So I have several announcements I'd like to make. i have been working on making my blog more aesthetic, but this post is just way too long to worry about that LOL so pls forgive me ^-^
In this post, I will be discussing the future of softyoongiionly as well as introducing you to my brand new blog and providing much needed updates for my writing. Please feel free to send me an ask if anything is confusing.
Everything will be below the cut, love you <3333
Regarding softyoongiionly
I have enjoyed 7 years (on & off) writing for BTS and interacting with so many of you. It has truly been an honor.
However, I am no longer interesting in writing for BTS anymore, and although I still support their music, I am not active in the fandom.
i am eternally grateful for all your support over the years, it has truly allowed me to indulge in this passion of mine in ways I didn't think possible.
This blog will remain alive and well, but I have no plans to be active on here aside from checking in every so often
Regarding Unfinished Works
My masterlist has been updated. All fics currently on there are complete, with the exception of Fear & Dumplings.
Two fics have been removed from my masterlist: Tea and Tourniquets & Sour Skittles as I have decided I may want to rework those plots for future stories. They can no longer be accessed.
I will be posting an 'update' regarding the Fear & Dumplings universe in the coming days ^-^
Regarding My New Blog/Ao3
If you're still interested in following my work, I have relocated to @twilightt-siren <333 under the pseudonym of Siren.
You can still refer to me as Aqua though hehe
i will be posting all new work over there and interacting with anyone who wants to join me ^-^
My new fandoms are: Demon Slayer, Elden Ring, Attack on Titan, Death Note, and many more!
I am actively working on a piece for Demon Slayer (Obanai x Reader) and Elden Ring (Messmer x Reader)
I will be posting on Ao3 as well under the name twilight_siren
I would love for you to join me there, but I understand if you're ok with sticking around here!
I love you all so much, I am so excited for this new journey!
The cigarette smoke hangs heavily in the air of the motel room. You’d thought to crack open a window after it was obvious Enjin was chain smoking, but somehow the scent began to comfort you. You never much cared for the scent prior to joining the cleaners, but when you began to associate it with him, your tune changed. The stale earthiness of it, the hint of lethality, the undeniable truth that it was, at least in your opinion, an alluring vice to have, it was enough for you to forgo your sensibility.
“Why the fuck aren’t they answering?” You hear him mutter, his black fingernail tapping on the outside of his choker, “Zanka told me he’d call when they got in from training, and if I can’t rely on him then-”
You’d heard quite enough.
“Enjin-” You breathe, turning from the window to face him. “The training grounds are at Cleaner HQ…”
You love the kids, you REALLY do, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ecstatic when Corvus ordered that you and Enjin go on a mission together.
Arkha was a meddlesome man, although he does an exceptional job at hiding it, and he had long been observing the dynamic between the two of you. Or at least, he recognized the annoying game you were playing.
Enjin was not easily tied down, and you carried too much pride to try and wrangle him. But the chemistry was obvious, even if the two of you were too stubborn to do anything about it. You’d foolishly believed that this would be the perfect opportunity to address the tension, but he’d spent the entire evening pouring over all the worst case scenarios unfolding back at HQ, most of them involving the kids he’d taken (forced) under his wing.
“I know, I know. Just wanna make sure they made it back inside okay; Zanka and Rudo might kill each other if I’m not there to stop them.” He plops into the large arm chair at the front of the motel room, his massive silhouette taking up the entire thing. “God these kids, man. They’ve turned me soft.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he pops the cigarette back to his mouth.
A light bout of laughter leaves your lips, but you’re not fully paying attention. Instead, your eyes zero in on the way his legs spread on the seat of the chair, the way his movements cause the sleeves of his uniform to ride up, allowing you access to the intricate tattoos on his forearms.
You’re truly trying your best to ignore the heat that pools between your legs; an endeavor which is much easier said than done, especially now that you’re being forced to confront it without distractions.
“Riyo wouldn’t let that happen.” You assure him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, allowing your toes to nearly touch the black leather of his boots. He’d yet to shed any part of his uniform when the two of you had arrived at your shared accommodations, claiming it was ‘just in case’ he had to spring into action, but you knew it was because he had forgotten to pack an extra change of clothes.
“Are you kidding?” He rolls his eyes, blowing out the hit he’d taken, “She’s probably the one stirring the pot.”
You giggle, leaning back and allowing your palms to lay flat against the mattress, propping you up, “Not if I told her I’d pay her 200 galla to keep them in line.”
“Of course you did.” He snorts, but a grin begins forming on his lips. “I gotta admit, they do behave a bit better since you came around, even though I don’t love the fact that you’re bribing them half the time.”
Your toes dig into the carpet, your mind wandering to just how easy it would be to rest them atop Enjin’s boots, “They’re teenagers. Bribing is the only language they understand.”
At that, he chuckles, black fingernails snuffing out the light from his current cigarette, but you can tell by the way they immediately begin tapping on the side table that they are already itching for another.
He’s stressed.
“Enjin.” You say, tilting your head. “I know it’s scary leaving them alone, but I promise you they’re in good hands; they’re literally in the safest place they can be. ”
He sighs, fully flopping into the back of the chair, his fingers carding through the blonde spikes atop his head, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Usually I use solo missions as opportunities to go out, get drunk, maybe meet someone-” He laughs, and you cringe as a pang of jealousy washes over you, “-but things have changed since Rudo came around; so many people are after that kid, it just worries me leaving him alone like that.”
Your heart clenches in your chest and a small smile blooms on your lips, and you finally tap your toe on the top of his boot, “Hey-” You call and his yellow eyes meet yours, “-I hear you, but Rudo is far from being alone. Because of you, he’s alive and surrounded by people you have an interest in keeping him that way.” You let your barefoot linger on the leather as you continue. “Besides, Rudo would be pissed if he knew you were spending your one night away from him, stressing out like this.”
His fingers have found his pack of cigarettes once again, but they don’t open it just yet. Enjin lets out a breath he seemed to be holding as he shakes his head again, “I appreciate you saying all that. I swear I never used to worry like this, maybe it’s a sign I’m getting old.” He jokes, his body tight with tension. “Smoking usually does the trick, but I’ve smoked like 6 in a row.” He rubs his throat, “Shit’s starting to burn.”
There is a moment that settles between the two of you, making way for the quickening heartbeat in your chest.
Why were you suddenly nervous.
“Yeah I don’t think chainsmoking is doing the trick.” You joke, your voice wavering slightly, “Are there other ways you usually de-stress? I think this motel has a bar downstairs.”
The hand that was on Enjin’s throat, slides to the back of his neck as he rubs the skin there, his eyes lighting up with someone you can’t fully pinpoint, “I mean yeah there is, but I can’t exactly do that with you around…”
If your mouth wasn’t dry enough already, Enjin’s words remove all the moisture, your toes stilling on top of his boots. And it’s almost as if he realizes what he’s just said, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.
There was none.
“Shit, sorry that was kinda-”
“If you wanna jerk off in the bathroom, Enjin, I’m not going to judge you.” You reply casually, pushing off your palms to fully sit up on the bed. Your legs swing ever so gently and you resist the urge to giggle as he coughs aggressively into his hand.
The chainsmoking had caught up to him, sure, but the boldness of your statement is the true culprit behind his current fit, his eyes widening as he pounds a fist against his chest.
“What the fuck?” He laughs, wiping a tear from his eye, “What’s come over you?”
Licking your lips, you shrug as you allow your eyes to travel down the length of his torso, settling on the crotch of his pants, tilting your head, “Is that not what you meant?”
Enjin tries his best to keep it cool, ignoring the way his boxers begin to tighten, his posture straightening as he chuckles, finally reaching for yet another cigarette.
“It is. But I’m not going to go jerk off with you in the next room, that’d be weird.” He scoffs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, placing the cigarette between his lips.
And you just sigh, pretending to be perplexed for a moment before saying, “You’re right, it would be weird.” You agree, still eyeing the seam of his utility pants, “Especially when I’m perfectly capable of making you cum…”
Enjin’s eyes widen, and almost unwillingly he drops the lit cigarette in the ash try, his whole body freezing as he gawks at you, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He’s breathless, his tone bordering on insulted, but the way he leans forward in his chair tells you an entirely different story.
You smooth your hands over your bare thighs, pursing your lips as your eyes finally move from between his legs. A smirk crawls across your lips as you look at him, his adams apple bobbing beneath the skin of his throat.
It wasn’t like Enjin to look nervous, but god you could get used to seeing him this way.
“I mean…we’re friends aren’t we?” You venture, delighting in how quickly he nods in response, “Friends help each other out in times of need.”
Enjin’s frame leans just a bit closer, very distracted by the sight of your lips, his previous affronted expression now hallowing out, making way for something else entirely.
“And what exactly-” His adam’s apple bobs again as he swallows, slower this time. “-do you think I need?”
With his eyes on your lips, you draw your tongue from
your mouth to wet them, alluding to your response. Instead of a verbal answer, you allow yourself to sink to your knees, your body directly facing Enjin who instinctually parts his legs, his cock throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants at the sight of you.
He almost wants to pinch himself, certain he’s having one of his many wet dreams, but the vision of you making your way over to him is far better than anything his imagination could have conjured up.
You’ve settled between his open legs, your hands gently landing upon his knees, and although you can read body language well enough, you still long to hear confirmation that he wants whatever it is you’re about to give him.
“I just think you need to feel good.” You peer up at him through your lashes, your stomach tightening as he looks down at you, his expression a mix of and shock desire. “Can I please make you feel good, Enjin?”
His hand is acting on its own as he reaches down to cup your face, and instantly you taste the cigarette smoke on his thumb as he brushes it over your bottom lip, “With your mouth? Are you sure?”
The sound of his voice, hoarse and nearly broken from the weight of his arousal, does irreparable damage to your resolve, and without thinking you suck his thumb into your mouth. The salt and nicotine flavor of his skin causes you to press your thighs together, the anticipation of tasting the rest of him becoming overwhelming.
Enjin’s lips part, his eyes glued to the motions of your mouth, his stomach dropping from the feeling of you sucking on him.
You make a show of taking his entire thumb between your lips, stopping when you reach the base of it before slowly sucking back up, your eyes never leaving his. Your lips rub up and down on the tip of it as you nod, finally answering his question.
“Please?” You whisper.
Like a man possessed, Enjin’s shaky fingers are flying to the zipper with great urgency, he lifts his ass off the chair and shoves them down until they are resting just above his knees . His movements reveal a prominent bulge beneath his white underwear which has swollen beyond what you could imagine is comfortable.
He was already hard, and you hadn’t even touched him yet.
You bite your lip, drinking in sight of his muscular thighs and imagine what they would feel like on the backs of yours if he were ever bold enough to fuck you like you so desperately wanted.
But you couldn’t get ahead of yourself just yet.
Your friend needs you.
Hooking your fingers beneath the bottoms of his cleaner uniform, you drag them the rest of the way down his long legs, allowing them to pool just on top of his combat boots. You notice then that he’s still leaned forward on the chair, his back likely straining from the tension and gesture for him to lay back, smiling gently.
“Just relax.” You whisper, and instantly he slouches to rest against the back of the chair, but his eyes remain fixed upon your mouth.
You shuffle closer so that your knees are flush with the pile of his pants, finally allowing your fingers to touch him. Goosebumps bloom after every movement of your fingertips as slowly drag them from the swell of his calves, over his kneecaps, and down the soft flesh of his thighs. You hear him inhale as your fingers rest at the bottom of his underwear, delighting in the shiver that rushes up his spine when you tuck them just underneath. His skin is warm, faint hints of musk and cologne wafting off the surface, and that paired with the scent of cigarettes was enough to make you want to devour him.
But you weren’t going to rush through this, not when you’d be wanting for so long.
With something that resembles curiosity, you lean in towards the bulge in his underwear and the tip of your nose finds where you believe the base of his cock to be, before you slowly drag it up the length of him. The heady scent of his arousal is more prominent now as you begin sponging your lips up the path of his erection, your tongue darting out to taste the wet spot that had formed on his boxers. At the feeling of your lips, Enjin hisses above you, his thighs tensing beneath your palms.
“You’re driving me crazy, girl.” He breathes out a shaky laugh, his hand coming down to tuck into your hair, “Is that what you’re trying to do?”
You grin, placing more lust-drunk kisses on his cock, “Maybe a little bit.”
Turning slightly, you place a kiss to his wrist before finally tucking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Without hesitation, Enjin is assisting you, lifting himself up as a strained sigh leaves his lips. His cock springs free, lengthy and swollen, the tip of it curved ever so slightly and flushed with the pulsing blood beneath it.
“Never been this hard in my life” He mutters, more to himself than anything, his eyes suddenly zeroing in on the proximity between your lips and his cock.
The sight of him truly destroys you, and if your panties weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now.
“You’re so big.” You whisper, your eyes darting up to his face, watching the way his jaw clenches at your compliment. For the moment, a lopsided grin appears on his face as he stares down at you,
“You gonna suck it for me?” He rasps, his hips lifting ever so slightly, desperate to end your teasing.
Wetting your lips again, you finally close the distance between your mouth and him, your hand accompanying you finding its place at the base of his cock. Using the leverage, you angle him slightly towards you before sliding the swollen tip past your wet lips. At the contact, you hear Enjin’s breath catch in his throat, the sound quickly morphing into a groan, his fingers tightening in your hair.
“Fuck.” He breathes, his stomach caving in at the pleasure, his head falling back against the chair as you begin a slow but devastating rhythm on his cock.
Your mouth and hand work in tandem, cautiously but deliberately exploring the sensitive skin, taking note of the movements that elicit the most noise from Enjin’s lips. Taking him in your mouth is no easy feat, as the length of him far exceeds the capacity of your mouth, but it doesn’t stop you from trying.
You lick along his length, taking in the tang of his skin, and you allow your eyes to fix upon him again, not wanting to miss a single reaction. He’s looking back at you now, eyes hooded and hazy with pleasure, his lips parted to make way for his uneasy breathing; he was truly a sight to behold.
As you trace the tip of your tongue along the curves of his frenulum, you stroke firm motions up the length of his cock, and the combination causes Enjin’s hips to buck up from the chair.
“Oh my fucking god.” He groans, his head falling back again, “What are you doing to me right now?”
His reaction only spurs you on further, wanting him to descend into complete madness.
You hum around his length, focusing your lips on the sensitive tip as your encircled fist comes to join them. Stroking and sucking at the same time, you bob your head with such vigor that your own saliva begins pooling at the base of Enjin’s cock.
He feels his toes curl into the confines of his combat boots, and suddenly he’s feeling way too hot in all of his clothes.
“Don’t stop, fuck, please don’t fucking stop ok? Just needtotakethisoff-“ He rushes out, not wanting to disturb the pleasure you’re giving him as he hastily leans forward to shuck off his coat, allowing it to fold over the chair. He wipes a hand over his face, trying to center himself just as he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Enjin’s eyes widened before rolling back into his head, his hands now going slack at his sides. “Oh shit.”
You’re giving him all you’ve got, breathing through your nose as you do your best to swallow around him, your hands coming out to brace against his thighs. Enjin’s hips move on their own accord, flexing up towards your lips in an attempt to keep him encased in them. He gathers whatever amount of hair he can, using it to carefully guide the pace, his heart rate hammering against his sternum as he starts babbling whatever obscene thought comes into his head.
“I’ve thought about this for so long, you have no idea.”
“Who taught you how to suck dick like this huh?”
“Do you suck everybody’s dick this good or am I special?”
“You’re so fucking pretty you know that? So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth…”
And all you can do is whine for him, your mouth otherwise occupied, and you were sure you could feel your cunt leaking onto the fabric of your shorts, the neglect between your legs nearly too much to bear. You slowly ease him out of your throat, panting through your nose as your hand quickly replaces your mouth for just a moment. Enjin’s thumb finds your lips immediately, his hand clammy as it cups around your spit-covered chin, and you can’t help but suck on it all over again, not wanting to be without the taste of him.
“I’ve thought about this too.” You breathe, words obscured by the presence of his thumb, and you elicit yet another groan from him as your hand squeezes the shaft of his cock.
You don't want to neglect him for a single moment.
“Yeah?” He sighs, choking out another moan as you begin stroking him, his hips jolting at the sensation, “You think about me?” His brows are drawn together, his yellow eyes piercing into yours.
And you can tell by the way he asks the question that it has a dual meaning. You stroke a little faster, relishing in the sight of his eyes lulling and then rolling back into his head.
“I think about you all the time.” You whisper finally, licking a stripe up his length before sucking him back into your mouth. With ease, you resume your earlier motions, stroking and sucking, humming against his cock in an effort to keep his eyes rolled back.
He deserves it, you think, he deserves to have his dick sucked this good whenever he wants.
Enjin’s nails dig into the arms of the chair, the force nearly piercing the fabric there as his ass threatens to lift off of the cushion. The pleasure is so intense, he feels like he’s going to scream; it almost terrifies him. He feels the familiar sensation of his orgasm brewing in the pit of his stomach, now with an intensity he’s never known before; he feels like he’s going to lose his mind.
“You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.” And he’s practically whining his warning, his breath picking up to the point of panting. His wild eyes find your own, searching for any sign of hesitation, and instead you hum around his length, mouth too stuffed full of him to tell him to cum.
“In your mouth?” He’s just making sure, his voice completely broken from the sensations currently wrecking his body.
Humming in confirmation, you speed up your motions to the exact speed you’ve learned he loves. A ragged gasp leaves his lips and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth before the first stream of his release hits your tongue.
“Oh my god, ohmygod- oh my fucking-” He chokes out, his eyes squeezing shut as the intensity of his orgasm wrecks his body.
His entire body jolts with the force of it, his load big enough to quickly fill the expanse of your mouth. But with every unsteady spurt of his cum comes the eager motions of your lips, not wanting to waste a single drop, and it does not go unnoticed. Enjin bites the backs of his knuckles, his torso lurching forward as his free hand comes out to grip the side of your cheek.
“Oh fuck- you’re swallowing it aren’t you?” He rasps, his hand tightening on the side of your face, the tonic of oversensitivity beginning to settle in, “Every single drop, such a good girl.”
His praise prompts you to whine around his dick and you almost protest as he slowly guides you off of him, unable to handle your mouth any longer. He notices you pouting, even in such a breathless and fucked out state, and he chuckles swiping his thumb over your lips.
“You gotta give me a second, pretty girl.” He slumps against the chair, face devoid of all previous unease, arms completely limp his sides, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “Your mouth- holy fuck, I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
You grin, placing a chaste kiss on the side of his hip before slowly pushing yourself off your knees, which burn from the indents caused by the carpet. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
You make a motion to step away from him, but Enjin’s hands are already on your hips, yanking you back so that you’re straddling his thighs. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden proximity but it’s interrupted by the sensation of Enjin’s lips. His lips move deliberately, almost as if he were trying to taste himself on your tongue, his massive hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, settling on your ass. He hums into the kiss, pulling back slightly to peck at your lips,
“Get your ass back here.”
And the normal timbre in his voice is now ragged from your previous endeavor, the mere sound of it going straight between your thighs.
You giggle, his words coming out between several pecks of your lips, your hands settling on his tattooed shoulders. “I’d say my work is done, wouldn’t you?”
Enjin pulls back a bit, a smirk on his lips, golden eyes flashing with something utterly wicked, his grip on your thighs tightening, “You think I’m done with you after you made me cum like that?” He shakes his head, “What kind of man do you take me for?”
He places kisses along your jaw, goosebumps appearing on your skin as he tucks his lips into your neck, and you allow your fingers to card through the soft blonde of hair.
“I was just being a good friend, I don’t expect anything in return.” You insist, but the way he’s kissing your neck is causing your eyes to flutter shut, your head growing slack as you lean against him.
As innocent as your comment was, it has Enjin pulling back from your neck to gawk at you,
“Friend?” He questions, his brows raising.
Before you’re able to answer, a dark chuckle leaves his lips, and his hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.
“We’ll see if you’re still calling me your friend after what I’m about to do to you.”
Thinking about opening up my requests for gachiakuta and possibly demon slayer headcanons, but this blog is so new so if you see this let me know if you’d be interested!
Hello tumblr! I hope you’re all having an amazing day!
It goes without saying that my presence on this blog has dwindled dramatically over the past year or so, and truthfully I had no idea how to go about addressing my absence or my future plans for this blog.
However, it has been over a year since I last posted something and it has been just as long since I have had any true inspiration to continue writing fanfic. My life has changed so much in the past year and I am now looking ahead into my future with cautious optimism and a sense of self that I have never had before. But with this growth and change, I have sadly come to the conclusion that I am no longer going to making content in this space. I have loved every bit of my time on this app and I feel lucky to have been with you for the past four years.
I cannot adequately express my gratitude and sheer adoration for all of you. But I hope you know that from the bottom of my heart, I will deeply miss being here with you all.
As for my writings: this blog will remain active and my writing will be there for you as long as you would like! I have no plans to take it down ♥︎
I could honestly go on forever and ever about my love and gratitude for both the people I’ve met and the gift of being able to write for you all, but I know that words are simply not enough.
My motto on this blog has always been “happy endings only” and my one last wish is that all of you are in the process of finding your own happy ending.
Your Jungkook stories are so insanely good … you have a true knack for writing smut that’s actually so sweet and hot and doing real things to my body and mind. Like, I can picture it all, it all feels so true to him, it’s all so ACHINGLY sexy but soft. Thank you so much for sharing your stories. Looking forward to re-reading every one you’ve written and hopefully reading more in the future <3
oh my goodness :(
Thank you so much, this is such a wonderful message! I am overjoyed that you feel this way about my work, and I can't thank you enough for reading <3
