#taejoon memes

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Little things ! [ For everyone ! ]

Nocturne:

"Ah!  Mister!  Mister!"  Nocturne, turning quickly on her heel and running as fast as her little legs will take her.  "Hello!  Umm…!"  Slipping her arms around his legs, she grins up at him—with no fear to be acting so friendly with a stranger.  "You’re very pretty!"

Presto:

"Why are you pretending to be a boy?"  The little boy mumbles, hidden away behind layers of dirt and cheap clothing.  Hands dug deep in his pockets, where he fondles the torn out spine of a dead rat, Presto blinks rather blankly at the stranger.  "People are strange."

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Claimed ~

7:  Shower Sex

Making love is something that Molly will never find herself quite getting used to.  No matter how many times they seek to prove their love for each other, it doesn’t mean a thing less than it did the very first time they explored each other’s bodies.  Molly is weak under Taejoon’s more experienced fingers, and mouth, and this can prove to be a problem should he choose to tease her a little in public.

It’s for this reason, that simply showering together had gone so easily from an innocent activity, to a sensual gesture.  Taejoon’s fingers strayed just a little farther than appropriate while washing Molly’s hair, and, of course, Molly’s subsequent keening had sent him right over the threshold.  She finds herself rather surprised by how powerful of an effect her little voice can have on him.  

Pressed up against the shower wall, Molly struggles to remain on her feet, steam sticking to her warming skin.  Taejoon is relentless, eager to excite her, for they cannot reach any toys that might hasten the process.  Of course, Molly doesn’t mind the attention, and, instead, digs her fingers into his damp hair, whimpering his name as his lips travel downward.  

Taejoon has to hold her up for how Molly trembles under his ministrations, and the sound of her voice echoing off of the bathroom walls is embarrassing, although intimate.  Taejoon only growls, rather primally at that, and presses closer, teasing her up until she loses her balance and slips.

However, when Molly tries to apologize, he only moves to straddle her, too eager to mind the water cascading over their lithe bodies.  With her legs drawn up and spread as far as they can in the compact stall, Molly cries out, and Taejoon is unrelenting in his treatment.  It’s too erotic—to spur-of-the-moment that they are doing this here, and he would struggle to stop, were she even to consider asking.

Perhaps they’ll need to clean up once more after this.

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I want the K [whyamieven]

21:  Then There’s Tongue

It’s a shame that Molly would never be allowed to have her cute little mouth claimed by this werewolf-boy, he knows she’s been dreaming about it.  It’s also a bit of a shame that their first kiss would be ruined so fantastically, that Presto would have his lips over Taejoon’s before Molly’s own fantasies might come true.

It’s all for the best though.

Jerking the boy’s head back by his hair, Presto, having had his fill of claiming his lips, instead, parts his mouth open with his fingers, reaching inside so that he might pull on Taejoon’s tongue.  There’s a sick satisfaction made prevalent on his features as Presto shoves the boy down, sitting on him so that he might not struggle and positioning his knife ever-so-carefully against the base of his tongue.  Oh these sounds are delicious, and Presto milks it for all it’s work before finally, parting his own lips into a grin, he begins to hack away, savoring the blood and the muscle.

He thinks he might keep this one.

Perhaps he’ll give it to Molly!

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☎☢☻♚ ; u vu

☎: For a drunk phone call. 

“Whoa, whoa…  guh, I can’t—rememberhow to… pronounce your name…  I only have *hic* two shoes… no wait, I mean… one shoe…  Do you have it?  Can you… caaaaan you come get me?  I forgot where… where home is…  I dont know where I am… buuuuuuut the house is blue…  find the blue house.”  Click.

☢: It’s too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down? 

The ice cream she offers is of the strawberry kind, and it’s fresh and cold and straight out of the freezer.  Although Nocturne would rather be a little too hot than too cold, it’s not exactly comfortable weather to deal with either.  Ice cream’s always been her favorite way to relax.  "This one’s for you, I hope you don’t mind chocolate."  Pressing her lips over the head of her own vanilla cone, the young woman looks over a bench shaded by a tree.  ”Let’s rest there for a bit—the sun’s too much for me!”  Of course, were she not wearing all black, the story might be a little different.

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn’t- how’d it happen and how’ll mine help? 

"H-Hey, no, don’t move anymore!"  Nocturne, busying herself with scrambling around TaeJoon and trying to figure out just how to position him so that he wont disturb the harsh sunburn on his back, looks exceptionally worried.  This is the opposite of his it usually goes, but he’d insisted that he’d be alright without any sunscreen—people always seem to be like that, and if TaeJoon hadn’t badgered her into putting any on—considering her extremely pale complexion, Nocturne might be in the same boat.  ”Okay… hold still…”  Squirting some Aloe Vera into her hands she has her friend kneel down on the towel while she massages the afflicted area, doing her best to be gentle.  When TaeJoon expresses a sound of comfort, Nocturne smiles and adds a little more on.  ”…there, better.”

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go? 

Nocturne is very accustomed to being told what to do, it’s the exact arrangement that she has with Presto.  She lives for his decisions, and sometimes it makes having one’s own identity difficult to achieve.  TaeJoon, however, does not strike her as someone who would have her do cruel things that she doesn’t want to do, (although she would comply even if he did).  

Smiling complacently, Nocturne milks it for all it’s work, getting down on one knee and casting her eyes up just enough so that he might see her better.  She hopes that the blush on her features isn’t too entirely obvious.  There’s something about being told what to do in a playful manner, that Nocturne finds exciting.  ”Is there… anything I can do for you…”  She swallows hard and looks off to the side, blushing much darker in her attempt to say this word.

"…M-Master…?"