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[baby-yongbok]

Upgrade

Yang Jeongin x Afab!Reader

⤷ Smut - Ex's Brother AU [MDNI]

⤷ WC - 1.5k

⤷ CW - Fingering (f.rec), nipple play (super quick)

Your ex said you were messy. Maybe he was right. Because when his younger brother FaceTimes you at midnight, you answer. When he asks to come over, you let him. And when he finally kisses you, you don’t stop him

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You don’t know what you’re thinking or how this started, you just know that now you can’t stop. 

It’s messy, something your ex called you before the sour breakup that left you as enemies. Maybe that’s why you started talking to his brother. Maybe that’s why you flirt with Jeongin like you’ve never learned shame. 

His name flashed across your screen at 12:43 a.m., a FaceTime call that you answered too confidently. You’re in your pajamas while he’s in the dark, in someone’s neighborhood with street lights outlining him in a glow that attracts you like a moth. 

“You’re still up?” It’s a silly question, something laughable but you entertain it. His voice is lower now, steadier, nothing like the boy you used to tease for tagging along after his brother. 

“What’s it look like?” You lift your phone higher, exposing more of you, tight tank top and shorts too tiny to be considered such. He exhales, brings the phone closer to his face.

”Can I come over?” You should say no. Maybe confess to flirting with him for fun, for a sick kind of revenge, but when he looks at the screen—eyes wandering, studying—you give in.

And now he’s here.

Standing in your doorway with rain in his hair, nerves in his eyes, and desire sitting low in his throat. He doesn’t ask permission, just steps in once your door swings open. He slips in like a breeze, cold and quiet. You shut the door and step behind him as he slips off his shoes, like this shit is domestic.

”Does he know where you are?” Jeongin hums, attempting nonchalance but you can hear the nerves, he knows this is wrong. 

“I’m not a kid, I don’t tell him my every move.” he turns, swallowing hard when he realizes how close you are, close enough for him to feel the heat off of you. Close enough for this to feel domestic.

 “Just answer the question.” he tilts his head like he’s ready to argue but he gives in, shaking his head just twice. “He doesn’t know. I’d be surprised if he cared.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, taking a small step back. “He’s still a dick, huh?”

”Don’t talk about him when I’m here,” he takes the step that you returned, closing the distance again like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go. “It’s my turn now, you’re done with him.” he whispers, looking at you with eyes that burn—like he’s scared to touch you, and more scared not to.

Your breath shallows ever so slightly, gaze flicking from his to his lips and then right back up. He’s much bolder than he’s been over text but just as eager, just as malleable. “So, what’re you going to do with your turn?”

He reaches up, his hands trembling just for a second. Just until his skin touches yours. He exhales and the nerves go with any last shred of restraint you both shared. The pads of his fingers brush your shoulder, slither down your arm like a viper in sand and you let him. Goosebumps rise, oxygen abandons you—so you steal his. 

It’s quick, a clash like porcelain to tile or maybe that’s just your heart abusing your ribs. He kisses you like he thinks it’s a mistake, a line that he’s willing to cross again and again. You kiss him like you always knew it was one and you don’t regret it for a second. 

His hands find more of your skin, your cheek, your waist, your thigh. He doesn’t stop. Your back hits the wall next to your front door, your leg is hiked up and your shorts ride up impossibly high. 

“Tell me to stop.” his voice is strained, desperate for you to defy him. Your hands answer for you, pushing up his shirt just enough for you to feel the cut of his abs brush along your fingertips. He meets your eyes for just a second before you both go back in. Hard.

You bite his bottom lip and he moans like it’s a secret. Like his brother is in the next room and he’s doing something he’s not supposed to. Only half of that is true. His breath fans over your face, teeth clashing against yours before sinking into spit slick flesh. He’s a better kisser than his brother. 

“Couch.” You push and he follows, your hands to his chest and his to your hips, chest to chest until he sits, pulling you into his lap and crashing his lips back to yours. 

His fingers curl into the plush of your hip. You moan—or maybe he does. The sounds blur together but it doesn’t matter, not to him and most definitely not to you. He drags you down, anchoring you against the solid pressure of his lap like he’s daring you to move. You do. Slowly. Just once. And his head falls back against the couch like you knocked the wind out of him.

“You gonna keep teasing?” His voice is low, rough like gravel and dangerous. You roll your hips again, slower this time, and lean in like you're about to confess something forbidden.

“Do you think you’re a rebound?” you whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Or just a distraction? Something to play with.” Jeongin groans like the word hurts. 

One hand splays across your lower back, the other tangles in your hair as he drags your mouth back to his. 

The kiss is feral. Hot. 

His teeth catch your lip again and you love it. You let it happen—let him take it. He presses you firmly against the hard line of him while your nails dig into his shoulders.

“You’re playing with fire,” he grits, grinding up into you hard enough to make your breath catch. You smirk, breathless, hungry. “Then burn with me.”

His hoodie’s gone. Your tank top’s halfway up your chest, his mouth hot and open over the curve of your breast. Fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, knuckles grazing bare skin. You reach down, palming him through his sweats, and he muffles a moan against your half bare chest. His tongue dips out and catches your nipple, covering his pretty sounds with your own.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “if you don’t stop—”

“Then what?” you cut him off just as he’s tugging your waistband lower, “Do you wanna stop?” Your eyes are hooded, low, glazed over with lust that spells out his name on the surface. 

“Don’t stop,” his fingers slip beneath the band of your shorts like he owns the right, like he’s done it before. Like he’s thought of it every single time he’s heard you and his brother late at night. “Don’t you dare stop.” 

You’re already wet, embarrassingly so, and when he feels it he groans, forehead pressing to yours, his breath ragged. “Jeongin.” It’s a moan, light and void of air and shame.

“Shit. You wanted this, huh?” Two fingers glide through your slick, hovering right where you need him most. “All that flirting, all those looks. This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” One finger goes in, slow and deep. You gasp as he curls it just right. He smiles. Adds a second. Your hips react before you do.

Then his phone rings.

You both freeze for half a second, the caller ID lights up: His Brother. 

Jeongin’s eyes flick to yours. There’s a silent challenge in them.

He answers.

“Yo.” His voice is too steady, too calm for someone knuckle-deep in you. The contrast makes you throb around his fingers. He doesn’t flinch, just keeps them inside you, slowly curling, pressing right where it makes your eyes roll back.

“Open the door,” his brother says through the speaker, casual, completely unaware.

“I’m not home.” Jeongin’s tone is clipped, smooth. His fingers start moving again—slow, wet strokes that make your thighs quake and your stomach coil. His palm presses firm against your mound, grinding just enough to make your toes curl. You’re breathing heavily, chest rising against his, but he doesn’t give you time to recover.

“Where are you then?”

He shifts his hand, the heel of it nudging your clit just right. Your breath escapes in a soft, stunned noise, you’re trying not to whine when his thumb finds your clit and circles once. Twice. And then again until your hips are rolling into him like you’ve forgotten you’re not alone.

“Out,” Jeongin says, lips twitching. “Why?”

“You just never go anywhere.”

“I do now.”

You bite his shoulder through his shirt to muffle a moan, sinking your teeth in hard, trying to keep quiet. His muscles twitch under your mouth. He doesn’t stop. If anything, he pushes deeper, two fingers stroking up and curling until your walls flutter around him. Until you're close. He watches your face like it’s art, breath hitching only when you moan into his neck.

“Whatever,” his brother mutters. “Just text me when you’re back.”

“Will do,” Jeongin answers, ending the call without waiting for a reply, phone tossed carelessly to the side the second the line drops. He pushes you back, spreads your legs wider on his lap, and drives his fingers in hard.

“Now,” His eyes drift down to the stain on your shorts then back up with a grin, a well earned cockiness. “To answer your question, I don’t think I’m a rebound.” Your eyes are locked to his, Your breath is anywhere but your lungs. He drags his lips down your throat, nipping over your earlobe before whispering:

“I’m the upgrade.”

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[21wanderer]

Buyer's remorse?

You froze when you saw the transaction on your bank account. It was ten times as much as you'd thought. Frantically you look through your mailbox looking for the invoice, but to your horror you discover, that the same ludicrous amount is written there. All you wanted was a good-quality Spiderman suit, just for a bit of escapism, but now you were almost broke. Looking over the invoice again you finally realise the mistake - it said Spiderman Suit Deluxe. You don't remember choosing a Deluxe, and now that little word had cost you a minor fortune.

Finally you calmed yourself, telling yourself it's going to be alright. You get the package, then just use the return label and get your money back. It took excruciatingly long for the package to arrive, the webshop had no phone number nor chat function, only an e-mail address, and though you wrote multiple mails explaining your situation and the obvious mistake, you received no answer. You feared that you had been duped.

Then finally three weeks later, the package arrived. Getting it home from the package shop was an ordeal, as the package was much bigger, heavier and unwieldy than you expected, and yet you still felt the concern of being scammed, the thought of the box containing some cheap - or in this case - expensive knock-off.

You carefully opened the box, being extremely cautious, trying to make sure that you didn't bruise or dent the box or its content the slightest. There it was the iconic red-and blue suit… the white-eyed mask, the intricate black web-pattern. It wasn't just a cheap knock-off, this could pass for the real thing. The fanboy in you really wanted to put it on, but your common sense said 'no' - any sign of use and the suit might be unreturnable.

There was no visible delivery note on top of the costume, so you carefully began to pick up the pieces and place them gently on the floor, making an internal note of which order they would have to be put back in. As you removed the components of the Deluxe-Spiderman suit looking for the delivery note, you began to wonder how this suit alone could justify such a big box, once you removed the suit itself from what you assumed was the last piece, you expected to find a ton of packaging peanuts filling half the box, but no, it was something else.

Your jaw dropped as a flesh-coloured mass revealed itself, at first you couldn't comprehend what you were looking at, but then you realised they were synthetic body pieces. There was a torso with arms, a pair of legs, feet, hands… and a face - Tom Holland's face. So this is what made the costume 'deluxe'.

As you picked up the pieces of the body, you forgot everything about the hefty price tag, this was way more than you have ever dreamed of. You could be the actual Spider-man, you could be the actual Tom Holland in the role of Spiderman. You found the delivery note at the bottom of the box, but that somehow seemed completely irrelevant now. You stretched one of the hands/gloves, it looked like skin, it felt like skin, it even smelled faintly human.

With an unparalleled eagerness and excitement you undressed, you held up the sculpted torso in front of you, still amazed at the detail, still beyond belief of how this could be real. You pushed your head through the opening at the neck, then pushed your arms through the sleeves, it was just like putting on a shirt, except this was something far more than that. You adjusted the shoulders and made sure they were in place, and marvelled at the result. You got Tom's tight pecs and athletic arms, you place a hand on your new stomach feeling the abs beneath the synthetic skin.

Having had a taste of what you could have only left you hungry for more - you felt insatiable and wanted it all. You slid on the legs like a pair of tight leggings, except padded with lean muscles, soon enough your lower half was covered with Tom's strong legs. Grinning you put on the hands like they were regular gloves. They slid right over your own hands and within moments they felt like they were. You stretched and flexed your new fingers, rubbing your face, your new pecs and abs. They felt real, looked real, right down to the fingerprints, which you imagined were identical to the real Tom's - everything else seemed to be.

You put the feet on like a pair of toe socks, pushing each toe into place and wiggling them as they stretched over your own. With the feet perfectly in place, you stand up to get a better look at your new body. You look astonished at yourself in the mirror, the face still your own, but the rest of your body unmistakably Tom's - athletic, smooth, lean and all yours. You pick up the Tom Holland mask, so incredibly life-like, from the lush hair to the soft cheeks and the strong chin, you almost lost yourself in thought, maybe you could just keep this on - permanently. Out of the corner of you eye, you notice a little tub at the bottom of box, you put down the Tom mask.

You read the label of the little container and opened it to reveal a bright pink substance, it was a sealant, to cover the seams of the suit, effectively fusing them together. Without hesitation you dipped your fingers into the thick pink goo and immediately applied it to your wrists and ankles, the bright colour faded soon after, the seems that before were near-invisible were now completely gone. With a delighted smile on your face, you apply the sealant to the seam at your waist. The bright colour faded again, taking a natural skin tone, and you felt the skin tighten, the seam was gone. With the replica Tom-body under your command and firmly attached, you slip on the mask.

The face snapped into place, and you stepped in front of the mirror. It was unmistakably Tom staring back at you, every facial feature flawless and indistinguishable from the real one . You lost track of time exploring every inch of your new body, and you've already decided, this was simply too good. You pulled on a pair of underpants, letting go of the elastic with a pleasing snap.

You put on the Spiderman suit, though it almost feels almost secondary now. You're already wearing a "Spiderman-suit" and this one, you are never taking off - however this is the true fanboy dream, you aren't just the character, but also the actor who brings it to life.

With expected ease you slip on the Spiderman-costume, it was tailored to perfectly fit Tom's/your body, and it did. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, brimming with confidence, looking like a hero, feeling like a hero, having the body of a hero.

Before you slipped on the second mask, completing your costume, you glanced over at the little tub of sealant on the table and chuckled, knowing there was still a handful left. You had a feeling, that in the very near future, you'd be applying it to your neck, making the fantasy complete.

And soon enough you did. The mask sealed in place. Tom's body and face were yours, and you're never going back.

[mantra-repeated]

Alt jester archetrope flag

Pt: Alt jester archetrope flag :end pt

A version of this jester/fool archetrope flag (link) by @kiruliom using the typical archetrope flag template! This isn't meant to replace the other one in any sense since I still adore it, I just wanted to make a version that used the usual template!

This is an archetrope / alter human term for those who identify as the archetype or character trope of the jester/fool.

Mention / tags: @radiomogai , @rwuffles , @smilepilled , @boingogender , @scr-ppup , @archetrope-archive , @seasulfur , @system-n-nonhuman-archive

Banner transcript: This term was made by an Endogenic. Anyone can use it however (So don't repost or recoin, ask before adding to wikis) :End Transcript

Written flag id under the cut, same as alt text.

Main flag id: A flag with 13 mirrored vertical stripes which fan out towards the bottom from the top middle. From left to right the colors are dark purple, light purple, dark blue, light green, dark green, yellow, dark red, light red, dark blue, light purple, and dark purple. In the centre of the middle stripe is a circle with a jester hat silhouette. Inside the circle is an outlined of a symbol, which is two tear drops with one filled in, on a cracked ground, and are encapsulated in an outline of a circle. The symbol is bluish-black. The circle is filled in with pastel yellow and outlined with yellow. :end id

Alt flag id: A flag with 13 mirrored vertical stripes which fan out towards the bottom from the top middle. From left to right the colors are dark purple, light purple, dark blue, light green, dark green, yellow, dark red, light red, dark blue, light purple, and dark purple. In the centre of the middle stripe is a circle. Inside the circle is an outlined of a symbol, which is two tear drops with one filled in, on a cracked ground, and are encapsulated in an outline of a circle. The symbol is bluish-black. The circle is filled in with pastel yellow. :end id

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