#yoongi selfcest

[theharrowing]

Fuck, you're killing me.

Yoongi finds a way to clone himself, so naturally his first instinct is to fuck himself.

🤍 Dollhouse Yoongi x Collateral Yoongi

🤍 word count: ≈ 1,660

🤍 crossover episode between fics, selfcest, sci-fi, slash, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: top yoongi, bottom yoongi - but they switch. sci-fi stuff; smut (selfcest aka self incest; anal sex; teasing; begging; spitting; overstimulation; using spit as lube; rough fingering; absolutely no kissing lol); mention of past infidelity. (grey area of whether this counts as infidelity, but i think Dollhouse Jungkook will just wish he was here to see this all go down & otherwise not care.)

🤍 notes: ngl, this is straight up porn. i really speed into the situation so don't ask any questions ok??? just vibe. the sci-fi stuff is vague and alludes to Dollhouse and i use the word "clone" loosely bc i refuse to make this make logical sense!!! let it go in one eye and out the other and just enjoy the show. i guess there are some slight Dollhouse spoilers but just don't hang on too many "plot" details okay!!! in one eye, out the other!!!

🤍 written for the Harrow’s Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @park-jimin-isnt-real. 🎈 Jay, Jay, Jay. you really chose chaos on the day that you requested this fic, and for that i am grateful. i hope it makes all of your dreams come true!!! i adore you so much!!!

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted jan. 2024

Of all the marvels of science that the Min family has participated in inventing and experimenting with, this one has to take the cake. It is not enough that his team has found a way to jump their consciousness into other people's bodies temporarily, or even permanently, but now he has somehow managed to actually clone himself.

Only, this clone is…different. 

He is clearly not quite the same man staring back at him, and it almost seems as if this man has thoughts and understandings behind those cold, dark eyes. Yoongi half expected him to show up as a clean slate with no individual consciousness or memories. 

Whereas Yoongi has recently cut his hair short and maintains an appearance of being much softer than his sharp inner demons, this clone has wild, long hair and eyes that pierce as they take him in—eyes that have clearly seen some shit. 

Through the skin surrounding one of his pretty, angry eyes is even a deep gash that begins above his eyebrow and runs through his lid, down to the apple of his cheek. Yoongi leans close to check and see whether that eye is damaged at all from whatever has sliced it, and judging by its clarity and lack of disfiguration—and the way it glares back—he surmises it must not be.

"Who the fuck are you?" the clone grumbles, looking down as his nude body shackled upright to an exam table. 

Yoongi grins. "Silly. I'm you!"

The clone sighs and glances around the examination room. "Whatever this is, please get it over with quickly. I have important matters to attend to. I need to get back home."

Now this is curious. Has Yoongi somehow managed to pull an alternate-reality version of himself into this current reality? Surely a simple clone would have no knowledge of any other life it leads…right? Fascinating.

"Tell me," Yoongi drawls, stepping up close to the alternate version of himself. "What is your name?"

The man stares for a moment, then grumbles, "Min Yoongi."

And although Yoongi knows the answer, it still delights him to no end to hear his own name come from the man's mouth. 

"Min Yoongi," he parrots, voice nearly identical to the nearly identical stranger's voice.  "Tell me…have you ever wanted to fuck yourself?

***

The way alternate Yoongi lays sprawled out on the mattress is heavenly to the point that Yoongi finds he has to pinch himself just to make sure this is not a dream. He is very much awake and very much experiencing reality. 

The man shivers while Yoongi runs lube-sticky fingers over his nipples and down the curves of his torso. He huffs quick breaths from his pretty, kiss-swollen lips, eyes screwed closed while he adjusts to the girth of his own cock. 

Everything down to tiny moles and knobby joints and the gravelly quality of his guest's voice is identical. Yoongi knows he should not enjoy this so much, but god, how could he help himself?

"You can move now," alternate Yoongi mutters somewhat desperately. "Please."

Yoongi gives him light pinches on his nipples and rolls them between his thumb and index finger. "Say please again," he softly commands. 

Alternate Yoongi sighs and trembles as he attempts to create friction by digging his heels into the bed and moving his hips. Ordinarily, Yoongi would scold his bottoms for being so greedy, but he rather likes watching himself squirm. 

"Please," his clone finally whimpers. He opens his pretty, angry eyes and does his best to plead with them. Breathtaking. "Please, Yo-Yoongi."

Yoongi grins and leans nice and close, pressing himself deeper into the man's tight, heavenly ass and making him sigh. "Say our name again."

He wonders what it must be like for the poor guy to look up and see himself towering over himself. He wonders whether that Yoongi would be into the idea of fucking him next. 

"Yoongi," the pretty man mutters pathetically. "Please."

"You sound so pretty when you beg," Yoongi teases, leaning close enough to flick his tongue over the man's lips. 

Alternate Yoongi sighs and jerks his head to the side. "For fucks sake," he grumbles. "Just fuck me already. Please."

"Awe," Yoongi mockingly coos. "Is pretty Yoongi embarrassed by how good his own cock feels?"

The man sighs once more and glares at him. This makes Yoongi laugh. 

"No need to be ashamed, pretty Yoongi. I happen to love how tight and warm we feel."

"This is so depraved," the man complains despite grinding his hips down, desperate for movement. 

With a hum, Yoongi sits up and says, "But you love it." He rubs his fingertips once more down alternate Yoongi's torso, then grips onto his hips as he adds, "I can tell."

"Please, Yoongi," the man begs as he digs his head into the pillow. "Please fuck me." He whimpers and writhes, and Yoongi cannot bite his tongue, eager to continue teasing the poor guy. 

"Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?"

A deep, frustrated groan works its way from deep in the man's throat, but before he can voice anything more, Yoongi pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. 

The sound that leaves alternate Yoongi's throat is pornographic and raspy—water crashing against a rocky shoreline. Despite having fucked his own body using someone else's as a host before, this feels different in a way that he struggles to comprehend. 

Yoongi wastes no time setting a pace that punches the breath from the pretty man's lungs and has him begging to let him cum. If alternate Yoongi is as sensitive as he is, then it is no wonder he is an absolute fucking mess. 

He holds onto the man's hips and pounds into him, doing his best to stave off the urge to bust for as long as possible and admiring the beauty before him. He now fully understands why his last conquest was so desperate to have him—to the point of destroying his own marriage. Poor bastard never stood a chance. 

"Please," alternate Yoongi begs, gripping tightly to the pillow with his hands raised over his head while his long hair fans out and clings to his face from sweat. 

Yoongi leans forward and collects enough saliva in his mouth to drop a sizable amount down onto the shaft of the man's cock. This makes him gasp and jolt, and Yoongi begins to gather even more spit, too amused not to do it again.

"Please, please," alternate Yoongi begs, voice broken and perfectly accentuating the firm, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. He even clenches his walls in what Yoongi imagines to be a desperate plea to urge him to do what he wants. 

Yoongi is close, and he decides he may as well give in. He wants to watch himself come completely undone beneath him. 

"Alright, alright," he says, lifting a hand from the man's hip to reach for his neglected cock. "I'll give my pretty Yoongi what he needs. I can't hold on much longer, anyway."

He grips onto alternate Yoongi's spit-slick cock and tugs, causing every muscle in the poor man's body to seemingly clench and shake. 

"Fuck," alternate Yoongi rasps, body bowing from the bed. "Feels good. Please don't stop."

Yoongi feels hypnotized as he watches his hand stroke the man's length—as he watches his nearly identical match quake and sob the closer he gets. As the man's cock begins to pulsate, Yoongi feels himself climb closer and closer to the precipice of bliss. 

With a desperate, broken sob, alternate Yoongi cums, shooting his release onto his chest while Yoongi continues to stroke him and fuck him nice and deep. The man's ass clenches tightly, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm not too unlike that of Yoongi's thrusts, and he absolutely fucking loses it. 

"Shit," Yoongi spits, releasing the man's dick so he can anchor both hands against the mattress for stability. Alternate Yoongi continues to moan and squeeze, clearly drifting from pleasure to overstimulation, and the sight, sound, and feeling makes Yoongi's head spin.

"Fuck, you're killing me," he whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth as his own orgasm rushes over him. "I'm gonna cum, pretty Yoongi."

Yoongi's hips stutter and still, and he practically falls forward, emptying himself into a nearly identical version of himself who continues to babble incoherently and tremble. 

This is what worship should feel like, Yoongi is certain of it. He racks his brain for anything that has come close to being this depraved and incredible—this absolutely fucking euphoric—and he finds he cannot top this experience. This is nirvana.

Yoongi collapses onto himself, burying his face into his guest's neck. His skin, his sweat, his hair, everything smells familiar, and Yoongi does his best not to slip into a state of sleep and comfort. 

"Gimme a breather," Yoongi mutters through gasping breaths. "Then you can fuck me and I'll send you home."

Alternate Yoongi scoffs but does not seem too eager to get away. 

"You've gotta be kidding me," he grumbles. 

"Once in a lifetime opportunity," Yoongi says to sweeten the deal, grinning despite likely not being seen. 

Silence hangs, then alternate Yoongi shifts, sliding out from underneath Yoongi and forcing Yoongi to roll onto his back with large, firm hands pressing against his shoulders. 

"Alright," the man says, "but I'm going to be fucking rough. You seem like a sick little bastard who likes pain, so I am going to make it hurt."

Yoongi's heart soars, and he smiles widely at the pretty, nearly identical man with long hair and a curious scar. "Make me cry, Yoongi."

Alternate Yoongi towers over him and spreads his legs roughly, then spits onto his fingers and begins prodding at his rim. Yoongi moans unabashedly, instantly slipping into overwhelming pleasure-pain as the man roughly begins to finger him. 

How the fuck will he explain this one to Jeongguk when he returns home?

WOW WHOO. that was a wild one. DID YOU HAVE FUN?!?!?! i miss Dollhouse Yoongi a lot! it's fun getting into his head just a little. and, of course, our hot mafia boss Yoongi really does love to beg, doesn't he??? .😈😈😈

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#yoongi smut #yoongi selfcest #yoongi x yoongi #fic: fuck you're killing me #fic: dollhouse #fic: collateral

[hollyhomburg]

Hi First Time Messaging but I need to Scream About this particular SHOT BECAUSE IM GOING INSANE

AAAAAHAHSHAJFNWIDNAKDKSKSKSHDJSKSNASJHSJNSJSHXJ$🫡💕💕🫶🥰❤️🤪❤️❤️💔❤️💕❤️❤️💔🧍❤️❤️👍❤️🙏❤️🥺❤️💕❤️❤️🤩👍😌🥺❤️💔❤️

1) can i be the one pulling the cig out of his mouth

2) can i be the one getting the cig pulled out of my mouth

3) ITS SOOOOO *SOBBING CRYING FROWING UP HOWLING*

Also don’t get me started on the lyrics??? min yoongi the man that you ARE 🤩

“but don’t forget to differentiate between freedom and self indulgence”

“slaves to capitalism, slaves to money” “slaves to Youtube” (i screamed at that one)

The whole music video sexy as hell 😌

HIM JUMPING ON THE GUY AND ST*BING 💕 HIM JN THE NECK 💕🫶 HIM SMOKING 💕 HIM WOTH THE G U N 💕🫶💕💕🫶💕 HIM THROWING THE CIG ON THE MOMEY 💕🫶💕💕🫶💕💕🫶💕

Also Also it made me think of both sides of BILY Yoongi 🫶🫶 Mafia Boss Type in front of his blood family on one hand, Silly Goofy Guy that can still can and will kill you if you mess with his Pack family on the other 🫶🫶

Anyways do not know if you will see this and or answer especially anytime soon since the mv JUST came out but but but i’m 💕💕💕💕

P.S. I really love BILY a whole Lot and and i’m very excited about the update ❤️❤️❤️

honestly- that shot is so geumjae coded if i may 👀 personally i want one min yoongi to take a cigarette out of anothers mouth, pass it to me and then put it in his own- selfcest? twincest? dopelgangercest? all of em- only thing better than one agust d is two-

there's something about yoongi being murderous that's just so hot like...i feel like in kpop we very rarely see believable darkness, like don't get me wrong there are alot of darker mv's and shit- but i always have a hard time believing the acting in them. not with yoongi though. i firmly believe he'd stab someone if he needed too.

[te1epathy]

i think yoongi would love jawan…he’d enjoy the srk selfcest like he does in his agust d cinematic universe

[shadowofmytime]

yooncest 2020

#i need them to smash #agust d #d 2 #yooncest #bts #suga #min yoongi #yoongi x yoongi #selfcest #historical au

[tryoongs]

bts: i hate myself the girls, a literal parallel ver of them: i hate myself bts: but ur amazing and lovable an bts: .. . . bts: i- i love myself the end

#bangtan #bts love yourself #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #this is crack and im mainly joking but not rly #this is selfcest #lmao

[ratedbangtann]

Kumiho | MYG

Most of the empire was terrified of him, and rightly so. Emperor Min was a vicious and violent man, one you would hear diabolical rumours of but dare not question the validity of them. His narcissism and arrogance ruled the entire kingdom; perhaps that would be his downfall?

Pairing: Yoongi x Yoongi [MxM] (Selfcest)

Word count: 1.9k

TW // Emperor Yoongi, thief Yoongi, kumiho legend, shapeshifters, selfcest, anal fingering, anal penetration, mentions of violence, vore/gore

***DO NOT READ IF SQUEAMISH OR EASILY DISTURBED. This is based off Korean folklore.***

Most of the empire was terrified of him, and rightly so. Emperor Min was a vicious and violent man, one you would hear diabolical rumours of but dare not question the validity of them. Perhaps out of disbelief, but mostly out of fear; fear that they were indeed correct.

The Emperor relished in it, bathed in the fear like it were a finely aged liquor. Fear gave him his throne, and fear will keep him on it.

Emperor Min sat atop his throne, leg crossed over and lip resting on his finger as he watched with intensely focussed eyes; two guards were dragging a man into his chambers, his head bowed and wrapped in a tatty blindfold. His bare feet dragged across the floor, not even bothering to try and steady himself. The Emperor may have thought the man were already dead, if it weren’t for the smirk on his face.

The guards threw him to the floor at the bottom of the steps leading to Emperor Min’s throne, taking place either side of the man and bowing to their king. Min nodded slightly, a signal to them both that they may speak.

“A common thief, your highness. He was found attempting to break into the maid’s quarters.”

The criminal sat himself up on his knees, in no rush to impress. That same smirk on his lips was infuriating Emperor Min.

He stood up suddenly, reaching beside him without a glance at all to pick up the sword his staff held out for him, swiping it out of its casing with a quick metallic twang. He stomped down the steps and lay the tip of the blade flat on the criminal’s shoulder.

“Why do you smirk at your predicament, thief? Are you unaware of your impending death? Do you not know whose palace you attempted to break into?” he spat. The criminal laughed but said nothing. Min’s blood boiled. How dare he…

“You think this amusing? You will lose your head. Guard, allow him his sight. Let him take one final look at his king before his head rolls down the palace steps.”

One of the guards stepped forward without hesitation, untying the knot and revealing the man’s face in full. He threaded his fingers through his black hair and snapped his head back; the criminal was no unable to hide

Emperor Min froze, his grip on his sword loosening enough for the heavy metal to clang to the floor. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, the sight before him surely witchcraft.

The man on his knees – the criminal – bore a startling resemblance to the Emperor. Those same lips as his, jawline, nose, eyes, right down to the long scar on his right eye; a wound he had acquired in battle. The only difference in them was their hair. Emperor Min’s was long, regal and almost white. And this man’s was short, black as midnight and messy.

But every other detail was exactly the same.

“What are you…?” he whispered below his breath, the criminal continuing to smirk as he held eye contact with the Emperor. He stayed silent, the quiet unnerving all of the palace staff in the room. Emperor Min crouched in front of him, studying the tiny details of his face over and over in his head.

He had never been frightened before, never been rattled but this… This chilled him to the bone.

“Get out,” he growled, staring into the eyes of his identical counterpart. The two guards leapt into action, hooking their arms under his and beginning to drag him away again for execution by another hand. But Min stopped them.

“NO!” They turned, shocked by the sound of the Emperor’s command. “I meant you. Guards, staff. Get out.”

The guards shared a look of uncertainty, silently exchanging a look that asked each other if they should really do as he had told them. But they were forgetting; you do not argue with Emperor Min.

“I said OUT. NOW.” His voice bellowed from the walls, echoing like ripples in a lily pond. The guards dropped the man again, bowing to their leader and hastily leaving the king’s chambers. Min turned to the staff surrounding his throne atop the steps. “ALL OF YOU.”

They scuttled off just as fast, bowing as they passed him and leaving him alone with the mysterious man, ropes still binding his wrists.

“Who are you?” the Emperor asked, picking his sword up and stepping in between the legs of the criminal.

“Yoongi,” he mumbled, in a voice the Emperor could only describe as /stolen/.

“No, that’s my name. Tell me who you are. /What/ you are.”

“Min Yoongi, petty thief,” the man scoffed, laughing again.

“Why do you look like me?” He was getting beyond frustrated, his fist twitching with his sword quaking in his grip.

“Because that’s the image I chose,” he smirked, staring up at the king. Min was confused. How does one choose an image to imitate?

“What sorcery is this? Why are you here?” His growl was back, emanating from him as he held the sharp of the blade to the thief’s neck as a threat. He laughed louder than he had before.

“You’re a fool, Emperor Min. Don’t you get it? The violent narcissist with the untamed blood lust doesn’t understand why a kumiho has shown up in his chambers? I’m no thief, my king.”

Emperor Min knew exactly who the kumiho were. The stories had been passed down from dynasty to dynasty; shapeshifters who took the form of beautiful women to seduce and devour.

“But… Your image is male. It is me…”

“I chose the form most likely to attract a man such as yourself. I may be male, but my king… that is what you like. You have no secrets from me, nothing to hide. The form you would find most attractive, Emperor Min, is yourself.”

Min was frozen on the spot. The man before him spoke so calmly, so seductively, that he found himself conflicted. Of course, the kumiho had been right. The king was indeed tempted by the idea, but temptation from a kumiho was a sure way to the grave.

As he thought, the creature stood from the floor, pushing the blade of the sword away from his neck with one finger, and staring deeply into the eyes of the king. Before he could react at all, the shapeshifter was pressing his lips to Min’s with a tenderness that quickly evolved into a deep hunger.

It ignited flames in his stomach at the very notion that he was in fact, kissing himself and not a creature of evil intent. It was as if he were instantly hypnotised.

The sword fell to the floor once again with a clatter, the king’s hands gripping onto the rags of the man before him, pulling their bodies together with such vigour. The creature had been able to seduce his prey perfectly, just as he had intended when he leapt over the palace walls earlier that day.

Emperor Min dragged Yoongi to his private dwelling, reconnecting their lips desperately when they reached the king’s bedroom. The creature took charge in a way that the King should have found offensive, even grotesquely humiliating but he allowed it without much thought. He was unaware of it, but he was completely under the spell of the shapeshifter.

The rags of the man before him found their way to the floor, along with the royal gonryongpo robes until both versions for the kid were nude and desperately fumbling for the other.

The creature pushed the king to the bed hovering over him as their lips reconnected. The king willingly spread his legs for the kumiho, grinding his hardened length against the other’s.

No words were exchanged, none at all. For now, the pair spoke in only actions, hands roaming wildly, exploring, teasing.

The creature spat globs of saliva into his palm over and over, smearing the liquid against the king’s fluttering hole, pushing in a single finger to hear the pretty moans of the evil Emperor beneath him. The emperor was entranced, completely lost in the glory that the shapeshifter had promised he would feel with nothing more than a look.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, my king,” the creature teased, slipping a second finger past the tight rim of the whimpering king.

“Give yourself to me. As your king, I demand it,” he commanded, heavy breathing softening his instruction.

“I would never deny you, your highness…” the creature smiled, and Emperor Min stared at his face with lust in his eyes as he felt the tip of his cock squeezing itself into him. It wasn’t long before Yoongi had pushed himself inside completely, filling his prey.

The king moaned, his hands gripping the wrists either side of his head that held up the shapeshifter. He rolled his hips up from where he lay, meeting the hips of his partner and rocking against him. The creature took it upon himself to begin his thrusts, and they were far from gentle.

After all, this was exactly what the kumiho desired. He had succeeded in his seduction and proceeded to claim his prize unceremoniously.

Skin slapped against skin, hips clashing and tongues wagging. The king moaned wantonly with each hit to his prostate, body being shunted up the bed with each harsh thrust.

“So good, my king. So good,” the creature repeated like a mantra, a chant as if it were part of some kind of ritual.

It was the King who lost his resolve the fastest, spilling a large load of semen onto his pale stomach, cock twitching and dripping. The creature refused to slow however, now fuelled by the image of the king coming unhinged. It drove the animal in him wide with lust, hips battering into the Emperor.

“You’ll taste so good, your highness. The most delicious meal. I’ve watched for so long, wanted you for so long. Your scent, the way it lingers in the air… Fuck, I need it. I need it so bad,” the creature was of course promising Min’s demise, and yet he was so fucked out below him he was unaware of the implication of those words.

As he began to regain control of his thoughts, trying to get back from the creature completely dominating every being of his presence, the monster came hard inside him, roaring like the demon he was. He threw his head back, deep resonance rolling from his tongue as his load filled the man below him.

And then in one quick hit, his fist punched through the chest of the king, fingers wrapping around the still beating heart and ripping it from his ribcage with a loud crack. The king could do nothing but scream and writhe until the blood in his body stopped pumping, the oxygen depleting from his brain all too fast.

And then the king was gone.

A reign of terror and fear was over.

The not so evil kumiho felt nothing but satisfaction for the work he had completed. Of course, he had his own selfish desires to satiate, but setting his sights on Emperor Min had been a service he wished to provide for the kingdom. And now he could hold his head high, return to his own form, and devour his meal.

Starting, of course, with the ruthless killer’s heart in his hand.

#BTS au #bts #bts smut #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #au #smut #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan fic #bts fic #bts drabble #daechwita #agust d #d-2 #d-2 mixtape

[leftfoottrapped]

How do you feel about selfcest? More specifically daechwita Yoongi selfcest?

am I allowed to write an essay about this? I want to write an essay about this. LET’S! FUCKING! TALK! about agust d’s daechwita and its absolutely glorious use of selfcest!!!!! oh my god, I haven’t been pandered to this hard that I’ve been losing my mind for like two days straight.

I think to really hammer home what selfcest means to me—which is the exploration of disparate parts of your identity and how they come into conflict with each other/how they can reconcile (if possible!)—is to really figure out what the two different versions of ‘agust d’ are shown in the m/v.

the most obvious is the emperor identity, visualized in the music (afaik the instrumental backing is the processional/ceremonial music for a skr king), the lyrics (I’m the king! I’m the boss! you all know my name!), and how he fucking looks:

but most significantly is the emperor’s isolation. the emperor is constantly framed without anyone around him. as shown above, he surveys an empty courtyard full of beheaded bodies. when the beheaded bodies are replaced with alive worshippers, he steps on them.

he surrounds himself in death by observing more executions and collecting their heads in boxes around his throne on his balcony—aka the only “people” that can stand beside him when he’s emperor are those that he executed through his power and influence.

and all this contrasts so gloriously with the street trash identity. look how this one is constantly surrounded by people with faces, how they’re all on equal ground with him, and how they “rise” when he sits up at his own execution.

the most straightforward reading of this is that the street trash is a ‘man of the people’ who is rebelling against the cruel violent authority for the chance of everyone else being free. and ofc, he uses the avenue of music (aka creation/life/the opposite of death) to access freedom.

but what makes this m/v such a fucking treat is that the elements of self-cest, use of ceremonial king music and the death at the end complicates that narrative.

ultimately, daechwita is a narrative about a cycle that perpetuates through self-destruction.

this is a narrative about agust d realizing that he is no longer the underdog rapper from daegu. before, his entire career was defined by going against authority, against the status quo, against those that would doubt and even hate his talent and ambition, and the only people he could trust were the people on the ground with him (such as his loved ones, his mentors, and his fellow members) who were also pushing against that status quo. all these parts of him are defined by the street trash identity!

but what has his talent, ambition, and skill gotten him?

when he’s defined himself as being able to overcome obstacles through sheer will, after a while—there are no more obstacles.

now, he is at the top of the world, and he is all alone. there is no status quo for him to fight—he’s become the status quo. he defines his own career and will define it for the rest of idols/rappers/entertainers to come, “executing” their careers without even really thinking about it, dancing on top of the bodies of people he’s never met who aspire to be like him. he is at the peak of his influence and power.

he’s become everything he has fought against, villainized, and tried to overcome. he’s become the king.

and worst of all, he knows it.

in the m/v, when the king looks down into his dusty courtyard at the drifting intruders—the king and the street trash recognize each other:

they know they are the one and the same, each unable to exist without the other.

ultimately, the only way he can “rebel” is against himself, and the only obstacle he can “overcome” is again... himself.

he is both institution and rebel. he is both the law and the lawbreaker. he is both the status quo and the counterculture. the only way he can continue existing as one is if he exists as the other and he has to continuously perpetuate this cycle if he wants to reconcile these opposing identities within himself.

but the most damning evidence of all is the “execution” of the street trash at the end of the m/v.

when all the other executions are done in the dusty courtyard under sunlight, why is the street trash’s execution done at night, surrounded by those black bodies of the king’s worshippers who all begin to sit up as the street trash chants daechwita daechwita daechwita?

because the “execution” of the street trash is also the ceremony for the king.

here, the street trash becomes king, just as the lyrics at the beginning foretold: born a slave, now a king.

here, the executioner is the same butcher from the beginning of the m/v, one of the many people on “equal ground” with the street trash, and it is clear that this allyship has him spare the street trash instead of behead him.

not only that—the executioner kneels and offers a gun to the street trash, much like how one would kneel for a king.

and finally, the murder.

before this moment, there is a clear contrast between the murdering king and the street trash who rallies people together through his presence and music. to simplify, the street trash is creative and the king is destructive.

that contrast changes when the street trash utilizes the power of his creativity to escape his own execution only to execute the king.

—and so, the street trash eliminates his king self, and ascends to become king himself, completing his ceremony as signified by the daechwita instrumental and chanting.

it seems clear that this moment is agust d realizing that all that creativity, talent, and ambition has led him to overcome any obstacle in his way—but now, with no more obstacles, that same skill has suddenly turned destructive and violent.

but what else can he do except keep going? become king and rebel against himself only to become king again and rebel against himself again, over and over and over.

really, the whole m/v can really be boiled down to this single shot of the street trash’s snake ring after he’s “executed”:

it’s an ouroboros.

in the end, the king and the street trash are just like the ouroboros—the snake that must eat itself to sustain itself.

#anonymous #misc. answers #LONG POST #these aren't even all of my complete thoughts #but here's a thesis you didn't ask for

[ao3feed-minjoon]

by icarrito

Jimin looks back at him as though he’d never met him before, as though he hadn’t shared a bed with him last night.

Namjoon takes a step closer, hands visibly shaking.

Jimin growls.

________

Or: Namjoon and Jimin live in a happy and healthy relationship. That is until one day, when Namjoon comes home into their shared apartment and has a strange encounter with Jimin — who doesn’t really seem like the same person Namjoon had seen lying in bed just this morning.

Words: 18924, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Min Yoongi | Suga

Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Park Jimin/Park Jimin

Additional Tags: Doppelganger, Demon Park Jimin (BTS), Rape, Angst, demonic rituals, Established Relationship, Soul Selling, Selfcest, Eye Licking, Unconsciousness, Blood, Stabbing, This basically is a dumb teen horror movie, Happy Ending

#ao3feed #fanfic #minjoon #nammin

[theharrowing]

Dollhouse 💛 14: A tangle of bodies

Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime, easy peasy. Until a client comes along who becomes as obsessed with his life as he becomes with theirs, and the lines between their realities begin to blur.

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💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi, Hoseok x Yoongi, Namjoon x Jungkook, Hoseok x Yoongi x Jungkook 

💛 word count: 7.9k

💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, lgbtq, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+

💛 chapter warnings: infidelity, ass eating, angst, oral, vaginal & anal sex, threesome, recreational drug use (ecstasy), selfcest?

💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 

💛 posted may, 2022 | read on ao3

Jeongguk: Old men are heading home tomorrow, on schedule with us. We'll have to whack them on home soil.

Hoseok: I need you to stop sending me texts containing orders to whack people. We're not part of a mafia.

Jeongguk: Who are you afraid of seeing your messages? You're literally a government official.

Hoseok:  We'll talk about this later. 

Jeongguk: Are you sure? I plan to have my hands and mouth pretty full later. And I don't think you'll be in any shape to argue, big boy.

Hoseok sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He misses the façade- Jeongguk, who was too shy to look him in the eye, much less call him "big boy." This Jeongguk—bossy, sexually deviant Jeongguk—is a fucking troublemaker. Hoseok wonders if Namjoon still wants to go through with their drunk plan or if he'll realize it's all been a mistake now that he's had time to think it over. He should probably find a way to ask him. 

Namjoon: Ran into Jeongguk at the gym. He's asking about brunch. Yes or no?

Hoseok: Sure. Do you want to come back and shower, or should I head down soon?

Hoseok gets off the bed and makes his way to his closet, deciding that now is as good a time as any to put on some actual clothes since he just went to sleep in briefs last night. He chooses a black tee and slacks, telling himself they should be good enough for today, forgoing his standard button-up—something he's been doing too often lately. Namjoon will probably want to dress more casually, anyway, so he tells himself that it's probably fine.

As Hoseok changes into new briefs and pulls his t-shirt over his head, there's a knock at the door. He pauses, arm hanging halfway through its hole, unsure if he really heard a knock when there's another. 

"Hoseokah?" Yoongi calls from the other side. 

Hoseok sighs and, forgetting he's not wearing pants, pads his way over to the door, straightening out his shirt. When Hoseok opens the door, Yoongi's eyes fall to Hoseok's bare legs, then move back up, and he pushes his way into the room with a smirk. 

"Hey, baby," Yoongi says, taking Hoseok by the wrist and pulling their bodies together against the closing door. Yoongi wraps his arms around Hoseok's waist, and Hoseok stumbles forward, allowing Yoongi to overwhelm him. 

"Our boys are in the gym and are probably gonna hit the shower for a bit, so I figured I would come keep you company while we wait."

Hoseok's phone is on the bed, so he hasn't had a chance to see if Namjoon has responded, and he's not sure if Yoongi's just trying to get in a quick fuck. But he also doesn't care. Yoongi's freshly showered with slightly damp hair and dewy skin, and he smells like a field of lavender and newly chopped trees. And, wearing just a black t-shirt and black sweats, Hoseok can make out every delicate curve of bone and muscle on Yoongi's torso.

"Yoongi," Hoseok mutters, "I—"

Hoseok's head spins, heart pounds, and Yoongi's fingers, which have inched up Hoseok's shirt and hold his waist, are searing hot. Yoongi cocks his head and hums, encouraging Hoseok to go on. 

"What happens if all of this works out?"

Yoongi squints, attempting to read Hoseok, and holy shit, Hoseok feels incredibly anxious. He takes a step back, guiding Yoongi toward the bed, and Yoongi follows, holding eye contact, waiting for Hoseok to elaborate. The walk across the suite feels like forever, but Hoseok's thoughts are so scattered, he welcomes the time to attempt to think. When his calf finally hits the mattress, he flinches, then sighs. 

"If Namjoon likes it, and if everything is good, and it works out, what—" Hoseok leans against the edge of the bed and allows Yoongi to spread his legs with a thigh, grazing Hoseok's cock and balls through his thin briefs. 

"What are you afraid of?" Yoongi asks, leaning in just enough to graze his lips over Hoseok's as he speaks. 

"You," Hoseok admits, almost whispers. "Me. Everything. I won't want to stop. And Jeongguk...I want you to fuck me in his body again. I want to feel what it's like to be him again."

Yoongi licks over Hoseok's lips, and Hoseok whines, melting into the kiss. Yoongi's thigh gently rubs Hoseok, and Hoseok can't help but whimper and rut against the friction. He wants Yoongi to touch him so badly. To fuck him, to taste him, to do anything he wants. 

"Wait," Hoseok mutters. His brain is foggy, and his body is electric with arousal, but he knows he should check his phone. "I should see if Joonie responded."

"I told you, Jeongguk has him."

"He's not going to just let Jeongguk touch him, though," Hoseok mutters, stretching his arm out to reach his phone, which sits just out of reach. Yoongi loosens his grip, and Hoseok manages to touch a finger to the device, then shimmy it over with his fingertips. When he grabs his phone, he notices messages from both Namjoon and Jeongguk. 

Namjoon: Jeongguk wants to work out a little longer. He says he sent Yoongi to keep you company. I hope you don't mind?

Hoseok:  Not at all. Take your time.

Hoseok checks the time stamp. It was only four minutes ago. 

Jeongguk: Sent you a gift. Feel free to unwrap him. I want to make Joonie a sweaty mess and then clean him off.

Hoseok: Joon is the one who wanted all 4 of us to be together the most, but good luck. You have my blessing. Let me know when you're heading back. 

"Everything okay?" Yoongi asks, tightening his grip on Hoseok's waist. 

Hoseok tosses his phone to the bed and wraps his arms around Yoongi's shoulders, pulling him closely while he pouts. "No, daddy."

"Awe," Yoongi mock-pouts, "what's the matter, baby?"

Hoseok grinds his ass down on Yoongi's thigh and whines when the tiniest amount of friction passes his hole. He hasn't felt this needy for someone in so long, and although he still feels sore from taking Namjoon's cock the night before, he knows Yoongi's mouth will feel like heaven on the sensitive flesh.

"I miss your tongue, daddy," Hoseok whines, resting his forehead against Yoongi's. "I want you to eat me out."

"Hands down at your sides, baby," Yoongi mutters, and Hoseok nods his head, then drops his arms from Yoongi's shoulders, brushing his fingertips down Yoongi's chest and breathing in his smell. 

Yoongi grips onto Hoseok's waist and spins him, shoving him into the mattress, and Hoseok gasps, feeling a jolt of excitement start from his tummy and shoot through him. The old familiar vines snake tightly around Hoseok's ribs, blooming with bright flowers as Yoongi yanks Hoseok's briefs down and spreads him with his big, firm hands. 

Hoseok bends into the mattress and grips onto the comforter, and as soon as he feels Yoongi's tongue lap slowly over his hole, Hoseok moans, melting further forward. Yoongi's tongue is wet and warm, and it sends a wave of arousal crashing through Hoseok, already causing his legs to tremble.

"Did Joonie fuck your tight hole, baby?" Yoongi groans then licks again.

"Y-yes, daddy."

"It's so puffy, baby; so pretty. Is it sensitive?”

"Yes, daddy."

The trouble with fucking around with Yoongi is that Yoongi clouds Hoseok's senses so completely that all the world falls away. This includes thoughts of his husband. Hoseok knows in his heart that letting Yoongi have so much power over him may ultimately be his downfall—could very well claim everything Hoseok holds dear, ripped straight from his grasp—and he does nothing to stop himself around Yoongi. Hoseok is powerless.

Yoongi eats Hoseok's ass. His expert tongue traces him in circles, flicks, laps, and penetrates, and Hoseok whines and sobs as the pleasure overwhelms him. Hoseok's cock presses into the mattress, and every tremble in his thighs and jolt in his hips give a painful rush of pleasure. Yoongi licks him in a rhythm that has Hoseok's desperate, leaking cock throbbing quickly.

"Please," Hoseok whines, holding himself on weak, shaky legs.

Yoongi moves his mouth away, and Hoseok's hips jerk back. "Please what, baby?"

"Please, I want to come. Please, daddy. You feel so good."

Yoongi tugs Hoseok away from the bed, then twists him again, and Hoseok nearly topples over, grabbing Yoongi's head for stability. The sight of Yoongi down on his knees with his lips pink and chin slick from eating his ass makes Hoseok's heart pound hard. Yoongi angles himself up, holding Hoseok firmly against the mattress with his hands pressing into Hoseok's hips, and mutters, "Then come for me, baby boy," before taking Hoseok's cock into his mouth, sucking down into his throat. 

Hoseok leans back against the bed, hands propping himself up, and loses himself in pleasure as Yoongi sucks his cock down and swirls his tongue as he comes up. Yoongi's deep, raspy voice moans, sending vibrations through Hoseok, and Hoseok whimpers and tries not to cry out too loudly as his hips shake and his arousal builds.

It's a tidal wave crashing hard against the shore, and Hoseok can't even form words before he's about to come, just mutters a weak, "Da-ha-aah—" before his hips jerk, and he fills Yoongi's mouth. Yoongi groans as if Hoseok's orgasm brings him pleasure and sucks until Hoseok begs him to stop and then sucks a little more. Hoseok jolts forward and gently grabs Yoongi's head, then his legs give out, and he tumbles, assisted by Yoongi as Hoseok straddles his thighs. 

"Fuck," Hoseok whimpers, burying his face in Yoongi's neck.

"You taste so good, baby."

"Fuck, we weren't supposed to—how do I keep letting you—"

Yoongi scoffs and kisses Hoseok's neck. His voice is deep and raspier than usual when he mutters, "Letting me, what? You begged me, Seokah."

"Letting you intoxicate me. Letting you cloud my thoughts. How do I keep letting you do this to me?" Hoseok sighs. He's so incredibly fucked. 

"It's okay, baby. Jeongguk and Joonie are probably fucking in the shower right now. I bet Namjoon couldn't wait to taste pussy again."

Hoseok sits back, and his head hits the side of the mattress. It's a dull thud, and he squeezes his eyes shut. "No," he mutters. "He wouldn't do that. He's probably gently turning Jeongguk down. He wouldn't just do it without us discussing it."

Yoongi hums and holds onto Hoseok's hips, keeping Hoseok from sliding off his angled legs, and Hoseok opens his eyes and stares at a spot on Yoongi's shirt rather than look him in the eye. This thing that they're doing—this thing that Hoseok seems addicted to—it's getting the best of him. Try as he might, Hoseok can't figure out why he can never seem to get enough of Yoongi. 

"I should get dressed," Hoseok finally says, forcing his thoughts to stop swimming. He pushes back, out of Yoongi's grasp, and haphazardly stands up. 

"Alright," Yoongi says. "I'll go change and brush my teeth. Call me if you need anything."

There's something so casual in how Yoongi invites Hoseok to call if he needs anything; Hoseok can't imagine what he could possibly need from him. As Hoseok walks to his closet and picks up the slacks he intended to put on earlier, he can't help but wonder if Namjoon would do something with Jeongguk down in the showers. After what just transpired, he hopes that Namjoon would. 

"Alright, well, thanks for uh—" Yoongi stops and clears his throat, and Hoseok turns to watch Yoongi shrug, "uh, coming down my throat."

Hoseok scoffs and looks at the floor. "Thanks for letting me. It felt amazing."

Yoongi hums, and then he's gone, and Hoseok can't help but feel suffocated by his anxiety. He walks to the bed and checks his phone, and when he finds no new notifications, he sighs in relief. Maybe Jeongguk was convincing enough, and Namjoon went along with it. Maybe. Hopefully. 

Hoseok walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face and neck, and put enough product in his hair to comb it out of his eyes. He returns to the main room and sits on the ugly fucking white couch that he might miss a little once they leave this place, and he inhales deeply, holds it, and exhales. His phone dings. 

Jeongguk: Coming back. Is Yoongi with you?

Hoseok:  No.

Jeongguk:  Okay.

The moment Hoseok sets his phone down, his mind is in overdrive once more. Jeongguk didn't brag—why didn't Jeongguk brag? Jeongguk would brag, right? So, why. He wants to ask, but he's not sure whether he should because what if Jeongguk was joking before, just riling Hoseok up, and Hoseok did something with Yoongi that he should not have done. Not that Jeongguk would mind, but...Namjoon. Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon. 

Hoseok squeezes his eyes shut, and when he opens them, his vision is clouded with white spots, and the door to his suite opens. Namjoon enters alone. His hair is wet, indicating a shower. Good, that's good. But his cheeks are flushed, and he's looking at the floor. That's concerning. Hoseok gives Namjoon a moment before greeting him, then smiles widely when Namjoon finally makes eye contact. 

"Hey, baby!" Hoseok says, sitting forward and giving Namjoon his full attention.

Namjoon approaches, opens his mouth to speak, and then crumbles. He falls to the floor in the middle of the room, knees bent in with his hands on the carpet, and he heaves desperately as if suddenly the air is too thin. Hoseok gets off the couch, half-standing, half-crouching as he walks over, then kneels next to Namjoon.

"Joonie, what's wr—"

Namjoon curls in on himself and cries. Big, heavy, shoulder-shaking sobs that echo through the room, and this is not what Hoseok imagined would happen, though he isn't fully surprised. And he already knows. Hoseok already knows what happened before Namjoon even has to say anything. And the vines squeeze and squeeze. 

"Baby, talk to me," Hoseok coos, reaching to rub circles on Namjoon's back, and Namjoon flinches away and throws himself further onto the floor.

"I don't deserve—I don't—don't touch me," Namjoon stammers through sobs and sniffles loudly. 

"Of course you deserve me, baby; just tell me what's wrong."

"J—Jeon— Jeongguk, he—'' Namjoon shakes his head. "No, it's my fault. I can't blame him, I wanted it."

Hoseok swallows a lump in his throat and fights the urge to cry for his husband. He wants to tell Namjoon that it's okay, that he's not upset, but he doesn't want it to seem like he knows. So he says nothing, and he waits. Namjoon gasps for air and cries for a while longer. And then, when he's laid on the carpet in the fetal position, he clears his throat and tries again. 

"I'll understand if you leave me," Namjoon says, voice raw and deep. 

Hoseok lays on his side on the floor facing Namjoon and slowly reaches out to test a caress. Namjoon doesn't flinch when Hoseok's hand gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and Hoseok gives Namjoon a soft smile. 

"I would never leave you, baby. Just tell me what's got you so upset and we'll handle it."

Namjoon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. " Jeongguk came to the gym, and he was very touchy and flirty, which I expected. And I was good at laughing off and allowing it because it was...nice. It was nice. I didn't think you'd mind."

Hoseok shakes his head with a smile. "Of course not, Joonie."

"But then we went into the showers, and he—he followed me into my stall, and I was shocked and told him that he shouldn't be there, but he begged me for a kiss. I barely h—" Namjoon chokes on a sob and begins to cry more, though not as hard as before. 

"I barely hesitated. Hoseok, I hardly thought twice. I just thought about last night and how good it felt, and I pushed him against the stall door and kissed him until he was moaning and begging me to let him suck my cock. And he got naked, and, fuck, he was so, so pretty."

Hoseok takes a deep breath quietly, not letting it sound exasperated because he does not want to make Namjoon even more upset or make Namjoon think he is upset. Then he squeezes Namjoon's shoulder tighter. 

"Joonie, look, I know we agreed to wait until we were all four together, but I promise you, whatever happened with Jeongguk in the shower is not enough for me to leave you."

"Seok, I'm so—"

"I mean it. Whether you kissed, or Jeongguk sucked you off, or you fucked...whatever happened, I'm not mad at you, and it would never change how I feel about you. We already blurred the lines with them last night, and I don't feel hurt or upset."

Namjoon curls further into himself and cries harder. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve you, Hoseok. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Hoseok gets up, crawls to Namjoon, and drapes himself over his body. "You deserve the world, baby. You deserve me, and Jeongguk, and Yoongi, and you deserve pleasure. I promise you."

Namjoon shakes his head and continues to sob, and Hoseok repositions himself to spoon Namjoon, holding him through his tears. Hoseok tells himself that he should have expected this, but he hoped that, with what happened last night, Namjoon would be far less devastated. 

Enough time passes that Hoseok begins to feel drowsy, and he wonders if Namjoon is asleep when Namjoon finally sniffles and begins to sit up.

"I need to shower again," he says weakly. 

Hoseok sits up on the floor. He pulls his knees to his chest and hugs them tight, watching Namjoon get onto his feet and shuffle into the bathroom. For the most part, Hoseok feels numb. He wants to console Namjoon, but he's not sure there's much more than he can say, and he doesn't want to upset him further or overwhelm him. 

Once Hoseok hears the shower start, he gets off the floor and walks back to the sofa, where his phone was left. Hoseok's stomach grumbles as he curls onto the monstrosity and checks his phone. 

Jeongguk: I can't tell if Namjoon is okay with what happened. If not, I'm sorry.

This begs questions, although Hoseok can't say he's too shocked if Namjoon held in most of his feelings until he got back to his room. Whatever may have happened, Hoseok can't imagine Namjoon fully blames Jeongguk; otherwise, he wouldn't be so upset.

Hoseok: What exactly did happen?

Jeongguk: He didn't tell you?

Hoseok: Not really. 

Jeongguk: Is he upset?

Hoseok: He's pretty upset. He's taking another shower now.

There's a pause, and then Hoseok's phone rings, showing Jeongguk's name. Hoseok hesitates, then answers it. Before he can say anything, Jeongguk says, "I'll tell you what happened. No need to speak. And if he comes out of the shower, you can just hang up."

Hoseok hums, and Jeongguk continues. "I was really touchy at the gym. Tentatively at first, testing the waters to see if Namjoon would allow it. He allowed it and seemed into it, so I laid it on thicker and thicker, and he flirted back. I thought everything was good. So then, when we went into the showers, I followed him into his stall. I had a towel on, and I hovered in the doorway, asking him to let me in."

Jeongguk sighs, seeming to collect himself. "He let me in, and I begged for a kiss. He hesitated, and I offered to leave, but then he pulled me in and pushed me into the door as he locked it behind me. We kissed until we were both super turned on, and then I begged to suck his cock. He said no, and I begged again, and he said no, so I backed off and said it was fine. But then I guess he changed his mind. We took our towels off our hips, draped them over the door, and I got onto my knees. He seemed like he was into it and happy, but then once post-orgasm clarity hit, he seemed...different. Like a switch had flipped. He wouldn't say much, just stood in the water stream and stared at the floor, and I attempted to console him, but he didn't want it. You okay, Seok?"

Hoseok hums; he is as okay as he can be. Jeongguk continues. "Anyway, I managed to get him to leave the shower and get dressed. I was apologetic, but he just shrugged it off. He said he needed to walk alone and gather his thoughts, so I went another way up a different elevator. I gave him his space. Fuck, Seok, I never would have pushed him if I thought he would feel so guilty."

The sound of the shower curtain opening pulls Hoseok's attention, and he whispers, "Gotta go," and hangs up. Then he texts Jeongguk. 

Hoseok: I'm not surprised he feels guilty, but it's worse than I expected. I'll talk to him and see what he wants to do. I'm not mad at you, but I wish I could have prevented this from happening.

Jeongguk: I feel like an idiot.

Hoseok: You are an idiot. <3

Jeongguk: </3!  We want to get lunch. Maybe if Joonie seems more relaxed, we can get room service and talk?

Hoseok: I'll let you know.

Namjoon comes out of the bathroom, and Hoseok turns to look at him. He wears a towel around his hips while using another towel to dry his hair and walks to the closet. He seems to just stare ahead for a while, and Hoseok clears his throat quietly. 

"Baby, would you be okay with bringing the two of them here to talk things out? We could order room service and—"

"No."

"Oh. O-okay."

Namjoon drops his arm to his side, dangling his towel in his fingers, and he continues to stare at his clothing. "I might look for a flight and go home today." 

Hoseok's heart pounds and everything feels heavy. "Baby, we're going home tomorrow."

"I want to leave now."

Tears well in Hoseok's eyes. He wants to console Namjoon, but he's never seen him shut down like this before, and he doesn't know what to do. 

"Look, I wish you would stay, but if you need to go home now, I won't stop you. Maybe a ferry to Busan would be good? Stay in a hanok overnight and take the train to Seoul in the morning?"

Namjoon nods his head, but they're shallow and noncommittal movements. Hoseok stands and cranes his neck to try to see Namjoon, then makes his way to the closet. Namjoon stares ahead with tears in his eyes, and Hoseok gently pulls the towel from Namjoon's fingers, making him flinch. 

"Joonie," Hoseok says softly but sternly. "How can I prove to you that I'm not upset?"

"I'm upset," Namjoon croaks weakly. "I disappointed myself. I hurt myself. I hurt you and—and Yoongi-hyung."

Hoseok rolls his lips in between his teeth to bite back the urge to make any noise in response to the idea of Namjoon possibly hurting Yoongi, then licks his lips. "I asked Jeongguk, and he told me that Yoongi is not upset."

"But we agreed—we said we would all—" Namjoon inhales a shaky breath and sighs. 

"Listen, I understand that we agreed on that boundary. I know that we all said it was important for all of us to be together. But Yoongi trusts us as much as I trust all of you. I'm not worried about my husband running off to be with another man; whether you feel affection for either of them does not hurt me because we all—to some extent—seem to feel that way about each other."

Namjoon closes his eyes. His breathing is measured and shaky on the exhale. 

"Would you have been hurt if the tables were turned today? If Yoongi met me in the gym and we fooled around, still high from what happened last night."

Namjoon bites his bottom lip and knits his eyebrows. "Maybe," he mutters. "Maybe at first. But maybe not?"

Hoseok swallows a lump, and his voice shakes. He decides that perhaps giving Namjoon a half-truth might help, despite the fact that the entire truth is almost a mirror of what happened in the gym shower. 

"Yoongi and I kissed when he came here."

Namjoon's breath hitches, and he opens his eyes. When he turns to face Hoseok with surprised, pained eyes, Hoseok feels instantly anxious and looks off to the side, squeezing the towel in his hand. 

"We were talking about last night, and about you and Jeongguk, and then we just...looked at each other and then…we kissed. It wasn't terribly heated, but it wasn't innocent, and—and I wanted more. I'm sorry, baby."

Namjoon nods and scoffs, and Hoseok meets his gaze to find something burning, something Namjoon appears to try to blink away. "Good, so none of us are trustworthy. Wow."

"Baby—"

"No. Wow. Thank you for your honesty, Hoseok."

Not Seok, not Seokie, but Hoseok. That one stings.

"Wh-what I mean to say is that we are all still excited about what happened last night, Joon. Because it's the two of us and the two of them, not because we're unfaithful people at heart. I mean, god, how long have we been married?"

Hoseok is panicking. The air twists and contorts in ways that throw Hoseok off balance, and he finds it hard to focus. At this point, he truly doesn't know what to say, and he's terrified of saying too much.

Namjoon finally begins picking out clothing, sliding on a white tee, brown slacks, and a brown cardigan. All the while, Hoseok stares ahead at the shirts hanging in front of him, barely seeing Namjoon in the periphery, watching as the lines of the sleeves hanging together blur in and out of focus. When Namjoon is dressed, he goes into the bathroom, then returns while shoving his phone and wallet into his slacks.

"I'm going to go have lunch and look for a flight or ferry home, and I'll be back to pack a bag," Namjoon says. He doesn't turn back and look at Hoseok. "Good luck with the rest of your stay. Tell the guys I'm sorry."

"Namjoon, wait," Hoseok calls—no—whimpers. He feels weak and suddenly defeated. So, so defeated. 

"I'll text you when I figure it out. And at each stop, so you don't worry."

Tears pour down Hoseok's face, and he tries to blink them away, tries to get his bearings on what is happening, but as the suite door opens and clicks shut, Hoseok feels grounded in place. Hoseok wonders if he should try to chase after Namjoon. But, ultimately, he doesn't make a move. 

Hoseok wakes up in a pile of bodies. It's hot, and he's covered in sweat, and his clothing tugs and indents uncomfortably around his waist and thighs. Yoongi stirs and releases his hold around Hoseok's back, allowing Hoseok to sit up. He sucks in drool and mutters a weak "S-sorry," to Jeongguk, whose shirt is too dark to reveal the size of the wet spot.

"You cried all over me, baby; a little drool is nothing," Jeongguk says, and Hoseok weakly nods. 

Noise from the television can faintly be heard, and Hoseok squints through sleepy eyes. "What's this?"

"Some old western," Yoongi responds as he sits back and crosses one leg over the other, which is how Jeongguk sits. Hoseok straightens himself out and then pulls his knees to his chest. 

"Thank you guys," Hoseok mutters, staring at the white comforter covering their bed. 

"Are you hungry?" Yoongi asks. 

A large palm rubs circles into Hoseok's back. He's inclined to think it's Yoongi's hand, but he's not quite awake enough to tell. "Yeah."

"Good," Jeongguk says, running a finger along Hoseok's cheek and neck. "We ordered a bunch of shit; it should be here any minute. Also, uh...Joon-hyung texted you to say he landed in Seoul about ten minutes ago."

"Th-thanks."

Hoseok was still crumpled on the floor when Namjoon came to pack his suitcase, and he didn't speak a word until, while in the open doorway, he said, "I love you, Seok. Safe travels tomorrow."

Yoongi and Jeongguk kept their distance until he was gone, and once they had the go-ahead, they came to get Hoseok and bring him back to their room for a cry session that exhausted Hoseok until he fell asleep. Everything piled on at once and felt too heavy to carry, and Hoseok let it all out. Now he just feels numb. 

Room service comes shortly after Hoseok wakes up, and they sit around their table, passing around plates of steak, seafood, vegetables, rice, and noodles. Yoongi fills everyone's glasses with wine, and they eat and drink quietly. It's still light outside, probably just mid-afternoon. 

"Seokie, baby, do you wanna get high and forget about everything for a bit?" Yoongi asks.

"High how?"

Jeongguk leans forward, elbows on the table. "Ecstasy."

Hoseok doesn't do drugs—being an employee of the government and all—but he has in the past, and the idea entices him. Maybe, for the next 8 to 12 hours, it would be nice to just feel euphoric and let go. Hoseok nods his head. It's still daytime, his flight is tomorrow evening, and they don't anticipate getting any more actual work done, so...why not.

Hoseok nods. "Sure. That sounds fun."

"Yeah?" Yoongi asks, sounding shocked. 

Hoseok shrugs.

Jeongguk gets up, walks over to some luggage across the room, and starts unzipping zippers. Hoseok pokes at his food, drinks his wine, and tries to feel a little excited for what's to come, but it's tough to feel anything at all, so he just doesn't. 

When Jeongguk returns, they inspect the little pink pills with a beloved cartoon character stamped on the front, and Jeongguk mutters something about how sometimes it's beneficial to have a drug lord father-in-law. The three of them touch their pills together over the center of the table as if they're shots of liquor, and stick them on their tongues. 

The pill is bitter and tastes repulsive, and Hoseok lets it sit for just a moment to bask in the awfulness before he chases it down with the rest of his wine. The waiting period between swallowing a drug and feeling a drug is always filled with anxiety—anticipation putting every nerve on edge—so Hoseok goes back to picking at his food, so he doesn't overthink it too much. Nobody has much to say; probably the others are feeling the same way, but Hoseok doesn't mind the silence.

Several minutes pass, and Yoongi's voice breaks the silence. "Would you ever swap bodies and fuck yourself?"

Hoseok looks up to find Yoongi looking at Jeongguk, but then his gaze turns to Hoseok. Hoseok shrugs. "I guess so. I don't see why not."

Jeongguk nods. "I would lick my pussy."

Yoongi nods and chuckles. His eyes look a bit glazed over and far away. "Nice. I would. I would fuck the shit out of me."

"You should use my body to fuck yourself," Jeongguk suggests.

Yoongi takes a long, finishing gulp of wine and reaches for the bottle, dumping the rest of it into his glass, filling it a little over halfway. Two full, recorked bottles sit in the center of the table, and Hoseok finishes his glass, then reaches for one of the full bottles.

"I'm suggesting it because I think we should put Seokie back in your body and take care of him," Yoongi says. Hoseok's eyes fly between Yoongi and Jeongguk, who share a glance and then turn to Hoseok.  Yoongi smiles sweetly. "Would you like that, baby?"

Hoseok licks his lips. He knows he should put a stop to this affair and prevent further damage to his relationship. But he's already come so far, and he's about to come up on drugs. What's once more?

"Yes, daddy."

Once the choice is made, they quickly shuffle over to the penthouse suite. Although there is plenty of time to jump before the drugs have a chance to kick in, they do not want to risk anything weird happening. A staff member stands idly while Yoongi performs the jump himself, and Hoseok decides that, while it is pretty fucking sus, he has bigger fish to fry than to keep asking why people let the Mins do whatever they want.

The jump is easy—so easy that Hoseok actually fears that nothing happened, just for a moment. But then he sits up and looks to his left and sees his body lying there and lets out a huge, deep sigh of relief. Once the men get their bearings, they thank the staff—who said and did nothing to assist them—and shuffle back to Yoongi and Jeongguk's suite. As soon as they arrive, the room feels foggy and air is a bit light.

"Whoa," Hoseok mutters as he stumbles back to the bed. "I think it's happening."

"Good, baby," Yoongi says sweetly from behind Hoseok. He runs his hands up Hoseok's back, making Hoseok flinch and then sink into the feeling, and when Hoseok groans, he remembers he's in Jeongguk's body. He tells himself that Yoongi's hand runs up Jeongguk's back, and when arousal licks between his legs, Hoseok feels beyond excited that it's between Jeongguk's legs that he feels the familiar tingle. 

"Let's get you out of these clothes, okay, baby?" Yoongi asks, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's torso, gripping Jeongguk's stomach tightly in one hand while the other goes down between Jeongguk's legs and rubs his pussy.

Hoseok feels Jeongguk's legs tremble beneath him, and he gasps. It feels so good, like Yoongi has somehow lit hundreds of tiny fireworks inside him, and Hoseok arches Jeongguk's back and rubs Jeongguk's ass over Yoongi's cock. When Yoongi groans a deep, raspy sound, Hoseok melts against his chest. 

"Please, daddy," Hoseok whines in a voice deeper than he's used to. "Please, I need you."

Jeongguk gets onto the bed wearing only briefs, and he sits in the center against the headboard and pats his legs. Hoseok is stunned at the sight of himself and clambers onto the bed. Jeongguk's limbs feel heavy and wobbly, but Hoseok does his best crawling between his own legs. 

"I want you to suck your pretty dick, baby," Jeongguk says, smirking at Hoseok. "Let me see what my perfect lips look like around your shaft."

Hoseok wonders if this counts as selfcest and whether it's ethical to suck his own cock, but decides that he still doesn't feel weird about it and tugs his briefs down. Hoseok knows what his cock looks like, but it's strange seeing it from this angle, and when he licks up the shaft, he's pleasantly surprised by his taste.

"F-fuck," Jeongguk whines in Hoseok's voice. "I'm still not used to how this feels."

Hoseok licks his cock, then begins to tease the tip. His mind is floating in the clouds, and he feels like melting, but he does his best to stay in solid form to fellate himself while his voice moans and whimpers in pleasure above him. Hands are on Jeongguk's hips, pulling his sweats down, and Hoseok makes sure to wiggle Jeongguk's ass for Yoongi as he's undressed. 

Yoongi gets Jeongguk's pants to his knees before spreading him with his hands and licking over Jeongguk's pussy and ass, and the feeling sends wave after wave of pleasure so intense that Hoseok worries he might collapse. 

"F-fuck, I'm still not used to how this feels," Hoseok whines. 

All feelings that aren't pleasure melt away. Yoongi licks and caresses in slow, deliberate movements that cause Hoseok to suck and lick in a similar rhythm, steadily building and drawing out arousal, as if they have all the time in the world and there's no need to rush. Hoseok thinks he's in love, thinks he could be sandwiched between the two of them for eternity—thinks the way he feels electrified is enough to cure all his pain and worries. But he knows it's the drugs; they're hitting him really hard. 

Time and space operate differently, and as eternities pass in seconds, Jeongguk whines about feeling like he's going to come. Hoseok is so focused on Jeongguk that he doesn't feel the build quite as strongly, but the feeling of Yoongi's mouth is still so perfect and inviting that he lets it be this way, at least until he can swallow down the load that Jeongguk keeps trying to warn him about. 

Hoseok sucks his cheeks in, and Jeongguk squeals, a pitchy nasally sound that Hoseok is all too familiar with making, and Jeongguk grabs his own hair tightly as he holds his head in place and fucks into his throat. Hoseok keeps Jeongguk's jaw relaxed and takes everything given to him, and when Jeongguk comes in his throat, Hoseok swallows it proudly, litters kisses on his cock and thighs, and thanks Jeongguk for coming for him. 

As soon as Hoseok is finished focusing on his task, the overwhelming, shaky euphoria returns, and it feels like a dam has been broken, causing the pleasure to flood in. Hoseok falls forward on his thighs and whines as Jeongguk runs fingers through his hair and tells him what a good boy he is. He doesn't have a chance to whine about feeling like he might come before it rushes over him, and he comes hard. All he can do is whimper "Please" and "Thank you" over and over. 

Yoongi's languid movements are heaven, and though Hoseok feels like the orgasm begins to wind down, it keeps coming, never stopping. It's too much, and Hoseok begins to worry he might experience a full mental collapse if it continues, but he doesn't want it to end. But then it does end. Yoongi stops, and Hoseok whines, even though he can still feel traces of pleasure tingle between Jeongguk's legs.

"I want you to sit on my face," Yoongi says as he crawls to the head of the bed and lays next to where Jeongguk sits. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

Hoseok looks up to see Yoongi talking to him and nods weakly. Limbs are still gelatin and so heavy, but Hoseok manages to shimmy Jeongguk's calves out of his pants, get out from between his legs and crawl to Yoongi. Yoongi pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside, and Hoseok sits up on Yoongi's hips and runs Jeongguk's hands up and down his body.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Hoseok mutters. 

Yoongi smiles at Hoseok affectionately, then looks at Jeongguk, reaches a hand to pet Hoseok's cheek, and says, "You're beautiful too, baby."

Hoseok's breath hitches. He wants to be beautiful in Yoongi's eyes. He wants it so badly. Jeongguk leans down and kisses Yoongi deeply. Both men moan, and Yoongi reaches up to grip Hoseok's shirt to hold Jeongguk close. 

"Your lips taste so good, Seokie," Yoongi whines against his mouth, and Hoseok gasps again. He can't begin to explain the euphoria he feels, despite not being able to experience the kiss that Yoongi shares with his lips. Jeongguk pulls out of the kiss and sits up. He removes Hoseok's shirt and crawls down to where Hoseok is, near Yoongi's hips. 

"Kiss me," Jeongguk whines, and Hoseok leans down and kisses him—kisses himself. Hoseok likes how Jeongguk kisses, spinning his tongue gently while moaning. Jeongguk sucks on his bottom lip and smiles against him when he moans, and Hoseok thinks once more that he must be in love, though he knows that it's as effect of the drugs; they're still hitting him really hard. 

Yoongi's hands rub up Jeongguk's thighs, and Hoseok whines. He remembers he was supposed to sit on Yoongi's face. Hoseok pulls from the kiss, and Jeongguk nods toward Yoongi to signal Hoseok to go and Hoseok chuckles. He suddenly feels shy, though he has no reason to, especially since he's not even in his own skin—especially since he's in skin that Yoongi loves and has memorized a thousand times over. 

"Get over here, baby," Yoongi says, and Hoseok does as he's told. It's awkward to crawl up his chest and kneel around his head, but Hoseok gets where Yoongi needs to be, and Yoongi wraps his arms around Jeongguk's thighs to guide Hoseok right to where he wants him. 

Yoongi wastes no time going back to work on Jeongguk's pussy, and Hoseok falls forward into the headboard, doing his best to angle Jeongguk's hips to not suffocate Yoongi. Yoongi seems unbothered—like he's done this many times before—and Hoseok closes Jeongguk's eyes and gets lost in the shimmering, all-encompassing pleasure once more. 

A gasp followed by a deep, raspy whimper comes from Yoongi, and Hoseok looks back as best as he can to see Jeongguk sucking Yoongi's cock. He wishes he could get a better look at his own lips around Yoongi, taking Yoongi's shaft into his own throat. Yoongi's tongue pulls Hoseok back into Jeongguk's body, and this time he licks and sucks fast and hard like he wants Hoseok to crumble and come as soon as possible. Hoseok wonders if he can handle coming again or if it might be enough to stop Jeongguk's heart. 

Yoongi pulls his mouth away and says, "Grind your hips down on me."

"Huh?" Hoseok asks, feeling suddenly very dizzy. 

"Rub your pussy on my tongue and make yourself come."

Hoseok gives Jeongguk's hips a tentative swish against Yoongi's tongue, and although it's not the right spot, it feels good. He leans into the headboard and tries again, angling Jeongguk's hips down a little, and when Jeongguk's clit rubs on Yoongi's tongue, Hoseok trembles and whines. 

"Oh," Hoseok says, realizing he can do this. "Okay."

It's awkward at first to swirl Jeongguk's hips and chase his own high, but once Hoseok finds a rhythm, he gets lost in it—completely swept away. Yoongi moans and whines while he keeps his mouth open for Hoseok, only occasionally sucking on Jeongguk's clit when he finds it in Hoseok's rhythm to do so. It's not as fast as a build as it was before, but it's exhilarating. Hoseok envies Jeongguk for getting to ride Yoongi's face often. Then, Hoseok feels silly about being envious and tries not to think about it right now—tries not to think about anything right now, which is impossible because all his mind can do is feel overstimulated and race.

Hoseok feels overwhelmed. So, so fucking overwhelmed. He leans into the headboard more and struggles to move Jeongguk's hips. Yoongi pulls him close and goes back to work on Jeongguk's clit, and Hoseok whines and shakes. There's an external shakiness that spreads throughout, but there's also an internal shakiness, like all the blood in Jeongguk's body is being pulled by magnets. Like he's full of glitter, and it's all shimmering under intense bright light. 

"I don't know if I can come again," Hoseok whines. "I'm too—I'm so—intense. It's too intense."

"Wanna lay down, baby?" Jeongguk asks. 

Hoseok nods and sits back, and Jeongguk and Yoongi somehow manage to get Hoseok onto the bed but not without creating a big, weird tangle of bodies. Once they shimmy around, Yoongi and Jeongguk lay Hoseok down and litter kisses all over his—Jeongguk's—face and neck and chest, and Hoseok giggles and pants. He's so sweaty; maybe he's even melting. Maybe he'll evaporate and disappear into the bed completely. 

"I can't stay hard anyway," Yoongi mutters against Jeongguk's clavicle. "I don't know why I thought sex while coming up was wise. I was just excited to make you come."

Hoseok feels sad for Yoongi. "We'll make you come, I promise," he whines, and Yoongi chuckles. 

"Baby, it's okay," Yoongi assures.

"I might need to go outside," Hoseok says, sitting up and shedding Jeongguk and Yoongi from him. Hot. He feels so hot. 

"We can shower," Yoongi suggests. 

A shower sounds good. So they shower. It's cramped and awkward, but they touch and hold and kiss, and Jeongguk and Yoongi focus most of their attention on Hoseok. When the water feels too cold, and his high starts to feel more evened out and less internally chaotic, they return to their wine and share a full bottle while swaying and dancing around the room to music Yoongi plays from a laptop. 

Hoseok sometimes thinks about Namjoon, and he hopes that Namjoon is feeling relaxed and getting the clarity he needs. Hoseok knows that no matter what Namjoon chooses, he will accept. Even if it breaks him. Even if it shatters him into a million pieces, and he loses some of them and is never able to fully heal. He knows he'll have to let Namjoon do what he needs to because he's the one who fucked up. 

Hoseok tries to tear his thoughts away from Namjoon, but it's hard to. When they're in a pile on the bed, hands stroking hair and breaths gasping a whimpering, it's hard not to think about Namjoon. 

When they fuck again, over and over again, tangling their three bodies in ways that makes Hoseok dizzy and sore, he thinks about Namjoon. When they collapse into a sweating, writhing, sticky mess of intertwined limbs and exhaustion, he thinks about Namjoon. He thinks about how fucked everything is and how much he wishes he could just make it alright. But he knows he wouldn't go back and change a thing because he's so, so deeply infatuated with Yoongi that he can't imagine his life now without him. He can't imagine never jumping into Jeongguk's body again. 

It's 4 am when Namjoon calls. Hoseok rolls out of bed in a sleepy search for his phone on the bedside table, but as he reaches for it with Jeongguk's tattooed hand, he realizes that he shouldn't answer it. How would he explain being jumped at this hour. Instead, he stares at Namjoon's photo on his phone, at his name in bright white letters across the top. Yoongi grumbles, and Hoseok realizes he never silenced the ringer and whispers, "Sorry."

Silence and darkness fill the room once more, and Hoseok sits on the floor holding his phone in Jeongguk's hands. He feels deflated, like a balloon filled to the brink of explosion, then let go to fly around the room as all the air pushes itself out, leaving him a vacant, hollow shell of unwanted, shimmering latex. Hoseok's screen brightens once more with a message, and when he reads it, his heart drops. The vines around his ribs clench so tightly that cracks begin to form. 

Namjoon: I know it's 4, but I can't sleep. I told myself that if you picked up, we could talk it over, and I could begin to heal. But maybe it's for the best that we have some space. I'm going to stay with family for a while in Ilsan. I don't know when I'll be back. I'll call when I'm ready. Love you, Seok. Safe travels. 

💛😰

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[dearings]

Hey! So uhm I follow you on Twitter but idk you're kinda intimidating ??? not in a bad way I swear, it's just because I like what you write and all your ideas but I'm just hella shy and scared lmao so anyway about that Yoongi selfcest: what if Yoongi is like a mad genius and he wants to physically separate/divide his Good Self from his Bad Self (after idk a Long Philosophical Talk with Namjoon about Good and Evil) and he manages to do so only to fall in love with his "bad" (or "good") side? -☆

lksdjf i’m sorry i’m intimidating :c i promise i’m really easily excitable and a little awkward and not cool at all lmao

but yes i love this!! this is kind of rambly but i was just talking with kay the other day about how bangtan fandom doesn’t really have that fun, cracky element to it that a lot of fandoms have? things like body swap, random plants that have conveniently self-lubricating tentacles, cloning stuff like this, etc. i’ve seen people get flack for something as small as making jimin a model when he’s too short to realistically be one—i feel like a lot of fun is lost for the sake of “realism” in bangtan ficdom.

anyway yeah that’s my random spiel you didn’t ask for about aus like this and my really long way of saying i love this idea

also that would be an interesting way to maybe explore dom/sub stuff? like if the “evil”, more aggressive yoongi was actually more submissive? and then yoongi has to grapple with maybe some sadistic tendencies in his “good” side?

i’m totally taking this places that aren’t really all that related to the original prompt sorry >.

idk if this is what you had in mind? but pls feel free to come talk to me more about it if you want!! and if you don’t mind the fact that i took way too long to answer this, sorry orz things have been a little hectic as of late

#ask #anonymous #star anon #can i call you star anon #is that okay

[sugakookie]

owo i like spiderman au so much why you did this to me(im not complaining thank you). for ship thing, if you had to chose between selfcests would it be yoongi/yoongi or jungkook/jungkook? (sorry if this is too weird)

ahhh thanks i loved the idea of a spiderman au so much i had to do it ^-^

also this is something i’ve never even heard of let alone thought of omg so i’m not rlly sure....yoongi/yoongi guess?? 

SEND ME TWO SHIPS AND I’LL TELL YOU WHICH ONE I PREFER.

#like #shipipng them with themselves? #how does that work #i'm a bit confused alksdflkajsdfk #Anonymous #ask

[zoroland]

by RexxieRoulette

With a deadly arc, he swings his blade and beheads his father in one clean swing. Blood spatters across the tapestry behind him, flowing out of his lifeless body as it tumbles down the steps, staining the wood. Yoongi cackles as he stands, tall and proud, watching as the guards come in and dispose of the body quickly.

He is the King.

Words: 10922, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of TaeGi Bingo 2020

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, AgustD - Character, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga, Min Yoongi | Suga/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Selfcest, YoongixAgustD, Threesome - M/M/M, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood and Gore, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Spitroasting, Marking, Biting, Spanking, Multiple Orgasms, Alternate Universe - Historical, Inspired by D-2, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Rough Oral Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Come as Lube, Graphic Description, No Happy Endng, Degradation, Excessive use of the word 'cock'

#taegi vsuga

[ao3feed-jinkook]

Daechwita: Return of the King

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3c9dN0d

by Original_kitsune

Four years after an assassination attempt, Prince Min Yoongi returns to the Kingdom Daegu to form a rebellion and defeat the doppelganger who had taken his place and ruled as a tyrant.

But everything changes when he discovers that the king might not be a doppelganger after all...

Words: 2872, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Min Yoongi Love Fest

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, king min yoongi - Character, Rebel Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon Jungkook, Min Yoonji

Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga / Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga/Everyone

Additional Tags: Song: Daechwita (Agust D), Inspired by Daechwita (Music Video), Selfcest, Alternate Universe - Historical, Kings & Queens, Rebellion, Everyone Loves Min Yoongi | Suga, Even Min Yoongi loves Min yoongi, sfw, Explicit Language, Its King Yoongi x Rebel Yoongi yall, Doppelganger, Witchcraft, Blood and Violence, Fisherman Jin, Local Jungkook, Knight Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Tactician Namjoon, Captain Kim Taehyung, Assassin Park Jimin (BTS), Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Attraction, Sorry Not Sorry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3c9dN0d

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jinkook #bts

[ao3feed-namgi]

by Cinnnamonie

It was all Namjoon’s fault, his and his stupid fan fiction fetish porn.

~

Written for Yoongi day of the bangtancest fest on Twitter!

Words: 4585, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Selfcest, Human Min Yoongi | Suga, Cat Hybrid Min Yoongi | Suga, Dom/sub, Canon Compliant, Characters Reading Fanfiction, slick, Namgi shows up very briefly, Choking, Tears, Rough Sex, Humor, Domestic Fluff, kinda dub con at first but they figure it out

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #namgi #bts fic #sugamon