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160223 — 30younghak instagram update with taemin (b cut)

#s;taemin #fucfksdfsd u

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#s;key #my baby

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jonghyvn90

My muse knows how to…

#j;facts

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My terrible attempt at a JongTae edit.

#c;jongtae #i mean--

jacksonandtaemin-deactivated201

PRESS YOUR NUMBER

#s;taemin #asshole

fyjjong

blue night radio (viewable radio) ♡ 160223 (via encantado)

#j;visual

[ I will be on an indefinite hiatus due to personal reasons. I’m sorry ]

#j;post

@taemiisms

Jonghyun growled when Taemin’s teeth clamped down on his fingers, but he didn’t pull away his hand. He never did. He always let Taemin do whatever he wanted to him, within reason. Not because he was afraid of that the other would do to him-- they were both deadly in their own ways-- but because he liked it. No, he loved it. He was usually the one always in control and dominating their killings, but behind the scenes, when prying eyes weren’t able to catch them, Taemin was the one dominating.

He shook his head, he hadn’t. Okay, so maybe he adjusted himself in his pants a few times, mostly because the pressure against his fly was more or less painful than anything, but he hadn’t touched himself sexually. He always left that for Taemin, because he knew the other appreciated it, especially if he waited long hours to be taunted like this. “It was difficult, but I know you like it more when you’re the one touching me,” he said, his voice hushed but rough around the edges.

When the door was opened, his fingers reached forward and wrapped themselves in a tight grip around the collar of Taemin’s shirt. Using all his weight, he shoved the slender man into the apartment they shared. The button on his jeans popped open easily thanks to Taemin’s skilled fingers, and he sighed when a slight bit of the pressure was released.

#taemiisms #murder for the beloved #tw: dark themes

@taemiisms

He arched into the feel of the surgical scissors running down his spine, whipping his head to stare at Taemin with his dark eyes, staring deep into his soul. It wasn’t unusual for the two to play around with each other during such times, and it certainly wasn’t unusual for Jonghyun to fold under Taemin’s touches. As much as he tried to build a wall around himself, the other knew his buttons and limitations to get a foothold into that small crack, and he used it every single time. There was a hiss as he took in a breath, the scissors piercing his skin enough that a red spot of blood bloomed on the fabric, following the woven threads.

Jonghyun listened as Taemin spoke, growing rather agitated. He started to grind his teeth, his breath picking up, causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly as he stared at the limp, defenceless woman staring at them with wide, watery eyes. He barred his teeth at her, Taemin’s words causing anger to boil in the pit of his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to tear into her, to rip her skin like one would fillet fish. He shivered, trying to hide his ear into his shoulder when the other flicked their tongue against it, causing goosebumps to ripple over his flesh.

“Stop,” he rasped, although the venom was in the words and not in his body language. He gently nudged Taemin aside and quickly rid himself of the shirt, tossing it aside. He stepped into the darkness again, only to return in a head to toe set of scrubs, a gas mask on his face, his hair hidden behind a skull cap and goggles covering his eyes. “Shall we go for autopsy style?” He flashed his scalpel, the moonlight catching it. He didn’t give Taemin much time to think before he was bending over the body, pressing the scalpel against the flesh.

“Mm, cherry red,” he hummed, voice muffled from the gas mask. He made the familiar Y cut that everyone knew from autopsies, going over it a few times, before reaching down with gloved hands to pull apart the skin. He was careful, precise. His bloodied, gloved hand reaching out towards Taemin. “I need the bone saw.”

#taemiisms #murder of the beloved #tw: dark themes

faeriest

#murder for the beloved #ties in with what I said about the rough and tough exterior being like a wall #And that only Tae sees the reality

brittsmemes

NFSW ANON HOUR

send my muse nsfw related questions and they HAVE to answer them

#r;social

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#j;visual #murder for the beloved

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( @jonghyvn90 )

He smiled wide, proud that he could please his lover in such a way, that both rows of his teeth showed. “I’m glad you enjoy it, it’s fresh, too.” He leaned in to smell it, humming softly. The metallic scent of the blood made him lick his lips. “Of course I should have, I promised you a heart of some sort. Hopefully the blood will do until I can get you an actual still beating heart thumping in my hand~”

“She was, but not as beautiful as you, of course,” he said, jumping slightly when Taemin suddenly grabbed onto his jaw and squeezed, his eyes darkening. He nodded, unable to form any words except a sound of agreement.

Taemin parted his lips, brushing them along Jonghyun’s own as he purred. ＂ Lick them clean then, ＂ the words slithered forward as he dragged blood stained lips against his lover’s own. The fingers around the elder’s jaw loosened, nails dragging down pale flesh as he smirked.

＂ Tell me what she smelled like, did she have that pretty perfume I like ? What flavor lip gloss was she using ? ＂He asked, index finger ghosting down Jonghyun’s throat. ＂ When you watched the light leave her eyes, when they started to dim how much, ＂ he paused, fingers continuing to descend further down until they teased along his zipper. ＂ – Did you want me ? ＂

jonghyvn90

He easily compiled to Taemin’s demand, leaning in forward, grasping his own wrist to keep his hand steady as his tongue laved sensually between each finger, leaving not a single inch of them unclean. He sighed softly when Taemin’s claw like grip loosened on his jaw, but he continued to finish up cleaning his own fingers.

When he was finished to his own satisfaction, he wiggled his digits, eyes locked with Taemin in an unbreakable gaze. “She didn’t, she wore something cheap that stung my nose,” he made a face in recollection, “But she wore a nice bubble gum pink lip gloss that made her lips look like those bright pink lollipops. Which was why I chose her. The lips looked edible.” He tilted his head back as Taemin’s finger ran over his throat. A shaky breath escaped when the others hand began to tease along his zipper, causing just enough pressure to make goosebumps ripple over his skin.

“I always want you, baby,” he purred, voice steady still, “It was difficult, but I managed to keep my hands to myself. I’ve been overly stimulated for hours, but the high is worth it.”

#taemiisms #murder for the beloved #trigger warning

jonghyvn90

/climbs into your bed butt naked and flops over on top of you/ hi~

Well hello there, gorgeous. [ he reaches over and slaps your bare ass playfully ]

theconsortiumrp-archive

/key yelped in surprise as he was spanked, giggling happily and smiling down at Jonghyun/ hi baby~

jonghyvn90

[smirks, rubbing his hands over the red mark blossoming on his fiance’s ass ] looking good, handsome. what brings you to my domain? [ he gestures to the bed jokingly ]

#kibum-dtf