongue laving back and forth over the wound, the tip of his tongue prodding.

“Did I hurt you?” Jimin coos. He speaks with his mouth pressed to Yoongi’s skin, smearing spit and blood. The switch from threatening to endearing makes Yoongi’s head spin. He is no longer a lethal guard of the Court of Thorns. He’s Jimin’s plaything. “I’m sorry, Shadow. Your face is so pretty, I shouldn’t do anything to harm it.”

“It’s not deep.”

“Hmmm.” Jimin presses sloppy, spit-slick kisses down Yoongi’s jaw. Yoongi closes his eyes, letting the prince do what he wants. All instinct to fight has left, leaving only a blank canvas for Jimin to paint. “You’re right, Shadow. It’s a very shallow wound. You can take so much more pain than that, can’t you?”

Yoongi nods. “Speak, Shadow,” Jimin commands.

“Yes, my prince. I can take more than that.”

“Of course you can. You’re made for me. Designed for me. You can take what I give you, can’t you?”

“Yes.”

Jimin bites Yoongi’s jaw, his sharp canines pinching soft skin. Yoongi’s fingers dig into the soft ground. “You bleed when I want you to, you take it when I want you to.”

Jimin’s scent makes Yoongi too dizzy to reply. His body blazes as Jimin pulls at Yoongi’s clothes, his hands greedy. Jimin mouths at Yoongi’s neck, his jaw. Yoongi’s breathing is unsteady, unable to string together enough thought to help Jimin take Yoongi’s shirt off.

The craving to be pinned down and marked over and over until his skin can’t take it and until there is nothing left swells. The shame of Yoongi letting himself be used like this is white-hot, but the pride of being Jimin’s prized possession soothes the burn.

“Mine,” Jimin growls as he reaches into Yoongi’s pants, gripping Yoongi’s already hard and throbbing cock. He bites Yoongi’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Yoongi succumbs to the pleasure, his hips canting in the dirt, the pain shooting him into deliria as Jimin continues to tongue at him. “My Shadow.”

Jimin’s hands aren’t gentle. He squeezes the base of Yoongi’s shaft firmly, slowly stroking upward. The friction between Yoongi’s stomach and the ground isn’t pleasant but isn’t terrible as Jimin sucks at Yoongi’s neck, mouth taking whatever the prince wants.

“Get up on your knees,” Jimin whispers, removing his hand from Yoongi’s cock. He gets off of Yoongi, giving the guard space to move.

Every limb feels like lead as he does. It feels like the world has flipped upside down, making Yoongi unsteady as he gets on his hands and knees. Cool air kisses his skin, making the laceration on his cheek and bite on his shoulder burn. The pain only spurs the pleasure further.

“Take your pants off,” Jimin says. He doesn’t touch Yoongi, happy to watch the guard fumble on unbalanced limbs. “Do it right or I’ll skin you like a fucking bear and bring you back to the seamstress to fashion myself a new coat.”

Yoongi can’t tell if the threat is empty or not. He thinks about the time that Jimin cut a small rectangle out of Yoongi’s thigh to give to the tanners to turn it into a small coin pouch. The coin pouch is probably still tied to Jimin’s belt now as Yoongi sits up high on his knees and unbuckles his breeches, taking them down with trembling hands.

Free of his pants, he dares a look over his shoulder at Jimin. The prince is shirtless, his perfect skin gleaming in the haunting moonlight filtering through the trees. Jimin is a testament to his father’s heritage from the Court of Moons, an ethereal creature stitched with moonbeam threads and filled with shadow watercolors.

Beautiful. Cruel. Hateful. Affectionate.

Yoongi can’t ever recall where it felt like Jimin loved him. Cherished him and admired him like a beautiful piece of porcelain, perhaps. Mistified and awed, even, when he could break Yoongi down and mold him into any shape he wanted, like clay.

Now, his gaze is thunderous. His pupils are blown wide, and when a cloud reveals the moon in full, Jimin looks like a demon from the worst of Yoongi’s nightmares. Still, Yoongi doesn’t run. He turns to face forward, slowly bending over until his elbows are on the cool earth, his ass up in the air.

Yoongi’s cock is heavy between his legs. The first time Jimin worked him up like this, Yoongi had been a shell of himself for days. Didn’t know what to do with the knowledge that being broken and split open into something that felt less than sentient made his arousal swell.

Jimin’s nails scrape against the curves of Yoongi’s ass. He sucks in a sharp breath. Goosebumps spread on his skin, his entire spine tingling as Jimin’s nails turn to claws, prying him open and digging into the softness of him.

Cool wind makes Yoongi clench. Jimin tuts and shuffles closer to Yoongi. The heat of his body is against the back of Yoongi’s thighs, the contrast of hot and cold making Yoongi spin. When cool spit hits the edge of Yoongi’s rim, he moans audibly. He feels the slide of Jimin’s saliva drip further down his ass. Yoongi’s breath comes out in pants and Jimin’s nails dig in.

“This is mine,” Jimin mutters. Yoongi can barely hear him over the beating of his own heart and the roaring of blood in his ears. He scarcely notices the way his cock aches, beads of precum oozing from the tip as Jimin blows air onto the thigh ring of muscles. “Hmm. You’re all tight, Shadow. You gonna let me in, huh?”

Yoongi nods. His head drops and presses against the earth. He smells damp leaves, sweat and Jimin’s honeysuckle scent, too sweet for the demon it belongs to. “Yes, my prince.”

Jimin spits in Yoongi’s hole again. Yoongi bites his bottom lip, trying to control himself. All he wants to do is press his hips back. If he does that, he won’t get fucked at all. He has to be the perfect little puppet, only doing what Jimin asks, speaking only when told.

One of Jimin’s hands dips between Yoongi’s cheeks. He tries not to sigh when Jimin presses a finger against his rim, the pressure so good. Jimin plays with Yoongi’s asshole, tracing the edge before pressing his finger in just a little. It’s both heaven and hell, the intrusion such a relief that Yoongi doesn’t hear what Jimin asks him.

He immediately regrets letting himself drift too far. Jimin bites Yoongi’s ass cheek so hard that Yoongi screams, rearing back his head. In Yoongi’s experience, there are two levels of pain he receives at the hands of Jimin: good pain and scary pain. Jimin’s bite verges on the edge of scary pain, punishment for not answering and a warning that next time, he’ll take flesh.

“I said,” Jimin growls. “To lay all the way down with your hands out in front of you.”

Yoongi complies immediately. Gone is the guard who commands Jimin’s entire personal security team. The sword-wielding warrior who has killed in wars, in protection for Jimin, and for petty squabbles is nowhere to be found.

In his place is a pliable medium. Pressed entirely flat on the ground, knees high, face in the dirt. He lays his hands out in front of him, clasping them there. It’s comforting to hold onto something, even if it’s just his own hands.

Pleasure expands in Yoongi’s stomach as Jimin begins to work his fingers in properly. The stretch makes the eyes roll back in Yoongi’s head. He tries not to get too lost in the feeling, remembering to be on edge for Jimin asking a question or telling him to do something. It keeps Yoongi right on the cusp of insanity, a difficult and rewarding task as he fights succumbing to the way blood rushes through him.

Fuck he wants to cum. Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood as Jimin works his fingers in Yoongi's ass, the press so good. Jimin firmly brushes up against Yoongi’s prostate, making him go dumb. Yoongi’s mouth is slack as he pants, knees and thighs trembling, keeping his ass in the same exact spot for Jimin.

“Look at you,” Jimin coos. “What would everyone think if they knew my personal guard was such a little fuck toy? If they knew he was incapable of doing anything but submitting?”

The question is rhetorical. Yoongi always plays a guessing game of when Jimin wants a response, but this one, he knows.

Jimin fucks Yoongi with his fingers harder, stretching him open. Yoongi whines, feels pleasure cresting to an unbearable amount as Jimin hammers Yoongi’s prostate. The prince laughs, not giving Yoongi the command to come, but rather watching the guard fight it instead. Yoongi’s muscles lock up as he resists the urge to squirm. He stops breathing, squeezing his eyes shut, jaw clenched as he fights it, trying to think of anything but the fact that he’s so close to his orgasm he could die.

If Jimin keeps going, Yoongi’s going to come. If Yoongi comes without Jimin explicitly telling him to, Yoongi is going to experience the scary pain.

Every nerve in Yoongi’s body feels on fire. It feels like he’s burning, burning, burning, like he’s never going to stop. He tastes the iron and salt of blood in his mouth as he bites through his cheek, feels the way his heart hammers in his ribcage, and starts to shake so much that Yoongi thinks he’s going to come out of his skin.

Yoongi realizes Jimin isn’t going to give him permission. The weight of reality crushes him. Yoongi begins to sob into the dirt, trying to hang on to any shred of control he has. Jimin wants him to come without permission, wants to unleash hell on him. Yoongi claws at the dirt, desperately trying not to cave, to let Jimin milk it out of him.

Jimin’s warm mouth presses to the back of Yoongi’s neck. He puts his weight on Yoongi, smothering him, keeping him still. Yoongi thinks this is it, this is when he lets go. He prepares for the oncoming violence like a storm in the distance.

And then Jimin tells him to come. Yoongi’s brows scrunch together. He opens his eyes, trying to look at Jimin. He can’t see the prince’s face, but Jimin must sense Yoongi’s confusion. “Don’t make me tell you again,” Jimin murmurs against Yoongi’s neck.

It’s like a damn breaking. Yoongi shatters, coming hard. His entire body seizes up, the sound coming out of his throat guttural and loud. His vision pulses black on the edges and he closes his eyes, squeezing them hard as an explosion of colors flashes behind his eyelids.

He can’t think. He can’t breathe. He succumbs to the sensation, pins and needles taking over as he shakes through the last of his orgasm. He is somewhat aware of Jimin behind him, pulling his fingers out and running his cockhead against Yoongi’s hole. He mewls, not ready for another orgasm. Jimin doesn’t care, pushing past the clenching muscles and pressing into Yoongi.

The stretch and pressure pull Yoongi from his drooling daze. If he was sensitive before, it’s nothing compared to now. He’s flayed open and raw to every stroke of Jimin’s cock pulling him apart. Oversensitive. Exposed, sparking wires.

Yoongi hurts. The bite in his shoulder throbs, his cock hurts where it’s squeezed between his stomach and the ground, his cheek stings, bones ache, wet hole throbs as Jimin bottoms out, spearing Yoongi all the way through.

It makes him vibrate, eyes fluttering as Jimin begins to snap his hips, hands gripping Yoongi’s waist and slamming him back. Every thrust threatens to break him in half, his face and body dragging against the ground.

Jimin rakes his nails up Yoongi’s back, breaking the skin. Yoongi keens, toes curling at the biting feeling, sinking further into the heady mix in his head and gut. Jimin’s fingers wrap in the sweaty hair at the back of Yoongi’s neck. He knows what’s coming next but he still yelps when Jimin yanks, lifting Yoongi from the forest floor to his knees.

Everything feels off-kilter. Yoongi gasps for air. Jimin claws Yoongi’s scalp, making his eyes water as Jimin fucks up into him. Jimin pulls Yoongi’s neck back painfully, holding him by the hair, and presses his lips to Yoongi’s cheek. It’s more teeth and tongue as Jimin continues to abuse Yoongi’s hole.

He bites Yoongi’s cheek and laughs. “Such soft cheeks,” Jimin hisses, punctuating his words with the snap of his hips. “Such a soft fucking boy, huh? So delicate, so breakable.”

“Yes,” Yoongi agrees because it’s true. Yoongi feels made to shatter. Feels better when broken under the small hands of the prince. Feels whole when he’s splintered. “Yes.”

“Can’t even speak right.” Jimin slides a hand around the front of Yoongi’s throat and squeezes. Yoongi’s air supply is cut short. He feels the slow drip of the bleeding welts on his back, stinging as Jimin’s sweaty front rubs against the wounds. “What are you good for?”

“Only you,” Yoongi chokes out.

Jimin’s grip tightens. “Don’t be smart, Shadow. I won’t go any easier on you for flattery.”

Yoongi knows this. He wasn’t saying it for Jimin’s benefit. Because that’s the thing about whatever this violence between them is. It makes Yoongi feel whole, makes it feel like as long as he and Jimin have this between them, he’s made for something.

Without it, Yoongi doesn’t know what he is. A faerie bred by two warriors to give the king and queen’s child a protector to grow with. Whose only reason for existing is to serve. Who has no goals of his own, who has no life outside of the prince. Without it, he’s not Yoongi. He isn’t Jimin’s.

So Yoongi doesn’t say it for his benefit. He knows Jimin won’t go easier. Won’t fuck him softer or let go of his throat. He says it because he means it and he doesn’t want Jimin to let up anyway. He could die like this, no air in his lungs, mind detaching from his body.

Between the pain and the feeling of Jimin’s cockhead pressing up against his prostate, Yoongi loses himself. He becomes a thing made only for Jimin’s pleasure. He becomes no one and nothing, suspended somewhere between life and death, only alive for Jimin to use.

This is where Yoongi loves being most. Here, he doesn’t have to worry about protecting Jimin’s life every hour of the day. He doesn’t have to worry about navigating Jimin’s moods. He doesn’t have to calculate every word out of his mouth at court, doesn’t have to wonder what waits for him if - if Jimin ever tires of him, if he ever loses his position, if he ever becomes anything other than Jimin’s, if he dies.

If haunts Yoongi so often that he wants nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with anything outside of this, as Jimin lets Yoongi’s throat go, Yoongi’s lungs filling with air so quickly that it’s too much, snapping him right out of subspace to the present, where Jimin grabs Yoongi’s head and slams him forward again.

Yoongi’s hips collapse this time. He’s prone under Jimin as the prince chases his own orgasm, feral and rough. It hurts, but Yoongi comes dry anyway when Jimin tells him to, feels the helpless snap of pleasure inside of him. He loses the reality of it for a moment, feels the world run between his fingers like blood.

When Yoongi comes back from wherever it is his mind goes in moments like these, he sees stars. The night is a watercolor of blue-black and lights above him. He hurts everywhere he can imagine. It burns his throat to breathe and his skin is chafed and irritated, covered in dirt and cum and blood. He feels bruised like aged fruit, and the puffy rim of his asshole feels ruined and swollen.

A shadow blots out the sky. Yoongi blinks a few times, realizing it’s Jimin leaning over him. Demon. God. Prince of the Court of Thorns. His dark hair is damp with sweat, pushed back out of his face to reveal dark, alien eyes. There is clarity in them Yoongi only sees after Jimin’s fucked or killed, the calm after a storm.

Tilting his head to the side, Jimin studies Yoongi like a gardener would inspect an insect. Suddenly, Yoongi feels too exposed and soft all over, breaking eye contact as he chooses to stare at the boughs of the shadow trees instead. He feels the water leaking from his eyes, the tears that come sometimes during. After.

Jimin brushes a thumb across Yoongi’s cheek. The guard flinches on instinct, but Jimin ignores it. “Get up.” The command is soft, but Yoongi will find no comfort here as he struggles to keep up with the turmoil inside of him. “I want to go to bed.”

Nodding, Yoongi tries to sit up. His limbs are still shaking and he feels disoriented. Jimin doesn’t help him, already fully dressed in black as he looks up at the night sky. Brushing himself off, Yoongi slowly pulls himself together. Slides back into The Guard, hides away just Yoongi.

Jimin doesn’t rush him. Doesn’t jeer or lash out at him. He allows Yoongi this time of quiet to glue together what Jimin has shattered.

When Yoongi is standing, albeit unevenly on his feet, Jimin turns to look at him. His face is impassive and beautiful. “You broke easy today,” Jimin notes. No reprimand. Just a sheer fact. Yoongi hesitates before nodding. “We’ll fix that, Shadow.”

Yoongi’s mouth twitches at the corner a bit as he nods and follows Jimin as the prince heads back to the horses. Yoongi keeps close, his footsteps mimicking the prince’s, forever his shadow.

#yoonmin smut #yoongi smut #jimin smut #yoonmin fic #bts mem x mem #bts smut #bts fic #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #jimin fanfic #yoongi x jimin #jimin x yoongi #minors dni #minors do not interact

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Ok let me be serious for a moment. If you have this carrd as your "basic dni criteria" or support it I do not want you on my blog. Also please remember to read it thoroughly because I constantly find that the people who use it are in violation of it.

#leo.says #obviously this isn't talking about the racism/right wing/radfem bit if you are those then get fucked #I'm talking about the toothpaste flag and all the “pro fic” “com ship” things (and the self diagnosis one)#specifically the toothpaste flag actually. if you don't like how it looks that's whatever #but if you don't like it/think it's “childish”/think it shouldn't be used? kindly leave and block me #let me make it very clear that i am a man who LOVES men and don't tolerate any jokes about how we're all bad/aggressive/violent/fetishizers #this blog and my writing come from a place of love and desire for men and boys. the overly feminine trans men that you think are cringe #the big buff hairy burly men that you think are scary #all of them.#if you say “all men suck” “men ain't shit” and other things like that even in a joking manner i am very wary of you #i am sick and tired of seeing people who say they're accepting hate/dismiss/belittle mem #sorry. silly hours will resume shortly

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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Member x Member

I love mem x mem fics because the characterisations have more depth and aren't the neutral shell that reader-inserts have to be. Some of the saddest, most beautiful stories I've read have been mem x mem, and here's the best of them.

Verified Amateurs by beebalm on AO3 is a story of pining, longing and love set in an AU where Namjoon and Yoongi are roommates who decided to make money through camming.

Out of the dead land by sharpa on AO3 is a stunning, beautifully sad zombie apocalypse story with Seokjin, Yoongi and Jungkook.

A breach of protocol by Anna(pineconepickers) on AO3 features actor Seokjin and Namjoon as the 'hottest bodyguard in all of Korea'. Make of that what you will. I adore this.

Every atom in between by 55cancrie on AO3 is a sci-fi space AU featuring scrappy alien hunter Yoongi and privileged Seokjin and is such a good read. Yoongi's written so well here, and I love the whole vibe of the story.

Precisely when someone shows you to the ocean by sinkingmyships on AO3 features marine biologist Yoongi and mermaid Seokjin and is an absolute treat to read.

Starhunter: I'll search the stars for you by starchase on AO3 is a very lovely story with starhunter Jungkook and human Hoseok.

As the shadows grow by spudcity on AO3 is a stunning fantasy story featuring Yoongi and Jungkook, and various other members of Bangtan. The world building is amazing, the writing is top and it's one of the first stories I bookmarked on AO3.

Walkie Talkie Men by @minisugakoobies features Jungkook and Seokjin in a filthy, funny treat of a read.

Pretty Things by @hesperantha has a deliciously needy Jungkook and a scorching hot Seokjin.

She, by proxy by @ugh-yoongi features Yoongi, Taehyung and reader in a gorgeously written story written with a beautifully balanced subtlety and excellent smut. Read this, you won't regret it.

Everything we do not speak (but scream) by @vyduan is a stunning story with characters that you root for and a perfect, perfect ending.

The Departure (Chapter 1) - recordare by @sugalaritae features Jungkook and Yoongi and is very beautiful indeed.

Baby by @theharrowing features sex worker Jimin and cop Jungkook and the beautifully written longing in this is the very reason why I love reading mem x mem.

Fang F*cker by @sailoryooons features irresistibly ridiculous vampire wannabe Jungkook and world-weary, fed-up, actual vampire Yoongi and is crack perfection.

#fic rec list #fic rec: bts mem x mem #fic rec: bts

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daughterofluthien · 7 months

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sciles + i can't just sit by and do nothing when you're suffering!

A breath, then another. A third labored, rattling inhale passed, and Stiles couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering!”

He could almost feel Scott’s responding glare. It was the sort of thing that would be intimidating, if it wasn’t a). almost exactly the same as the glare that Scott gave him when they were twelve years old and Stiles had convinced him to go skateboarding in an abandoned warehouse, and b). connected to a face and body that was, charitably, beat to shit.

A good 20 seconds passed before Scott finally worked up the strength to say something, but when he did, it still held all the strength and conviction that the world had come to associate with Scott McCall. “You can, and you will,” he said, holding Stiles’ gaze in a way that only the people closest to him would realize was actually desperation. “You have to.”

…Except he sounded like the human equivalent of a punctured, leaky tire. Which probably wasn’t that far from the current state of his lungs. Stiles found he had the urge—likely from some long-buried memory—to rummage through Scott’s things until he found his spare inhaler.

Of course, Scott hadn’t carried or used it in years, and there was nothing an inhaler could do anyways against the wolfsbane-dark veins spreading up his skin and the multiple thick spears lodged in his body.

Stiles glared back. “Yeah, that sounds an awful lot like watching you die, and I don’t think I can do that.”

Scott was sitting propped up against a tree, and Stiles was keenly aware of just how exposed they were. Hunters could surround them at any moment, and then it really would all be over.

“They’ll come,” Scott insisted. “The pack… They’ll be here.”

Stiles never had been a fan of waiting to be rescued. He wanted to move, to do something, to take the fight to the assholes who thought they could hunt down his best friend. But he didn’t have a gun, and the race through the forest had sufficiently turned him around that, if he left now, he wasn’t sure he could find his way back.

“Okay,” he said finally, sitting down beside him against the tree, their shoulders pressed against each other. “We’ll do this your way.”

#also yes yes i see u mem #but also i am happy to oblige <3 #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #sciles #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #my fic #momentofmemory

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leafatlaw · 7 months

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Jeff and the Dean should have made out sloppy style, and post.

#sparrow speaks #i love them i love tthe #mem aeroisj tgog/#anyways #everytime i get back into community i remember that one really weird jeffdean fic wip i have and want to finsih it #guy whos supposed to e working on their big bang fic #thinking alot about community #community #also side note but i almost regered to myself with he/him pronouns for a second and uh #not thinking about that right now

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smilingangel582 · 1 year

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And the next day... gah! Am I too early but I'm so impatient! I wanna write somefink sow bwadly... aqua deserves this... I need to I HAVE TO !!!!

*Gasp... *cough! Ahem, so... I'm writing a fanfic on Oshi no ko. Teeeheee too early ik but I'll be the first tk writer to write this!

This is awfully cute, and spoilers are alert, so read, at least, the damn manga or the anime, hehehe

Everyone has their happy moments

Strawberry productions have officially had the new B komachi gang settled. Hence, Aquamarine Hoshino settled himself on the couch, now looking at the reviews of the date reality show lovenow.

Honestly, he didn't expect people to even like him back. Some even mentioned he was 'handsome' and whatnot. He rolled his eyes, but silently.

"Ah, Senpai! What do you mean my face needs more expression!"

Ruby's complaining tone disturbed his mind and he looked up from where Mem-cho, Arima and Ruby came out with flustered faces.

Kana, on the other hand, sternly lectures the younger "You need to shine more! You're cute enough, but you gotta say 'look at me' with those eyes!"

Ruby sighed now, her starry eye blinking in irritation. "Fine!" She turned to him and tilted her head now unbothered by hus presence ."Oni-chan? What's up?"

He shook his head. "Nothing just found it amusing how irritated you've become"

Ruby puffed her bright cheeks and looked away. "Easy for you to say!"

Memcho who was peacefully by the corner was now keen on what Aqua was doing.

"Ohhohh, what are you doing, kiddo?" She teased now."Dating that A-ka-neh chan?" She leaned inched closer as she said the name.

"Not yet... I've checked the reviews of the show... that's it, " he calmly stated as he placed his phone down now, stretching a little.

"Not yet, huh?" Arima frowned, but her jealousy was clean to Mem-cho.

Deciding to change subjects to avoid an upcoming storm, she pointed out, "Hey Ruby-chan... haven't your brother ever had a goofy moment?"

Ruby seated on the ground crossed legged and just thought for a moment "Well I can't say he's been in the gloomy cloud forever, but... him being a goofball sounds so wrong"

Kana just hummed in thought, "Even as a child by that time, he's so calm and mature unlike a certain someone," she eyed Ruby, who returned the same look at her with offense but indirectly agreeing.

Aqua seeing how he was the center of attention waved it off casually but also wanting to avoid being noticed "It's a useless topic, not like I'm some old geezer or anything (though he is) I haven't had the intention to be so dumb like my bratty sister"

"Wha-" It was like a stab to Ruby, and meanwhile, Miyako Saito, the talent manager, chuckled.

Aqua warily turned to her "What's so funny?"

She shakes her head now fully turning to them from her computer "It's just that Aqua is more of an adult than me even at that time, goofing around seems exaggerating and unimaginable"

"Aww..." Memcho sighed "I really wanna see Aqua go BAAAM!"

"I'm not a bomb"

Ruby became thoughtful now, but then tilted her head as she replied "Aqua may have been mature and acts like someone hundred years older-"

"Stop exaggerating"

"-than us..." she trialed off peaking everyone's interest, but disappoints them by sighing "Well nope... he's been such a downer even as a baby"

Kana agreed miserably. "Even if he was cute as a child"

"You make it sound like a bad thing." This tjme Aqua sighed and then began leaning back on the couch, checking his phone. He didn't even pay attention to what Miyako said later on "Oh but there's this one time..."

"Ohhh?"

Curious, the girls glanced up. Aqua, hearing half of what she said, also looked up ultimately. "I remember how he laughed one time as a baby"

"When did that happen?" Ruby frowned, but curious as her starry eye blinked, Aqua became more uneasy seeing how he was seeing some sort of catch. His own starry eye wavered. Whatever it was, he was in for something bad.

"He was ticklish and its adorable" she concluded with a smile and then silence broke. Kana broke it in minutes "W-wait... seriously? Him? Ticklish???"

Ruby clapped in realisation "Ah so that's what I forgot! I knew i forgot something important"

Aqua groaned. "Ruby, it's not important... I was a child, and of course, I...well had my childish days, but now their over..."

It was a wrong move. Aqua should've kept his mouth shut.

Memcho was the closest as she snuck by his side of the couch. "So, are you saying you're not ticklish anymore?"

Aqua swallowed, not that he knew the answer, but he had a feeling whatever answer he gave they'd somehow...

"As a matter of fact, yes," he replied with an almost convincing face, though it's neither the truth nor a lie. He recalled the memory of Ai embarrassingly tickled him because he was too serious as a child.

It was indeed happiness, but as his mentality was somewhat twice as Ai's, he was conflicted about how it felt so nice. No one has ever been this playful even in his previous life.

However, now, his hormones as a teenager sort of kicked in and felt like he was actually sixteen, and he doesn't like how these girls are planning what he feared they were planning.

"You can find out for yourself" Miyako shrugged now back to her work as if she didn't ruin his reputation.

Gee thanks, Miyako. He thought sarcastically.

Memcho was faster than him. She poked him on the side, and that sent his phone flying up but back on his lap. He blushed now. "Oi!"

"Oni-chan, you big liar!" Ruby lunged forward, and Kana wiggled her fingers from a distance with sudden malice for revenge."Oh~ did I hear that right? Ladies... shall we?"

Aqua didn't expect things to turn out like this. He felt himself trapped immediately by three girls with keen eyes to wreck him and the couch.

It started as soon as he began to digest the incident at hand, and did he not pray that he felt nothing? Sadly, no luck appeared on his side when he felt the shock of electricity, the familairty in the touch. He felt himself squirm and recoil back on the couch, hands embracing his own midriff.

"Uh oh! Someone's in trouble!" Memcho snickered and dug deeper into his ribs, almost earning a startled gasp. His lips twisting to something rare called a smile for the first time.

"I haven't seen him this flustered..." Ruby was awestruck that she was still clinging to his sides very delicately. "He blushed so seriously in that one moment when he was in that show Lovenow. But I like this face more~!"

"W-wait... wait..." he managed to slip away from them now behind the couch where they stared at him concentratedly. They were like prowling wolves after a prey, this was not good.

"Don't your dare...! R-Ruby, Arima !Memcho! I swear-!" He couldn't say anything more when he was at last tackled by all three of them again.

Minako laughed though her eyes are glued to the screen and half back at them. "Go easy on him, the poor lad's got to be exhausted from showbiz work today"

Nobody gave a shit. that's what Aqua knew. Kana now cracked her knuckles suddenlt her eyes glinting red as Ruby's eyes. "Just one punishment is all I want to give him... let's see how the stoic faced Aquamarine breaks from... this!" With that, her small fingers dug to his ribs, which he didn't expect. He suddenly lets out a giggle and then closes his mouth in horror, shocking himself.

"You... giggled? Honest to god, that was creepily adoarable, " Kana said, but continued her attack, drawing more sounds like that.

"Ahaharima! Stop thahat!" He struggled as he was pinned by three girls, and if there were one, he could've overpowered her. Unfortunately, this wasn't a lucky situation. He curled to many sides. He never felt the heat rise in his cheeks so frequently until now, and mostly because he recalled Ai's wiggly fingers following wherever he crawled. He needs to keep his mouth shut, though now it seemed pretty impossible.

Ruby was surprisingly the non ticklish twin, but she already bonded well with Ai (especially toermenting Aqua together on his weakness). Aqua was cursed by this sensitivity, taking in both hers and his probably ticklishness, and he expected it to go away by adolescence at least.

Unfortunately, no... God is merciless.

"GAahaha! Wahahait, wait, wahait!" He tried negotiating as felt himself be weakened immediately and instantly "Ihihi I'm sohohorry Ahaharima!"

Still enjoying torturing him, She smiled now. "For what...? This is just my fun, not your punishment for something you didn't do wrong"

"Ohoho, so nohow, I didn't doho wrong??? Maahhahake uhuhup yohohour mihihind!"

She paused now, but the others continued clawing at every part they could get on his stomach. "Maybe I'll reconsider this... I won't stop now for sure!" She sneaked her fingers to his armpits, making him yelp in shock, but giggles stumbled regardless of where she went.

"Gohohod pleehehaase!!" He groaned, now feeling his blush deepen."Ehehenough!"

"What about me, bro? I need an apology for real?" Ruby snarkily laughed like a witch.

"YOHOHOU DOHONT GEHEHT OHOHONE! EHEHEHVIL TWIHIHIN!"

Upon this, Ruby feigned shock from that, then her sinister ruby eyes glinted with ulterior motives. "That's too bad because I was thinking of avoiding your worst spot... well, I changed my mind too!"

Aqua lowered his head with desperate pleading to stop. He never felt this chaotic, not even in his previous life. He wished he could have gotten over such a childish weakness. Yet... it was not horrible, but it was certainly embarrassing.

"Riiight here! It makes him beg nonstop!" She giggled delightedly when her fingers aimed for his hips through the jeans. He collapsed in shock "OK OK! EHEHENOUGH ENOUGH! MIIYAKOO PLEHEHEHASE!"

Miyako smiled at the sight. "Alright, girls, enough... he might pass out. " her own memory jolted back at how Aqua would laugh like this, but more than the sensation, he genuinely wad equally attached to Ai as Ruby. She wished she was there to see them again.

Memcho snickered "So Mr. Gloomcloud can laugh"

He gasped now, closing his eyes in pure fluster. "Gosh..." Hearing that, he glared but with some residual giggles."Of course I cahahan, I ahaham human too"

Kana blushed now in enthusiasm. "It's... surprisingly cute, your voice going high pitch and-!"

He grumbled "Yeah don't get used to it... I might be getting you back tenfolds..."

Memcho snickered. "Good luck with that," she poked his side, making him jump away with an irritated whine "But it's three against one so... better not make it worse for yourself"

Indeed, they have the upper hand, especially with Ruby being dead insensitive. He should be careful with how he extracts his revenge next time.

He smiles softly as he left the room, hearing them tease his high-pitched giggles sounding girly, maybe... he could tolerate this. Just maybe Ai won't be the first.

#oshi no ko #oshi no ko tickle fic #lee!aqua #ler!ruby #ler!kana #lermemcho!#aqua hoshino #ruby hoshino #kana arima #mem-cho #miyako saito #cute #tickle fic

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am3mb3r123 · 6 months

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hi, yes, anyone have any Fives and Echo reunion fic recs?

#mem talks #fanfiction #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #echo and fives reunion #fic recs

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jule1122 · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thank you so much for sending this to me! It was much harder than I expected. I would probably give different answers depending on the day. I thought I had it narrowed down a few times, reread some of the fics and immediately changed my mind. But for today, here are my five:

Thanks that was fun: An alternate way for Michel and Alex to get together. A bit more canon divergent than I usually write, but it was a lot of fun. Who doesn't love honeypot handyman Michael?

Just cut me down the middle and count my rings: My Secret Santa fic this year and I was super nervous about trying my hand at dark!Malex. I settled on I call romantically dark and lived out my Alex Manes as Jason Bourne fantasy.

I want you to move me: This is a very typical fic for me. Nothing happens, just a glimpse at a soft future for Malex. It's loving and sweet and I find it very comforting.

Am I Loving Enough: My first Secret Santa fic. A look at Malex and love and food. This is one fic I can always count on to make me happy when I read it. A 5+1 where I feel like each section really shows something and I love the happily ever after I gave them.

Trying to Translate You Again: My first Malex fic, first Roswell fic and first fic in almost six years. I hear the song I took the title from almost everyday, and it still makes me think of Malex. I reread this recently, and I think it still holds up despite obvious future inaccuracies.

#fic mem answers #my fic

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years

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Memento

"We fought in a battle, nobody won. And now we face a mountain to be overcome."

[ Intro ] [ Ch. 2 - Aftermath ]

Pairing: Raditz x Female Saiyan Reader Timeline: canon divergent. saiyan saga - post cell games/7 year time skip Rating: T Warning: ( canon-typical violence, mutually unresolved feelings leading to a slow burn, foul language, childhood friends, character death ) A/N: the placeholder name stuck so now that I named it, I am committed to taking it all the way to the sappy, emotional ending that keeps playing over and over in my head where everyone lives happily ever after adjacent Tagging: @mothlings-blog, @amska1234, @emmacornell (tagging you just cause ♥ )

Your thoughts could barely finish themselves with your heart racing with anticipation. You felt like you were boiling in bitter hatred, it was like you couldn't come down after the catastrophe of Raditz's arrival on Earth, and all the loathsome days that followed the events of confronting him creating a bigger disaster. In the silent room, you slumped in your chair, thumping your tail anxiously against the structure and staring down the containment on the table in front of you. Deeply thinking why you were torturing yourself with its presence. There were so many odds against survival bearing down on your home— the planet you grew to call your home in the four years you were here— that you were willing to take a risk and bargain a deal with the devil to put things right again. It was the least you could do to try.

Rubbing the weariness from your eyes, you sit up enough and grasp the fractured green scouter, sliding it to you and looking it over for the umpteenth time as if some new feature was going to expose itself once again. They had improved drastically from your old model that you couldn't help finding fascination in it despite the trouble it's caused you so far, the irony of stretching its importance to find it so useless now. Bulma's meddling with it over the last few days certainly did not ease the situation at hand either but it at least opened up some clues to the withheld secrets you never got to discuss.

Slowly inhaling, you closed both your hands around the tech and practically folded it against its construction, crumbling it into pieces and letting them clatter against the table, turning your dark eyes once again to the container across from you with a heavy sigh. Taking it in one hand you slide your chair back from the table and tear off the inscribed talisman, proceeding to throw the bottle against the baseboard and unleashing a thick smoke upon its shattering. The air around its broken pieces filled out a tall silhouette, clearing away to a breathless and battered Raditz shakily holding his exposed wound through his broken armor. His eyes bounce around to take in the unfamiliar surroundings before settling on you.

"What was so important to you, you needed him?" You ask him with coldness to your tone, slowly turning in your chair to face him and narrowing your eyes into a glare. "Choose your words wisely."

He seemed caught in a mix of feelings, just as anxious and angry as he was disheveled and reeling from the shock of his battle. A hand pressed to the wall to help him steady himself as he fixed his eyes to glare back at you, swallowing a mix of spit and blood from his lip down. "I-I don't owe you an explanation." He rasps, setting off a fire inside you.

"Yes, you do." You started to seethe, tail brimming with your anger. Immediately, you jump to your feet throwing the chair down and stomping over towards him. "—Yes you do! Why did you kill him?! If he was necessary for you to be here, why did you kill Kakarot?!" You raged, voice scratching your throat as it left your lips. "Your own brother!"

Raditz stood silent and unshaken by your sudden shouting. He assesses you, reading into your delay to attack and picking up on how all the wounds you took from battling him just seemed to be missing. Meanwhile, he could barely stand on his own two feet. Yet you insisted on interrogating him for that. What was stopping you from finishing him off right now if you were so mad? Just how long had he been trapped inside that weird jar that you were completed healed by now? He then lowers his eyes with the news settling on him, seeming further distant from cooperating. He does remember the attack he left in the wake of his brother's persistent resolve to defy him, learning the runt didn't survive it however...Raditz didn't feel the satisfaction he thought he wanted from that immediately. How he trained himself to cope with such unwanted feelings made him laugh in response to how piqued you were about it all instead.

"He's better off dead." He sneered and winced, lowering himself against the wall with his tail hanging loose around his waist, carefully clenching his most severe wound. "H-he should have done what he was sent here for, instead that weakling let this planet spoil him. T-That low-class warrior was lucky I-I gave him a chance to fight." It took so much of your self-restraint not to attack right then, clenching your fists so tight your nails drew blood from your palms.

"...You could have just left." You muttered through your clenched jaw. You and Goku gave him that chance more than once, you even went as far as insisting the scouter was more important than killing Raditz outright to get it. It wasn't a lie that killing him might just attract his squad, but the truth was you were still trying to spare him in the wake of your old bond. Unfortunately, that history seemed lost to time on him and you didn't want to accept that. You're not kids anymore, you're not even friends anymore. Not after what he's done.

"So you're going to finish me off now for killing my own brother?" He follows up seeming to be pleased to utter that fact. "-Or you're going to try to let me go again? That's how you pathetic earthlings do it around here, I take it. So which is it?" You take in another deep breath to level yourself out, looking off to the side and swallowing down your pride.

"Prince Vegeta is coming." You confess calmly. "To Earth."

"What?" Raditz gaped up at you with shock. "H-He's coming to Earth for me?" You turn your eyes back down to him, through his pained expression you watched the sensation of joy in his rising grin and the triumphant cackle that followed. "I knew they wouldn't abandon me here! The hell you're all going to pay when they do-"

"-He is not coming for you." Your cold tone rears itself again. "It's the dragon balls he wants." The excitement fell from his face as Raditz stared back at you. It was the most rewarding thing you got over the last few days, but hard to get past the numbness you felt in place of it. Turning back to your downed chair, you bring it back on all fours and take a seat in it. "You see, once we got our hands on this-" Spoken as you smacked the pieces of the broken scouter at his feet. "-We got to know a little somethin' about your squad." An indirect encounter and a huge mistake in the long run, yours and Bulma's tampering exposed the assumed deactivated scouter to your conversation about reviving Goku and therefore the listeners on the other side of the magical dragon balls. They got enough out of that to tempt them to set them bound for the Earth.

Folding your arms, you tilt your head slightly with a smug grin. "We lied and told him you fled elsewhere after we kicked your ass. 'Good riddance to Weak Little Raditz,' as he put it. So we told him you were dead instead to try to keep him from coming here and he didn't change a beat." You explained further, chuckling to yourself. "That tells me you were just as expendable as you deemed us." A look of fear quickly took hold of him and he lowers his head in his shock. "Nothing to stop us "pathetic earthlings" from avenging Kakarot now."

Dread washed over him, that's just it, then- After all of that, he's doomed to this stupid planet whether he's alive or dead? He was worthless to those he was close to for so long? You—You were going to kill him now?!

"-But you could fight with us instead, Raditz." The bargain with the devil. "It's the least you could do for getting us involved in your bullshit."

You don't think you've ever seen a more frightful, wide-eyed stare than the way he looked at you. How the hairs of his tail stood up and he jerked his head with an aggressive shake. "You're delusional if you think you can defeat Nappa and Vegeta!" He barked, wincing at how that racked his wounded body, Raditz pushing through pain attempting to climb back up to his feet. "Y-You couldn't even beat me! You, Kakarot, that Namekian- you're all going to suffer when Vegeta and Nappa arrive here. You'll see, they'll rejoice at finding me still alive when I drop all your bodies at their feet!"

You watched him stagger, managing to get to a knee with drips of blood forming around him and urging himself with exhaustion to climb back up on two feet to find the nearest exit. He's fleeing, and very poorly.

"...Soon, we'll have Kakarot back to fight too. Depending on your cooperation, we could have your strength on our side as well." You insisted. "We could stand a chance-"

"I'm not going to help you freaks do anything!"

"You think they want your help, you gutless shit?! After what you did?!" You snapped back, slamming your fist through the table as you jump up once more and put yourself in his path. "I'm the only one giving you this chance to live, Raditz! Are you too stupid to even see that much?! You step outside this house in your wounded state, and I guarantee you will die!" Your body was brimming, shaking with rage and radiating energy. "Everyone knows what you did to Kakarot by now, any moment they'll figure out I stole the sealed containment that held you, I freed you to give you a chance! They will track your energy and be on your ass before you could reach that door! They will come right here to finish you off for what you did!" You huffed with rage tearing your throat again until your voice cracked. "So you can die like some crippled animal by the hands of some deeply pissed-off Earthlings, or get out and deal with the namekian who damn sure is waiting to take advantage of your weak state, or better yet you can chance survivin' and fight with us like a real warrior!—A true saiyan who fights for the glory of his family, for their home!"

"Shut up already! What's stopping you then, huh?!" He barks back, shunning his wounds and snatching you by your collar. "You don't get spew that at me, you traitorous brat! I am the elite saiyan warrior here! Try to finish me off yourself if you think you are worth it! Even like this, I could pulverize you!"

"Well I'm not giving you a choice anymore then, am I?! You fight with us or I kick your ass right here and now for calling me soft!"

"Twerp!"

"Fathead!"

It was a vicious stare down between you, puffing with heated snarls and contempt, practically in each other's faces ready to go for each other's throats. You hated this so much, you hated what he has done to himself to be this cowardly excuse of a saiyan warrior. Every part of you screamed to take his stupid head and put it through the wall. And then another and another and another. But it could never make right everything else that's happened to get you here, it couldn't fix all the lost time between you or make what was to come easier to deal with without his help. Yielding with an exasperated sigh, you snatch yourself free from his grip and turn away.

"Stop doing that! Stop backing down from me!" Raditz snarls at you, left staring at your back when you don't react to him. His brow arches with disbelief at you. He actually expected you to take the chance to fight him now that you were riled up. Something familiar knocked loose in his memory, once again soured by the opposite taking place. "...Who even are you anymore?" He sneers lowly, squeezing his bloody hand against the drenched wound.

You turn back to glance over your shoulder towards him before moving away. "What do you even care?"

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