Fic Deserted
Title: Deserted
Pairing: Shindong/Shindong
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Words: 311
Summary: The platform is empty as Shindon waits for his train.
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 032 : Roses ( my archive)
Betaed by the ever more amazing
momijinohimitsu *loves all over*
The platform was deserted; understandably so, at this late hour. Who would really be out at this unmanned station when they could be warm at home, with loved ones or out partying like his band mates were currently doing.
Almost stereotypical in atmosphere, like an enigmatic representation for death as he waited, cold and alone for his passage to the underworld, the train springing into existence, a modern version of the river Styx, beckoning him inside to bear him hence.
But there was no springing, no beckoning, no metaphors, just harsh reality and a lonely wait for the next train.
The wind was howling, battering the leaves into staccato aerial gymnastics, twists and dips worthy of any dancer. Shindong thought idly that were he not preoccupied, he would've liked to harness that rhythm and make it his own, adapting it into a brilliant routine they could all dance together, more beautiful than any force of nature.
He shivered in the biting cold, the hairs on his arms standing desperately straight to catch some modicum of heat, such an unconscious bodily reaction or survival instinct. But he found it refreshing; such an extreme of sensation felt poignant, how deeply it could reach to cut effortlessly into his reverie, his thoughts the only thing to keep him company on this blustery evening.
Glancing often at his watch, it was telling him it wasn't long now until he could leave this awful place and for a moment he was happy, a smile curling his lips though no-one was there to see it.
He left his seat as headlights flared in the distance, illuminating the dark tracks below as he stepped closer to the edge.
As he looked up again, the headlights glared back, a silent, heartless challenge, the path suddenly clear and with a sense of finality he stepped in front of the train.
Notes :
Yet again I do death fic!!! Particularly for these solo prompts I can't seem to make them happy!! But this one I blame on the deserted train platform at South Milford that was rather freaky.
Title: Presents
Pairing: Shindong/Sungmin
Rating: R
Warnings: Blowjob
Words: 195
Summary: Sungmin's mouth is so smooth...
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 045 : Smooth ( my archive)
Also dedicated to
stevenghost for a slightly late birthday drabble on her journal ^_^
As his cock is engulfed in wet heat it feels like he's drowning, except not, because it's a good rush of feeling, not a panicked fight for breath, crackles of sensation, speeding across his nerves, bringing them alive with jolts of electricity. Or was that Sungmin's fingers, plucking harshly a his nipples, but oh, did it feel good, the kind of glorious pain that made Shindong, hiss and grit his teeth as it heightened his senses, that he craved when it wasn't there.
The smooth inside of Sungmin's mouth as it travelled frantically up and down his erection was an artistic contrast as nails bit into the skin of his chest, angry red trails painted across his torso, his own fingers tightening painfully hard in short hair as the suction increased and the end barrelled closer.
His body snapped into a taut bowstring as he came, forcing his eyes to remain open to watch his own fluid eagerly swallowed down a slim throat and as he collapsed in a sweaty heap, Sungmin crawling over his to smile blearily up at him he thought this really was the best birthday present he could ever ask for.
As always comments etc are much appreciated <3 (and hugs to anyone I upset too)
Pairing: Shindong/Shindong
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Words: 311
Summary: The platform is empty as Shindon waits for his train.
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 032 : Roses ( my archive)
Betaed by the ever more amazing
momijinohimitsu *loves all over*
The platform was deserted; understandably so, at this late hour. Who would really be out at this unmanned station when they could be warm at home, with loved ones or out partying like his band mates were currently doing.
Almost stereotypical in atmosphere, like an enigmatic representation for death as he waited, cold and alone for his passage to the underworld, the train springing into existence, a modern version of the river Styx, beckoning him inside to bear him hence.
But there was no springing, no beckoning, no metaphors, just harsh reality and a lonely wait for the next train.
The wind was howling, battering the leaves into staccato aerial gymnastics, twists and dips worthy of any dancer. Shindong thought idly that were he not preoccupied, he would've liked to harness that rhythm and make it his own, adapting it into a brilliant routine they could all dance together, more beautiful than any force of nature.
He shivered in the biting cold, the hairs on his arms standing desperately straight to catch some modicum of heat, such an unconscious bodily reaction or survival instinct. But he found it refreshing; such an extreme of sensation felt poignant, how deeply it could reach to cut effortlessly into his reverie, his thoughts the only thing to keep him company on this blustery evening.
Glancing often at his watch, it was telling him it wasn't long now until he could leave this awful place and for a moment he was happy, a smile curling his lips though no-one was there to see it.
He left his seat as headlights flared in the distance, illuminating the dark tracks below as he stepped closer to the edge.
As he looked up again, the headlights glared back, a silent, heartless challenge, the path suddenly clear and with a sense of finality he stepped in front of the train.
Notes :
Yet again I do death fic!!! Particularly for these solo prompts I can't seem to make them happy!! But this one I blame on the deserted train platform at South Milford that was rather freaky.
Title: Presents
Pairing: Shindong/Sungmin
Rating: R
Warnings: Blowjob
Words: 195
Summary: Sungmin's mouth is so smooth...
Comments: For the
miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 045 : Smooth ( my archive)
Also dedicated to
stevenghost for a slightly late birthday drabble on her journal ^_^
As his cock is engulfed in wet heat it feels like he's drowning, except not, because it's a good rush of feeling, not a panicked fight for breath, crackles of sensation, speeding across his nerves, bringing them alive with jolts of electricity. Or was that Sungmin's fingers, plucking harshly a his nipples, but oh, did it feel good, the kind of glorious pain that made Shindong, hiss and grit his teeth as it heightened his senses, that he craved when it wasn't there.
The smooth inside of Sungmin's mouth as it travelled frantically up and down his erection was an artistic contrast as nails bit into the skin of his chest, angry red trails painted across his torso, his own fingers tightening painfully hard in short hair as the suction increased and the end barrelled closer.
His body snapped into a taut bowstring as he came, forcing his eyes to remain open to watch his own fluid eagerly swallowed down a slim throat and as he collapsed in a sweaty heap, Sungmin crawling over his to smile blearily up at him he thought this really was the best birthday present he could ever ask for.
As always comments etc are much appreciated <3 (and hugs to anyone I upset too)