19 Works by beetovan
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The door opens, then latches shut almost just as quickly. Jeremy digs the heels of his palms so hard against his eyes he sees stars.
“Not now,” Jeremy chokes out. He feels so ugly and small, he wants to throw himself in the closet just to avoid eyes on him.
“I can’t do that,” Jean murmurs. “We are partners.”
Your pain is my pain, that’s the implicit message. Jeremy is here, hurting on Jean’s behalf, so Jean is here to wrap him back together. A neat little mirror.
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Another tiny piece of Jean's past is exposed, and Jeremy just can't take it in stride this time.
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“Your ‘idiot’s’ are starting to sound like your ‘I hate you’s’”, Neil hums. He swings his legs up onto the bed, briefly rocking to all fours before settling onto his folded calves. “I want to try something. Can I touch it?”
Andrew steps closer to the edge of the bed.
“Yes,” he agrees, and he feels himself twitch in his boxers. Neil grins, hand unconsciously swiping at the motion as his back arches. Andrew’s eyes drink him in hungrily, the jut of his ass in the air, the curve of his spine, the scars pulling taut on his hand as he wraps it around the base of the strap. His mouth parts, those white teeth flashing before he wraps his lips around the tip of the silicone cock.
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An afternoon in Columbia, just the two of them, Neil and Andrew try something new.
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Prince Minho thinks he knows all he needs to know about the world. Sorcerers are evil, his knights will always stand by his side, and he is impossibly infatuated with his court physician Kim Seungmin.
But when a sorcerer on trial has his worldview come crashing down, Minho's world is consumed by one driving goal. He's going to find Kim Seungmin, and he's going to have him killed.
Because no magic user is safe in this kingdom, not even the man he loves. Even if that man used magic to save his life.
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Maybe that's why he’s selfish enough to fall in love three times, all at once. And maybe it’s as his grandfather says. He's too much for others. Which is why not a single one of those loves is returned.
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- Part 2 of to grow a garden for you
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After a conversation between his seniors at Minhyuk's house, Seungmin gets curious about the benefits of ass play. His orgasms have always been disappointing, so he wants to see what all the fuss is about.
And maybe he has some help along the way.
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“Minho, hey.” There are warm palms cradling Minho’s cheeks suddenly, and his face is tilted to meet Jisung’s eyes again. “Stop freaking out, I’m fine. I’m right here with you.”
And for the first time, Minho feels like his husband is lying to him. But Minho so, so desperately wants to sink back into the warmth and safety of Jisung. So Minho nods, forces a weak smile, and Jisung melts.
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There’s this stupid, monkey brain part of Jisung that flares at the feeling of it. That Freudian little pervert that sees this phallic shaped object and can’t help but think about stuffing it in any hole he can. Maybe he’s been watching too many bootleg Hentai animations, because all he can do is run his hand up to the very end of the tendril, his hand closing around the tip, then slowly sliding down until it’s too thick for his hand to form a tight circle. He presses his thumb against the muscle and rubs up deep into the flesh, testing the give.
“Jisung?” Hyunjin’s curious voice has Jisung jerking to attention. His entire face flushes, like Hyunjin can hear all of the dirty thoughts running through his head as he caresses Hyunjin’s very deadly ghoul appendage.
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The room has not been touched in weeks. There is evidence of two occupants scattered all over. Trinkets, dirty laundry, personal blankets draped across mattresses. A time capsule from before Minho’s life had entirely smashed to pieces.
“Ranger…” Hyunjin’s voice sounds hesitant, and he hovers in the doorway. Minho lets him drink it all in. There’s no room in this space for the new recruit. Every inch is filled with Minho, his grief, and a ghost.
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Seungmin loves his group mates. He really does. He loves how they adore him all in their own unique ways, making sure he’s cared for and supported. Seungmin thinks they’re sweet to be so mindful of him, but somewhere along the line he thinks there’s been a miscommunication. Because they treat Seungmin just like they treat each other. Which is fine, of course, he doesn’t want any special attention. But there are things that come with being a dog hybrid. He’s a person, yes, but he has different instincts than a normal human. Different wants. By being so… cautious about not making Seungmin feel singled out, he doesn’t really get to explore that part of himself. It’s been years since they’ve known each other, so it’s not like it’s going to change now.
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It’s such a typical letter from Minho, but it hurts Seungmin to read. Because it gives him hope, a finicky, blurry thing blooming in his chest. A promise that Minho will be back in his arms soon, that this stupid war will be ending in victory and they’ll never have to be separated like this again. But war is fickle, unpredictable. This isn’t the first time Minho has promised to be home soon. Only a few months into being sent to the frontlines Minho had promised he’d be back soon. Then again a few months later.
Maybe third time’s the charm, but Seungmin’s miserable state won’t allow him to think positively on the promise. They’re pretty words from his pretty love, but there’s no weight to them. Minho has about as much control over the war as Seungmin does. There’s no telling when he’ll come home until he’s loaded on his dragon and flying away. Seungmin can’t hope.
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Kim Seungmin smiles, shy and excited, while the rest of the first string greet him warmly. Chan is standing at Seungmin’s other side with a friendly arm around the new kid’s shoulder. It’s funny to see the way the pitcher has to hunch so Chan’s reach is more comfortable. Their captain doesn’t seem to mind the height difference. Seungmin’s eyes scan the team, and as soon as his gaze meets Minho’s own his face turns stormy in a blink of an eye. It’s almost impressive how quickly he goes from nervous to murderous. Minho grins and sends him a little wave, and Seungmin bares his teeth in his direction.
So the pitcher remembers him too, that’s good. He wonders if he can convince the coach to trade this kid during the pre-season, but from the pride shining on the old man’s face he doubts he’ll listen to any of Minho’s concerns.
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Minho is so busy admiring himself in the mirror that he doesn’t notice the bedroom door open. Nor does he see the body leaning against the doorframe in the reflection as his gaze rakes over his own body. He smooths his hands over the skirt and lets his fingers trail over his thighs, squeezing experimentally.
“Doesn’t noona look so pretty?”
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“My, what big hands you have Seungminie,” Jisung gasps teasingly. “Yeah, I’ve read it. Is that your favorite?”
Seungmin hums. “It’s one of my favorites, yeah. It shows just how easy it is for a wolf to hide in plain sight. Little Red doesn’t notice her own grandmother has been replaced by a predator until it’s almost too late. If it hadn’t been for the lumberjack, she’d been all gobbled up.”
His gaze flashes over to Jisung, and there’s something in his eyes that has Jisung stuttering in his step. There’s that same, sweet smile on Seungmin’s face, but have his eyes always looked so cold?
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As they step along the stone path the noble’s son comes into view. He’s younger than Minho would have expected. Certainly younger than himself. He’s dressed in a handsome plum color that makes the tan of his skin look rich and warm. The noble’s son is distracted by a little white butterfly dancing just above his head, so he doesn’t see the pair of them approach. The boy lifts his hand carefully, and after an initial startle, the butterfly settles gently on his outstretched finger. The boy breaks into a smile, wide and pretty.
“Did you come for me or any pretty thing in my palace?” Minho calls. The boy jerks like he’s been struck, his eyes going wide as he turns to face Minho’s voice. Immediately he drops into a deep bow. The butterfly takes off frantically over his head.
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In a world where every witch is born with a fated familiar, Younghoon is more than happy to have Chanhee as his familiar. But their magical bond has always felt unbalanced, at least until Changmin walks into their lives. Now Younghoon has two unhappy familiars by his side: one lost in his own insecurity, one just trying to pursue the bond the universe gifted him when it seems like there's no room left.
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It’d been more than last time. Much more, from how the entire surface of the water had been covered. He’s supposed to be getting better. He’s promised so many people he’s getting better. But he’s not, and he knows why, but he still denies.
Sicheng will fall out of love. It’s just with someone as bright and overwhelming as Nakamoto Yuta, it’ll take time. His schedule is begging for the disease to pass, but Sicheng’s heart clings desperately.
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- Part 1 of to grow a garden for you
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My second piece for the Misawa 2018 exchange for @yopeppy on twitter
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Sawamura had been cute back in their Seidou days. He had a boyish charm with his round cheeks and wide eyes, the kind of guy that high school girls giggle over.But now, now Sawamura is all grown up.
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My first piece for the Misawa 2018 Exchange for @stripedtabby on twitter.
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A car slowly pulls up to the scene, and Eijun immediately straightens. Only a few months on the job, and he already knows who that car belongs to.
Miyuki steps out of the driver’s side with a sour look on his face. There’s a travel mug clenched desperately in his hand, and Eijun can see the steam from the freshly made coffee joining his breath in the cool, morning air.
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It’s been a long time since he’s had a nightmare. Kazuya never thought they’d follow him into his teenage years. He’s been lulled into a false sense of security by their years of absence. Of course they couldn’t return normally. Of course they had to evolve into a whole new form of torture. His mother’s final words spilling from his pitcher’s lips like a mantra.