#contradictions wrapped into one man and it Works because he is also not one man

[yaesnovels]

— honeymoon

childe x fem!reader

cw; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), overstimulation, blindfolding, bondage, degradation, praise, petnames (baby, sweetheart, pretty, love, honey), i think this is all

anon asked; Can I request dom!childe x fem reader with coriander and red wrapping paper? With the wrapping paper I prefer if it’s more rough, mean, ropes, etc. but whatever your comfortable is great too! Thank you

a/n: i hope u guys enjoy this <3 honestly v proud of this one, i love gentle but also rough ajax a lot <3 and apologies for taking so long with my requests, i‘m working through them at the moment and they will come one by one <3

he was so desperate. 

ajax already had you shaking and crying from all the stimulation, you lost count on how often he had already made you come, squeezing his cock so tightly each time as you were practically gushing all around him. 

“oh fuck, baby, you feel so good”, he groaned, thrusts relentless, hard and absolutely rough. “you just love being my little cum slut, don’t you, love? feeling completely full of me, yes?” 

your head was spinning with the degradation mixed with the sweet tone of his. unable to even reply with a simple yes, you just nodded, pulling on the satin fabric he used to tie your hands to the bedpost. 

“please”, you finally managed to mumble, after he gave you a couple of minutes to catch your breath, bringing you a small bottle of water to help your sore throat from screaming his name over and over. 

“please, what, baby?”, he whispered innocently, smiling. 

“don’t tease me. can you please untie my hands? i want to touch you”, you pouted. you were trying to loosen up the fabric around your wrists by pulling hard on them, though you failed because ajax had managed to do a knot so good it was impossible to get out of it. 

“shh, don’t pull on them, baby, i don’t want you to hurt yourself. i’ll take them off if you’re good for me, yes?”, he promised, voice dripping with honey as he smiled at you, making your heart beat faster and butterflies go crazy in your stomach as you remembered that this man was finally your husband. 

“always”, you mumbled, squirming around as he started his sweet torture kissing your jaw, down to your neck and collarbones, all the while he was still buried deep inside of you, though he wasn’t moving at all. 

“stop squirming around so much, honey, or i won’t untie your hands”, he said, almost in an authoritative tone. 

“please, fuck me, ajax, i can’t take it anymore”, you whined. “i need you s’bad.” 

“aw, baby, look how adorable you are”, he cooed, just before he started his rough pace once again, “always such a little and pretty slut for me, aren’t you, love?” 

he was fucking you slower as he grabbed the satin tie he had bought just for this occasion, untying the knot and letting out a loud moan as your nails were digging right into his back. 

ajax was really something else when he was in bed – almost insatiable, never stopping before he had you crying from pleasure and had you filled up completely with his cum, covered in sweat and your face so beautiful with your smudged makeup. 

“turn over, sweetheart”, he mumbled, turning you around onto your stomach before he easily slid back into you, pace quickly becoming relentless and hard. “come on, lovely, make your husband come for you, deep inside of you.” 

he was leaving soft kisses over your shoulders and his tone was a total contradiction to his cock rearranging your guts, “oh, god, you feel so good around me”, he groaned, “so fucking tight, making your husband feel so good, aren’t you, honey?”

you could only nod, head completely empty, there was not a single thought you had left in your mind, all you could do at this point was take whatever he was giving you and making you feel so good and numb from the pleasure. 

he pulled out again, turning you back around onto your back as he places soft pecks on your lips with a soft smile. ajax just pulled you down towards the end of the bed, legs spread out wide as he went down onto the ground, kneeling in front of you before he had his head buried between your legs and licked up to your clit. the whimpers and moans you let out as he was eating you out were like music to his ears, and he was so messy about eating you out, too. your hands tangled up with his hair, pulling him closer while he was circling your clit.

once he had you sobbing his name again and again, he once more laid on top of you, softly kissing all over your face and neck to calm you down from the constant stimulation he put your poor body through for your honeymoon night. 

you had been mentally preparing for him to absolutely test your limits this night and it hadn’t surprised you when he tied your hands with carefully selected satin, even blindfolding you for a bit, when he made you come on his tongue alone at least three times ‘just to prepare you for the main course’ as how he playfully put it. 

you couldn’t put into words how much you had anticipated this night. waiting and waiting for him to ravage you to the point you were about to pass out because your body couldn’t possibly handle more. 

but you didn’t. because ajax knew your body well enough to know when to give you a break so that you could come back to your senses, have a sip of water and snack something sweet to regain your energy before he went ahead with ravaging your exhausted body. 

it made you wonder how the hell he was able to keep up with his stamina for so long; though it also didn’t surprise you, knowing he was going through all the stops to make you feel loved and cherished like you deserved. 

“awh, are you tired, sweetheart? i know, baby, i know, that was a lot, wasn’t it?”, he mumbled against your neck. you were so exhausted that the only reply you could give him was a slight nod. you hugged him tightly, just wanting his pure comfort and nothing else. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart, you did so well for me. you wanna take a bath? let me run one for you.” 

you nodded and he pecked your lips once more before getting up on shaky legs, to move to the bathroom and let the water start running. he hurried to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for you and when the bath was finally ready, he went back into the bedroom where he found you sound asleep, absolutely peaceful with a soft smile on your lips. he almost decided to skip on the bath but he then decided he could let you sleep cuddling against him in the bath as you both just relaxed in the warm water. 

“come on, sweetheart”, he mumbled, gently shaking your body in attempt to waking you up but after your protests, he just lifted you up into his arms and carried you into the bathroom where he slowly let you sit down in the tub, him sitting down behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“i love you so much. i’m so excited to share my life with you, pretty”, he whispered, giggling as you shuddered from how deep his voice sounded right against your ear. “you’re so adorable, angel.” 

“i love you, too”, you replied, voice soft and sleepy as you got comfortable in your husband’s arms as you both relaxed in the bath; feeling absolutely safe and sound, not a single worry in either of your minds.

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[guywithn0name]

-Alphabet headcanons-

;Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown x any gender reader

Main masterlist

Spider-man: spider-verse Masterlist

Warnings: swearing

-‘A’ is for AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)

Hobie’s an affectionate guy. His love language is definitely physical touch and acts of service in my opinion. He always has an arm wrapped around you or he’s holding your hand. No matter what it is, he’s always in physical contact with you in some way even if it’s small. He’ll also make sure you’re always alright and he’s definitely played some of your favourite songs for you on his guitar to show how much he cares for you.

-‘B’ is for BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestfriend?)

If I had to choose one word on how it is to be Hobie’s friend, it’d be chaotic. He definitely cares for you, but he’s always up to something dumb. No matter what you’re up to, he can be your partner in crime. Wanna steal something from a large company? He’s there. Wanna go to a concert? He’ll be there with you. Or wanna go into the city and support small businesses? He’s definitely there with you.

-‘C’ is for CUDDLES (how and do they like to cuddle?)

Hobie honestly loves cuddles. It doesn’t matter to him if he’s the big spoon or the little spoon. Just cuddle with him. Surprisingly tho, he doesn’t like cuddling in public tho. He likes cuddling in private because he finds it relaxing in his chaotic life. Hobie likes chaos but a moment of peace every now and then is like heaven to him.

-‘D’ is for DOMESTIC (if they settle down, how will they help?)

Hobie does the house work, sometimes. He’ll help you around the house but he ends up leaving his clothes and other punk items around the place. Hobie also can’t cook for his life honestly. So if neither of you can cook, you two aren’t gonna be doing too good. He probably does some house work while listening to loud music that makes the neighbours hate him, honestly.

-‘E’ is for ENDING (how would the break up go?)

It would definitely happen face to face. Hobie thinks breaking up over text or call is just plain rude. He would be pretty straight forward about it, so he wouldn’t beat around the bush with you about wanting to break up.

-‘F’ is for FIANCÉ (how do they feel about marriage)

Hobie wouldn’t wanna get married. He doesn’t believe in commitment and getting married would kinda contradict what he always says. But Hobie definitely wouldn’t go sleeping around with other people, he likes you enough to kind of stay ‘committed’ to you. Hobie doesn’t like to admit it but he’s definitely committed to you, but he’ll never admit that.

-‘G’ is for GENTLE (how gentle are they?)

He is genuinely a nice and gentle guy even tho he’s a punk. He always makes sure he doesn’t overstep your boundaries. He’ll try to get you out of your comfort zone from time to time but he’ll never be too pushy with things. If you ever want to try something different or new, you best bet that Hobie will be there to support you and help you with it.

-‘H’ is for HUGS (do they like hugs?)

Yes. Hobie loves hugs. He’s a huge sucker for physical touch. So expect hugs from him, along with other kinds of physical affection too.

-‘I’ is for I LOVE YOU (when do they say I love you for the first time?)

Hobie probably said ‘I love you’ for the first time when you two were just hanging out together at his flat. He was tuning his guitar and the words kind of just came out.

-‘J’ is for JEALOUSY (do they get easily jealous? And if they do, what will they do?)

Hobie doesn’t get easily jealous, but on the very very rare occasions that he does. He’ll put his hand on your waist or put an arm around your shoulder while glaring at the person very intently. Hobie also has a resting bitch face so it’s easy to intimidate someone when he wants to, with his height also coming into play.

-‘K’ is for KISSES (how often do they like to get or give kisses, and where?)

Hobie gives kisses a lot, and he loves receiving them along with giving them. His absolute favourite spot to kiss you is on your forehead, it’s an easy spot to kiss in his opinion. Hobie’s favourite spot to be kissed is on his lips, it could be a quick and sweet kiss or a long and passionate one. He’ll definitely love it.

-‘L’ is for LITTLE ONES (how are they with kids?)

He’s great with kids. Kids usually stare at him since his style is so different and new to them. If a kid asks to touch a piercing that’s on his face or wants to touch his spiky jacket, he’ll pretty much always accept. Hobie’s always gentle with kids and they’re just naturally drawn to him.

-‘M’ is for MORNINGS (how are mornings with them?)

Hobie hates waking up early, he tries to hold off getting out of bed for as long as he can. He’s super groggy for the first ten minutes of him being out bed, but after that he’s back to being himself.

-‘N’ is NIGHTS (how are nights with them?)

Hobie definitely has a whole hair routine. He uses all the essential oils and hair products, you can’t change my mind. He also definitely cares about his hair more than he’s willing to admit. He also 100% wears a bonnet when he goes to sleep, can’t change my mind. But other than that, it’s all pretty chill with the occasional shower before going to bed (he doesn’t shower every day, sorry to admit it)

-‘O’ is for OPEN (how open are they about themselves?)

Hobie’s not secretive but he also isn’t the most open person to strangers. But once he gets more comfortable with you he’s definitely one of the most open people ever, like he’ll say whatever comes to mind. Even if it’s the dumbest thing ever.

-‘P’ is for PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)

Hobie is super patient with you. Don’t wanna talk about it? It’s alright, he’ll be there to keep you company in silence. Just wanna be alone? He’ll let you be and he’ll go so something else like play his guitar or do patch some of his clothes. He’s the most patient guy ever, seriously.

-‘Q’ is for QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)

Like any good British punk, he remembers what he can. Hobie’s memory isn’t the best but it’s still really. He does try to remember as much as he can, which is actually a lot. I can’t guarantee that he remembers every tiny detail, but he still remembers a lot.

-‘R’ is for REMEMBER (what’s their favourite moment in the relationship?)

Hobie’s favourite moment in y’all’s relationship was probably when you two went to a concert of one of his all time favourite bands. You wore punk clothes together and just had loads of fun at the concert.

-‘S’ is for SECURITY (how protective are they?)

Like with the jealousy one, Hobie isn’t that protective. As long as some creep doesn’t try to come and harass you, he’s otherwise pretty chill.

-‘T’ is for TRY (how much effort are they putting into the relationship, dates and ect?)

He doesn’t try too hard, but he’ll give you the occasional gift. (that’s totally not stolen) And if Hobie is feeling extra nice he’ll even go to some small business and buy something from there he’ll give to you in your anniversary or Valentine’s Day.

-‘U’ is for UGLY (what’s a bad habit of theirs?)

Since his universe is set in the 1960’s. His bad habit is probably smoking. Smoking was pretty common in the 1960’s so he probably does it too. Tho, Hobie does steal the cigarettes from stores. No way he pays for them. (except if it’s from a small business)

-‘V’ is for VANITY (how insecure are they?)

Hobie being insecure? Not a thing. The last thing he’ll ever be is insecure. He’s always super confident in himself and the things he does. Hobie isn’t one of those people who are over confident, but he’s the perfect mix of it.

-‘W’ is for WHOLE (do they feel whole without you?)

Hobie wouldn’t be incomplete without you, but he’d probably miss you depending on how much he cares for you and how close the two of you were.

-‘X’ is for XTRA (extra headcanon about them)

He’s definitely written songs about you, and he also plays them to you when you two hang out. If Hobie let you put a sticker on his guitar, that means he definitely cares about you. He sometimes leaves his things at your place as an ‘accident’ so he can come over to your place to see you and get it back.

-‘Y’ is for YUCK (what can they not stand?)

Hobie doesn’t like it when people disrespect other people’s styles, life styles or something else about someone. Tho, it does matter if that person is an absolute asshole.

-‘Z’ is for ZLEEP (how is to sleep with them?)

Except a heather hugging you while you two sleep. Hobie is a literal heather, so summers are not really an ideal time to cuddle with him while you sleep. Hobie is all over the place while he sleeps. He’s also big on cuddling while sleeping. So if it’s summer then you better expect to feel overheated while sleeping and cuddling with Hobie.

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH :)

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[ovaryacted]

Tysm for your kind messageeee! I've been going around to my fav writers bc it's helped me feel better about myself and my brain multiple ways. Trying to get better at writing by at least posting smth daily abt Leon cause practice makes perfect. (Usually not but let's hope otherwise 😭)

ASIDES FROM THAT... Hear me about lingerie with Leon bro like ACTUALLYYYYY

Just imagine him secretly buying lingerie and one day he randomly puts it on. Either laying in your bed or waiting for you awkwardly at the door. Possibly giving you a lap dance then proceeding to fall back or do a ruh-roh. I'm so sorry I need him to fall in lingerie. I NEED STUPID LEON STUFF SO MUCH BRO. Then if he was in the bed, he's trying to be all seductive and stuff. All while staring at you with those blue eyes. In all honesty, you just have to stand there and wonder what the hell? I need a professional opinion on Leon with lingerie. 💙✨

(+ Cat Hug 😌)

Hey boo, thank you for the cat hug MUAH 💋 ! I’m glad my words were kind for you, sending nice messages definitely helps spread some positivity. And nono practice does make perfect!! Keep posting, don’t stop, trust me the more you do it the better it’ll feel. (Don’t listen to me because I’m inconsistent as hell when it comes to writing LMFAOOOO). But blurbs and drabbles help all the time, and even if you aren’t physically writing, planning or thinking still counts as part of the process because it’s not always linear! Just have fun with it, all that matters truly!

Now Leon in lingerie…I’m listening. Listening real fucking closely. Walk with me for a second.

Personally, I think he’d look good in a thong + garter belt + garter combo, not so much a top (boobs too big) unless it’s like a bikini top. Leon to me looks like the type of guy that’s a fan of materials, so lace, latex, leather, silk, etc. The same way he likes seeing you in lingerie and feeling it on your skin, it’s mostly a sensory thing for him when he tries it on for himself.

Imagine his muscular form adorning something so delicate, that in itself is a contradiction and it’s what makes it so enticing. A grown ass man whose body has been trained to fight things twice to triple his size and strength, now wearing something that could tear if he flexed too hard. But especially his fucking thick THIGHS. Him wearing a thin lace thong that wouldn’t be able to hold all of him in cause of his hips and how wide he is. Any wrong move and that thing will snap apart. But the garter belt and garter duo?? That’s probably the sexiest thing he could wear.

Black lace around his waist only further highlights his hourglass figure, and the way it connects to the strap wrapped around his thighs is just chefs kiss. He’d look up at you with a little smirk on his face, feeling bashful and trying to downplay it or seem more confident than he is cause deep down he’s nervous. It’s like unwrapping a Christmas gift, the way all the pieces work together to make him pretty, how you’ve always thought of him to be. Your eyes just rake over him, growing darker under the light of your bedroom and you’re ready to pounce on him.

It’s even better when you don’t take the lingerie off of him when you fuck him. Rubbing him through the thong will get him into a whimpering mess, and he’ll start to beg for more, staining the material and thrusting his hips up towards your hand to get more friction against his cock. You’d also keep the garter belt on and tug on the lace garter when you suck him off. Pulling his thighs up and fucking into him with your strap, you can really admire him in the lingerie, and it’ll only get him closer to falling apart. He’s just perfect, your pretty doll to tear apart and make a mess out of.

I approve of Leon in lingerie. This message has been stamped and added to the Sub Leon case file.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

seo changbin boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: tomboy by g-idle

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

this soft boy, oh gosh here we go...

he makes my heart skip a beat so this gonna be fun

changbin. the man, the myth, the legend

he's an amazing guy, what can i say? respectful, loyal, genuine... god it's so hard not to fall in love with him

idk as a boyfriend he is just the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. he technically acts the same way with you if he was just besties. the main difference is, once he's your boyfriend he tones up the affection to 100%. no holding back anymore

this man is SO TOUCHY

physical affection is totally his thing. he finds himself just wanting to touch you or hold your hand or anything like that because he just needs that contact

he's not ashamed of any pda. he doesn't care who's watching: he's kissing and cuddling and squishing your cheeks no matter who is watching! he's cute like that

even if the other members were to make fun of him for being a massive softie with you, he literally couldn't care less

"you're just jealous that i'm in a happy relationship"

he's so petty lmaooo

btw i mentioned cuddling... yeah there's gonna be a lot of that

changbin works out a lot. he's got a lot of muscle on him, so his chest and arms proved to be a perfect pillow give me one chance changbin ONE CHANCE IM BEGGING so it only makes sense to snuggle into his perfect body and enjoy having his arms wrapped around you

he likes doing spontaneous things with you. it's always a fun time around him. you're always getting up to some sort of mischief

also loves spoiling you omg

he doesn't make a big deal out of it but damn he buys you so many quality gifts because apparently he can't help it??

will talk to you about anything. usually when he speaks to you it's very casual and general chat. he's very comfortable talking about anything with you. if you want to talk about anything important or personal, he's very attentive and provides you with any support you need

for him, he's a very open person, especially if he has his trust in you. there are not a lot of things he would keep from you. how he views it is: he wouldn't date you if he didn't trust you. and with that, he can know in his heart that he can be vulnerable with you if needed because the mutual love and trust is there

likes to spend his nights just relaxing and unwinding from his busy day at work. there are occasions, of course, when he will stay late at night in the studio or bring some work back to do at home. he tries to make time for you but there are some things he can't help. he appreciates how supportive you are of his career, either way. and he always makes sure how much he loves you for being so kind to him as his partner

above all, he wants to be a source of comfort to you. and he sure does a good job at it

dates with him would include:

gym dates - i mean this goes without saying but if you MUST be told again, changbin loves/lives in the gym. he would love for you to share that part of his life, even if you aren't particularly keen on working out. he also proves to be a very good personal trainer so there's a plus! working to improve himself with you makes going to the gym even more of a joy for him. he would appreciate you joining him a lot and finds it all the more fun to workout with you

food date - a bit of a contradiction, i know. changbin not only loves food but also likes to taste and try different types of food. he loves going to different places in the city to try street food or other snacks that he wouldn't usually get by himself. makes for a fun experience with you <3

late night walks - changbin loves the outside but especially at nightime. he also thinks it's romantic going out for a walk in the dark with the city lights lighting the way. it's a good opportunity to have deeper talks with you as well as check out any nightlife

overall, he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet

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[greythemed]

𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ how is like to date kim gun-woo. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1775.

dating gun-woo was like listening to my love by justin timberlake but the difference is that he wouldn't ask you to be his love bcuz he's a shy boy and would act exactly like only by lee hi

holds the door for you EVERYTIME like it's not even funny how gentleman-ly this man is

first time meeting your family? gun-woo is bringing every dish his lovely mother is capable of preparing in one day because he wants to impress your parents so bad (especially if you come from money while he doesn't) like he is so scared he'll mess something up

LISTENS TO YOU! i think gun-woo would be a good therapy friend but an AMAZING healing-era boyfriend. like family issues? imma suffocate you so hard with my love that you won't need anyone else anymore babygirl.

late-night therapy sessions where you both trade one secret for one kiss because it's cute and vulnerable while laying upside down on your bed and w pinkies intertwined. and if something about the relationship (or smth the other did on the day) is bothering one of you, late-night calls are a MUST - no matter where you are or which time it is.

his only source of relationship advice are guilty kdramas he has watched during the pandemic (when he wasn't punching random henchmen lol) and woo-jin so expect A LOT of misunderstandings from this guy

like one time he thought it'd be cute to surprise you with flowers at your work because he saw it in one kdrama and wanted to do the same but completely forgot you worked at a morgue as a young autopsy so you were horrified for a whole week💀

buys you sweet snacks every time he goes out like it doesn't matter if he's BROKE, he'll bring something for you, and don't bother stressing he'll keep doing the same till eternity no matter what

miss here has a late-night craving? gun-woo is running to the closest store at the darkest crack of dawn to buy you your wish, even if you try to stop him "don't worry, love, i'll be quick" and proceeds to kiss your head while putting his green puffy jacket on and rushing.

honestly let’s talk about that. IT HAS TO GO AWAY. definitely going to be your first gift for him: A NEW JACKET. like give her a break gunwoo-ya, she's not goin' nowhere bestie ✊😔

your 'dynamic trio' is a little stressful at the start. i truly believe woo-jin would test the SHIT out of gun-woo's partner, no matter how much the boxer tries to prove to him you're no threat. like mister mayweather fan won't let you breathe the first time you guys meet, making direct questions like "what are your intentions with my babyboy right here? 🤨" or "if you're planning to leave him someday and brake his heart, i WILL find you"

super-protective woo-jin boyfriend mode is off the instant he finds out you're striving to be a doctor one day and help the world to be a better place and stars are starting to accumulate in your eyes while you talk. (he still threatens you sometimes tho).

after that the DOUBLE DATES' SEASON starts (because woo-jin also has his partner after all) and suddenly your group of friends consists of your boyfriend, your boyfriend's boyfriend, and another unfortunate third wheel caught in their bromance.

he's such a shy baby and you're such a social butterfly girlie so we might have some contradictions about where to go on date nights. like one week is staying in movie nights where you’re all cozy and gun-woo is sleeping at the first five minutes of the movie (“i swear it wasn’t on purpose babe🥺”) and the other is freaking museum rides and “i heard this new place at the mall is SO good we have to try it!!!!”.

but when it comes to physical activities? you’re SO done. like NO GUNWOO I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP 5 IN THE FUCKING MORNING TO RUN AT THE BEACH WITH YOU😡😡😡. (he dreams of the day you’ll say yes).

watching? maybe. he gets all sweaty and sexy for you, i can imagine his partner just staying there in the corner wrapped in a cozy blanket and eating some snacks while he’s working the fuck out in the garage. like i got you bae don't worry! from right here🧍🏻‍♀️ . and he loves it. 

absolutely adores praising, especially regarding his physic or gym evolution and gets all shy when you do it because “really? have you been payin’ attention to me?🥺”.

really values traditional corny-ass attitudes like protecting your head every time you get out of the car, walking on the side closer to the street, holds hands so he literally doesn’t lose you (it happened one time, you saw a rainbow-y burrito trailer and went for it without even thinking), ladies first always, pays for food when you get out or buys you flowers.

after he and woo-jin took their part of the money, the first thing gun-woo did was open his mom’s café and buy them a house just like mister choi said. he started working out more and working on his physic to maybe try and win one more tournament but he ends up meeting you and your father and meeting so many new people that wanted to take him under their wing 😊.

he literally had to pick which sponsor he’d choose to run for the belt. he got quite famous for jumping two categories in one year and from then on gun-woo made a few winning his pro fights.

he did what he loved so you supported him, biting your nails every time he’d take more than one round to knock his opponent out and cheering with his mom beside you in her new apartment every time the fight ended.

you’re so his passenger princess. this man will be moving mountains to do what you want and he’s so good at it.

on days when he’s more clingy and vulnerable expect this tall man to be glued to you. sometimes when you can’t be reached he will just call you to hear your voice on your break from work and straight hit the gym to soothe his anxiety.

in death’s anniversaries, he’d be the same. would stay silent the whole day if you don’t talk to him because it’s so painful to remember what happened to them all in one day. so you need to be careful and engage him in soothing activities or just distract him respectfully. 

nsfw under 🤗

gun-woo is such a giving person and he wouldn't be different in his relationship. sexually speaking? this man doesn't know where to start. you guys end up having a real conversation about this because gun-woo doesn't know how to enjoy things where he's the benefitted one and only wants to give, give, give. its sick.

it doesn't help the man is fixated on eating you out too. like, honestly he'll die a happy man if it is between your legs. at first, you had to teach him a lot of things (you were basically his first everything, after all) and the boxer took that as a fucking challenge. picture that every night he'd be knocking at your door not even saying hello and going straight to business because "i want to do it right this time, angel. is this okay? am i making you feel good?".

*dies while writing this*

there is a gun-woo before ep.6 and another one after ep.6 and we all know it. but the thing he didn't change was his heart, right? so the boy that watched netflix kdramas with his mom after gym sessions during the pandemic while eating ramyeon is the same man that takes you to bed after a romantic date and not only DOESN'T rush you to do anything but also asks if you want him to sleep on the floor because maybe he'll make you uncomfortable?🥺 and he doesn't want that. (even though you've been dating for ages by now lol)

so when you glance at him asking “bae, what are you doing?” he is stuttering like “sleeping on t-the… floor?” “get your ASS back here mister kim imma teach you how to be a man😾”

honestly, he finds you SO funny that even during sexy time he’ll laugh at your jokes. like genuinely laugh and you’d consequently laugh at his reaction too and then sexy time is gone for the next 10 whole minutes till he shuts you up and goes back to business.

big boy up and down we've all been through that already, right? right.

sometimes it pisses you off that he takes everything so serious and it takes the sparkle away for you. but it’s because everything is so new to him that he feels like he has to be amazing on his first try and it infuriates you.

“you good?” he raises his head and looks into your eyes in confusion. “you’re doing it again, can’t you please just feel instead of thinking for once?” you question and his big round eyes make an appearance. “oh… i’m sorry”. and starts doing it right because in his head, that was also a challenge.🙄

gun-woo is a shy man. while i do not agree when i see people calling him a bottom, he’s not approaching you first babe get over it. gun-woo is the type of man that needs a little “it’s okay i want sexy time now pls” so his key is finally turned and the beast is unleashed. not saying he’s a freak because he’s probably a super traditional guy but you know what i mean.

that drabble i wrote? he needs your okay first to iniciate anything. my man could be busting his pants, fully hard n leaking and won’t even utter a word.

stamina>>> he's an athlete like c'mon

don't expect any replies from this man if you send him nudes in the middle of the day someday. boy will be BLUSHING the rest of his chores forever. and he won't have the heart to stare at you for a whole week if you don't approach him first.

you'd be all "lol you're blushing baby 🤭😆" and he'd be like "why did you do this to me?🥺🥺🥺 now i want you more for the rest of my life and forever".

you cannot say that this man doesn't feel like some of justin bieber's songs (specially company like ok i might have to make a playlist just about him)

i'm going to end this here and let y'all starve.

making a playlist about him after this for safety purposes. i could make this for hours and hours no joke, mom come pick me up pls i'm scared.

#kim geun woo x reader #woo do hwan #kim gun woo #bloodhounds smut #bloodhounds kim geun woo #bloodhounds #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds kdrama #bloodhounds netflix

[chainmailchalamet]

sugar high 🍒

synopsis: sugar daddy hs, always black n non-binary reader, established dynamic w/ some power play, possessive language, lil degradation, spit kink, mean dom(ish) hs, yktfv

Harry is…complex, by nature. He is a well curated structure of contradictions. He is a rockstar, an animal, a glossy beastly thing on stage. He glows under the spotlight, basking in all that concentrated attention with the air of a man who deserves every last drop. He is a hip roller, a tongue wagger, a dark eyed pretty boy dream. He’s sharp cut hips, tatted all over and wrapped up in glitter.

He is also a cream puff — that’s the version of him you met first, assisting a stylist on a Gucci suiting campaign. You’d steamed his double breasted coat, matched the ties to his green-glass eyes, buttoned him up all snug in his dress-shirt. And he’d blushed and dimpled his way through all of it. Told you that you didn’t have to do all that (“I kind of do, darling, it’s my job”), said please and thank you and stood where he was supposed to stand and made everyone laugh and look at him all fond because he was a professional sweetheart, an actual dream to work with. With the way he acted, you couldn’t tell he found you attractive until after the shoot wrapped and he walked up to you all bashful to ask for your number. It was the way he stated his intentions that got you, the way he said, soft and steady “anything you want, we can do anything you want as long as I can keep you company”.

He took you for squid ink pasta for the first date, because you’d never had it. He showed you how he liked his oysters (“a little lemon, just a squeeze..”) and how to tip them back into your mouth to taste them, and he watched the way your lips wrapped round the shell with a low heat gaze, kept his desire on the simmer like he didn’t want to scare him away. You let your inhibitions sink away into a glass of champagne, flirted with him in the same breath you talked his ear off about your job, about the books you were reading, about your vision for the future. He was so like you — the same raw ambition, the same comfort in the way you wore your skin that you’d both fought tooth and nail for, the same wicked tongue. You liked to make him blush, to tease him until he was giggling in faux offense (“it is not a whore house, it’s a family show, that’s the whole point!” “sir, at last show you sang the words “if you’re getting yourself wet for me”, and then rubbed your fingers together to demonstrate said wetness, those are the actions of a whore!”), until he let some of that babygirl cupcake act drop long enough to thumb some passion fruit sorbet from the corner of your lip and take it into his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning a little under his breath like you just tasted that good.

The second date was a flea market in the south of France. He prepared you with a simple instruction to pack light, and in response to your question about the cost of the train and accommodation and time off work he responded the same — kissed you on the temple and said “I’ll take care of all of it, you don’t have to worry about a thing, you can have anything you want, sweetheart”.

And then he did, took care of every detail — told your boss he was borrowing you for a shoot (“bring them back in one piece, styles, they’re one of our best” “mm, no promises”), got the both of you a private carriage so you could watch the grey London skyline fade away into lush fields of lavender, held your hand all the way, looked at you like you were the best view in sight, whisked you away to a cute little hostel where no one but the owners recognized him (the lady of the house absolutely fawned over him, called him strawberry boy, chided him for being gone for so long).

You used maybe two braincells that weekend — he made sure of that. Every whim, he tended to. If you wanted coffee, he went to the market and fetched you something freshly ground with notes of toffee and dark chocolate. If your stomach rumbled, he sat you down on the kitchen counter and fixed you lemon pasta, fed you dates by hand while the sauce settled, stole kisses in-between bites — cupped your face in his hands and licked into your mouth and said “feel so lucky, can’t believe your here, are you happy, what do you need, whatever you want, wanna give you everything…”.

You let him fuck you during that trip. After a dreamy morning picnicking with a jar of strawberry preserves and fresh bread and heavenly salted butter, and a whole day at the markets where he bought you a whole new wardrobe, gently insisting that he wanted to do this for you. “Harry, this is vintage alaïa, I don’t need that” you’d said. “You’re a stylist, sweetheart, might come in handy — and you’ve been eyeing it up since you saw it, at least try it on, yeah? See how you feel after”.

You’d tried it on, and it fit so perfect your mouth went a little dry — and his eyes on you, the way he smoothed his hands over your hips and told you that “you look so pretty, angel, prettiest fucking thing I ever saw” made you light-headed, running your thighs together in the dressing room. He liked doing that to you, putting you in pretty things, seeing you admire yourself. He bought you the alaïa, the cavalli handbag, a silk Gucci scarf — he was still polite, still your sweet thoughtful boy, but you could see through the cracks to what lay beneath that. The power he held over you, the obvious pleasure he took in being able to take care of you, showering you in nice things, the way he made you feel you didn’t have to think about anything when you were with him because he could do the thinking for you.

That’s the man that took you to bed. The one that told you to put your pretty new things away and wait for him in the bedroom while he tucked the groceries away. The one who met you with hungry eyes when he found you stripped down to your new chocolate brown agent provocateur set and kneeling on the bed and just clicked his tongue and asked you if he told you to do that. Tutted when you looked at him all confused and tried to explain yourself, shushed you and said (with the same quiet intensity as the first day he met you), “not your fault baby, didn’t have to think at all today, you’re just my pretty little doll, huh?”

that’s the Harry that felt every bit of your mouth with his fingers, pressed down on your tongue until you drooled a little and then made fun of you for it. The one that wouldn’t let you touch his dick until he worked you up so good that you thought you would cry, ran his tongue over the lace on your body, teased over every single sensitive inch of you until you were shaking and begging (“please, Harry please, just touch me, anything, anything” “look at you — pretty fucking mess for me, huh? wanna see you cry, baby, can’t give you my dick unless you ask real nice for me”).

He fucked you slow and deep with a hand wrapped around your neck, told you that one day he’d buy you something shiny to lay where his hand had been, but until then you’d just have to wear his fingers around your throat — told you that it was his favorite thing you’d tried on all day, called you his doll, his baby, his perfect little slut. “M’gonna give you everything you fucking want,” he said, licking the salt off your skin as it trailed down your cheek, pulling your head back to spit in your mouth and rub it into your tongue (“filthy thing, you like that? nuh-uh? you got real tight on me, baby, you must really like that”), rolling his hips and driving in hard until your eyes rolled back and you couldn’t even find your voice to beg him for more. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you? Not gonna fight me, are you baby? Just gonna let me take care of everything, I know what you need, daddy’s gonna give you fucking everything — that’s it, angel, just shut the fuck up and take it, you’re so good at that”.

He made you come like that, and then flipped you over, lifted your hips up and licked you out from the back, slapped you across the clit if you tried to run away from it, told you to “take it, don’t fucking run, gonna make a big mess aren’t you, show me, fuckin’ show me, that’s so good, you’re so good”, and then fucked you like that — pushed your face into the mattress and laid into you until you did make a mess, till you were drooling with it.

He was back in full sweetheart mode when he was done with you — ran you a bath and toweled you dry and held you in his arms till you fell asleep, kissed your head and said “thank you, baby, did so good for me, gave me everything I’ll ever need”. He was complex like that — a menace, an angel, a demon, a fucking fairytale prince. And you were lucky enough that you got to see every inch of it, bask in the flow of it.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles x black!reader #harry styles smut #domrry #mean dom harry styles #black oc

[tropes-and-tales]

DRUNK DANCING with Ghost, plz!!! 🖤

Everyone in the 141 unwinds differently.  Captain Price likes a quiet spot to let his thoughts spool out as he smokes a good cigar.  Gaz goes home, slips into the civilian life like a second suit.  Soap and Ghost both like to go to a dark bar and enjoy a pint, let the alcohol dull the edges of their pain of the things they see and do in their work.

You?  You like a dark bar and a pint too, but you prefer to find a club—a certain type of club, one of those shady looking warehouses full of shadowy corners and drumming basslines and floors sticky from spilled drinks.  Ghost has tailed you enough times to see the frenetic way you drink and then the frenetic way you dance, the way you lose yourself in the alcohol and darkness and music and crush of bodies.  

It’s a strange thing to witness from the sidelines.  You’re in your own world, eyes squeezed shut as you dance.  Ghost knows the weight you carry as the team’s sniper.  The judgement calls that you always have to make.  The possible guilt of killing an innocent.  The possible guilt of getting a teammate killed.  Being perched somewhere alone while the rest of the team works on the ground.  It’s strange to know that these moments of unwinding come from a desire to shed that guilt, to unburden yourself from the perpetual sadness you feel.

It's a strange thing to witness because Ghost knows what drives you, but he also can’t help but admire you as you dance.  The abandon of it, the way you move…he hates that it affects him the way it does.  He hates the way it heats his blood, makes him half-hard just to watch the sensual way you sway to the heavy beat.  He hates the way jealousy bumps up against rage when you dance with another man.  He hates the way his thoughts get away from him, imagining you with your dance partner in a random seedy hotel room, being taken advantage of.

Any random man would never understand you the way he does.  Any random man would never see the contradictions in you:  the killer with the heavy guilt, the hard exterior hiding the softest heart in the world.

Ghost always leaves you alone on these nights, no matter how much it hurts to see you take random men by the hand and lead them away.  He always swallows down his jealousy, his disappointment.  He’d never interfere in your life, but yet….

But yet, no other man understands you the way he does.

His feet lead him out of the shadows and through the crush of people on the dance floor.  Those that see him move for him, the hulking man in the skull mask.  Those that don’t see him are gently pushed aside as he makes his way to you.

You’re dancing with a seedy looking asshole, but the seedy asshole is smart:  he catches sight of Ghost and scampers away.  You turn and see him, and your face twists into confusion before you smile and throw your arms around his waist.

“Hey!” you shout above the music.  “What’re you doing here?”

“Keeping an eye on you,” he answers.  He bends his head and wraps a tentative arm around you, meets you halfway in the hug.  Even through his mask he can smell your hair, the softness of your shampoo mingled with the honest scent of your sweat.

“Dance with me, Ghost.”  You release him, and it’s an order, not a request.  You reach out and grasp his wrist, lift his arm, do a little spin underneath it.  You hold onto him and lean against him, your back to his chest.

Ghost isn’t a dancer.  He can’t think of a time he ever has danced, yet his body reacts to the feeling of you leaning into him.  You still have a hold on his one wrist—you’ve caught him under the cuff of his jacket, and your hand burns his bare skin like a brand.  He places his free hand on your waist, steadies himself.  He finds the rhythm and sways with you, both of you lost in the music and the darkness and each other.

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[prismuffin]

Could we get some Ethan hunt x old teammates m!Reader, where they have a kinda love/hate relationship yk? Were teammates because maybe the reader did something Ethan and the whole corporation didn't see fit so they went into hiding. But now (speaking of the latest movie) Ethan needs help and since he knows that he can trust the reader he tries to find him. Obviously they meet at some point maybe venice? but only because the reader caught wind of whats going on and also only helping Ethan because he has a grudge against Gabriel. I would like the reader to be more focused on stealth, like the best, no one can detect him, and maybe that also reflects in his fighting style.

Idk i hope you understand, not really good at describing what's going on in my brain

A/n: I totally understand and thanks for answering my call for M:I requests! I hope I did this one justice- also writing fights is hard as shit

Someone He Could Trust

Ethan Hunt x male!reader

( summary: After an old friend reaches out to you for help, you decide to go to a party in Venice )

Warnings?: spoilers for Mission: Impossible Dead Reckoning!! , mentions of guns, violence, fighting, knives, killing, light swearing, mentions of alcohol

!-!more under the cut!-! After all these years, the last thing you expected was a message from him. Ethan Hunt. An old...co-worker...of yours from before 96'. You both used to work together back then, not ever fully trusting one another, though you admit that that's mostly your fault. There were a few times where you may have left him in the dark but only when you knew he could get out of it easily. The last time you had though didn't go so well, a lot of people died and it ended with him being caught. You'd thought he was dead or in jail but time told a different story as you found out he was recruited by the IMF, a government organization that uses the skills of people like you and him to do dirty work behind the scenes.

"I need your help, I need someone I can trust." The message he left you included a file with a picture of a certain key. You'd heard of these things recently, everyone was racing to be the first to get both parts of the key. What exactly it unlocked you're unsure of and judging by the extent of Ethan's research he doesn't either. Though the key wasn't the only thing that caught your attention, a single name had as well. Gabriel. If you remember correctly he should be dead, if he's wrapped up in all of this then it can't be good. Either way, the last thing that lay within the file is a single invitation to a club in Venice Italy. Smirking, you stood, a party doesn't sound like a bad idea.

After a quick flight, you landed in Venice around 11pm, heading to one of the many canals in Italy you entered a boat that rowed you down to a hole in the wall building, the neon lights and loud music shaking the walls around you as you stepped out the boat, letting yourself get frisked before going inside. Entering the party, you straightened your tux as you scanned your surroundings, people danced on display like art as guests around them talked and drank. It was casual and not at the same time. Moving around the crowd of people you walked closer to the bar only to stop as you recognized a certain bearded man. Gabriel. He was older now, obviously, and he stood close to a woman you didn't recognize. You went just close enough to hear them, turning to not draw attention to yourself as you listened in on their conversation. "I don't have it on me," the woman spoke, ah so she was wrapped up in all of this. "I wouldn't expect you to," Gabriel spoke after her, "In any case, I'm not here for the key." 'He's not? Well, that's a contradiction,' you thought to yourself as you watched him turn his back to the bar, you moved to not be in his direct line of sight. "What do you want?" the woman asked though Gabriel seemed to dodge the question. "Suppose while we're waiting I tell you a little story," "You're obviously not the person I came here to meet." The woman said before deciding to walk away but stopped as Gabriel spoke again. "it's your story, Grace," So Grace was her name, "I know how it ends, let me buy you a drink and perhaps we can change it." Though you felt the urge to help this woman she's not who you came here for. Speaking of who you came for, looking near the entrance you saw him with a woman you'd seen before, though only briefly. British intelligence? You're pretty sure, or at least she used to be. Too bad you can't exactly remember her name. You moved again as they fully entered the party before getting stopped by someone who they then followed. Directing your attention back onto Gabriel and the woman you heard Gabriel telling her more about Ethan, though the way he was putting it made Ethan seem like this master manipulator to every woman he ever came across. You clenched your jaw as his story continued, he made it seem like it was Ethan's fault for the death of Marie when it was really he who'd killed her. "Grace," You were shocked to see Ethan just casually walk up to them both, he glanced over, noticing you and you winked before you quickly moved, preferring to offer him backup in the shadows if and when he needed it. You watched as they all talked before the white widow, or Alana as you know her, came over and decided to bring them all upstairs to talk. You'd crossed paths with her before but even then you doubt you'd be able to randomly convince her to let you follow them all the way upstairs. Still, you tailed them until you couldn't, deciding to linger until a fight broke out.

"Let's fan out, Hunt's here somewhere," You perked up at those words as you turned to notice two men, they nodded at each other before attempting to blend in. But to you, they stood out like a sore thumb. You were conflicted about staying near Hunt but knew he could at least handle himself against people he knew were threats. To you, these two were unknown threats that he'd unknowingly have to counter eventually. Taking them out now would be ideal you thought and so you followed them. If they moved far enough from Hunt then they wouldn't be a problem at all and you could return to him.

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Tailing them didn't last too long, the venue was rather large and it didn't take them long to get far from Ethan. You walked back inconspicuously before stopping as you noticed a few guards run past you towards Ethans location. They ran up the stairs and you watched as Ethan jumped from the railing, spooking the patrons as he ran through the crowd. Following after him as quickly as you could without drawing as much attention to yourself you found him saving that girl from earlier, Grace, from two men. Fighting them off as best he could as she ran. He called out to her but she didn't come back to help, scoffing you pulled out two sai's from your person. Wasting no time you jumped on the back of one guy, putting a quick end to his life before you turned, narrowly missing Ethan's head as you plunged one of your sai's into the eye of the second guard. Ethan stood, watching as you removed your weapon, flicking the blood off. "Long time no see huh?" You said, watching the slightly out of breath Ethan tilt his head briefly as he nodded. "Yeah well," he shrugged before looking past you, seeing Grace's retreating form he moved to follow her only to stop and do a double take near the grounds. You peeked, noticing the two guys from earlier, they noticed Ethan before running to stop him, was everyone really after this guy? "I'll deal with them, you go after her," You said and he nodded. "There's a safe-house, third floor, south of Minich Bridge, my teams waiting there!" He yelled to you as he began running and you nodded, preparing yourself for the company of the two men.

Hiding beside the entrance to the corridor you were just in you waited for them to run in. The older white guy ran in first followed by his younger partner, who you went for first, hitting him hard with the back of your sai. He fell quick and quiet, though not quiet enough as the older guy seemed to notice immediately. He turned quickly, pointing his gun at you and firing off a few shots though you threw down a smoke bomb of sorts, blinding the man. You waited, moving slowly behind his person to strike again though he had anticipated your attack, blocking you last second though not before you were able to knock the gun out of his hand. He was strong and well-trained but you've taken down men bigger than him. He threw a few punches that you'd dodged before countering, causing him to stagger as the smoke started to dissipate. Kicking him, he flew off to the side, hitting the railing of the balcony. Grabbing your sai's again you were ready to finish the job, pulling your arm back to ready yourself for your attack you were suddenly pushed from behind. You hit the railing, your Sai's falling out your hand. "Shit," you were quick to turn, kicking the younger guy down, how he got back up that fast you were unsure.

Moving quickly you fought the younger guy off, not forgetting about your older opponent who had recovered from his initial fall. You threw a punch at the younger guy who'd blocked it but you'd countered quicker than he thought. Punching him in his throat he fell to the floor struggling to breathe, giving you enough time to turn and kick the older guy in his knee, knocking him down as you used your leg and wrapped it around his throat, effectively knocking you both to the ground as you choked him out with the strength of your thighs. He punched your side but you held out long enough for him to stop struggling. As soon as he was unconscious you moved to knock out the young guy again who had weakly put his fists up to fight back. Smirking you hummed, "What a shame, you're kinda cute." He charged at you and you sidestepped him. He turned quickly just in time to get kicked in the chest making him fall on his back. Some might say you should never kick someone when they're already down but you say that's the perfect time to strike. Delivering one final kick to his head, you knocked the consciousness out of his body.

Sighing you looked at the two unconscious bodies before stretching, "Finally." You moved to grab the guns that had since been forgotten in the hand-to-hand combat that just ensued before leaving the way Ethan did. You doubt you'd catch up to him now so it was better to just try and find that safe-house he'd told you about.

-

Finding the bridge Ethan told you about wasn't hard though you were more than shocked to find Ethan there, above a woman who was now dead. Grace stood behind him, unsure of what to do. "Ethan?" you walked up the bridge, but his eyes never left the woman. "She's.." he muttered, not finishing his sentence. Looking at the woman you recognized her from earlier she was that former British Intelligence agent whose name you didn't even remember. Now though it's clear that she meant a lot to Ethan. Kneeling down to his level you hesitantly placed a hand on his back. "I'm sorry Ethan," Hearing a boat come down the canal you were quick to remove your suit jacket, delicately placing it over her as the boat neared.

Ethan stood, still looking down at the body before ripping his eyes away from the scene. You placed your hand on his back again, shocked when he leaned into your touch. "I'm sorry," Grace spoke up but Ethan quickly shut her down. "No, it's not your fault. It's Gabriel's." He stated matter-of-factly, anger dripping from his tone. The boat finally neared and stopped making both you and Ethan look up. "Benji," Ethan said, referring to the man driving the boat. "He's on our side?" You asked and Ethan nodded. The man now known as Benji seemed relieved that Ethan was ok but confused at your presence. "I'll explain who he is later, right now...let's just get back to the safe-house...I need to think," Ethan spoke to Benji who nodded before he urged Grace onto the boat. Hopping over the railing yourself you landed with a huff onto the speedboat, sitting in the tight space before Ethan sat next to you. He held a somber expression on his face as Benji turned the boat around. Bumping him with your shoulder, you offered him a smile, "We'll make him pay for this Ethan. I promise." You whispered and Ethan looked at you. You both gave each other a determined nod at the mutual agreement and he offered you a brief smile, but it quickly fell again One way or another you were going to find Gabriel and kill him.

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[rinbowaman]

i know we all see how desperate and needy heethan is but i want to see yn that way cuz i know he would just have the time of his live when that happens!!

oh you got it. that will actually be a very good thing to add in chapter 16, my brain is already working something up for that. :) thank you for the ask! this is good! this is very good.

EDIT: I just added the reaction below bc i realize i forgot to paste it below -____-

When Heeseung had to tend to an internship event with Jake that took the entire day, you had no idea that you would have been as bored and lonely as you had felt when you sat alone in his room.

The day was excruciatingly long, he wasn't even able to text or call as often as he would have liked. You already knew, though the extent of his pain in being away from you for so long and not being able to reach out, was way more intense than you had thought. The man had nearly gone insane and snapped, according to Jake, who had detailed Heeseung's behavior much later on.

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Waiting as night fell, the pain that you felt in your chest from missing him became too great. It was so lonely, and cold. Most of the time, Heeseung's hands would always be chilled to the bone, yet would warm up quickly when touching your skin, thus warming you. It seems contradicting, but somehow, his cold fingers would warm you to the very bone. You melt.

'I can't ever be without him like this again....'

You mentally noted to yourself as you grew... 'anxious?'

Never have you felt this way for someone's company. It never happened....

'What is going on with me? He's going to be back...why am I...?'

The image of his handsome face appeared in your eyes, you yearned for his touch, his presence, for the sound of his voice. Perhaps it's because you got used to it, seeing as that you spend every waking moment together...or maybe....

Maybe it was because of how he carried himself. His tall and lethal frame, with that cold and hard glare he always issued out to everyone...yet would glisten with stars in his eyes the moment he sets his sights on you.

The way his forearms looked so beautiful and masculine whenever he wore those casual long sleeve shirts and rolled the sleeves a quarter way up...God how much you loved it when he flared his skin that way.

His hands always looking so strong, the veins that trailed up his arms and decorated the back of his palms outlined the years, hours, and days that he put forth into perfecting every craft he's mastered such as dance, basketball, martial arts, and even rugby and a little bit of football. The man truly was unreal, he was a God, a descendant of the great deities in the old and ancient world.

The fact that all the women that would so much as take one glance at him, and falter immediately, while sometimes made you irritated at how far they expressed their desperation for him, would also flatter you as you become overwhelmed with the fact that you have something that everyone else wants, but cannot have....because he was all yours.

Finally, you hear a car pull up from downstairs through the window that sit above his bed. Looking out, you recognize it as your beloved. Unable to contain yourself after thinking of him, to the point where your senses became enraged with the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologned, you rush downstairs and exit the front door.

Running up to him as he exit out of his car, he catches sight of the pretty doll that rushes over to him. Wearing one of his t-shirts, that fitted you like a mini dress. You looked sexy, carefree, and so dear to him like that. Your hair flowing freely as you run through the brisk cold wind and immediately jump up to wrap your arms around his neck, as your legs wrap around his waistline.

Immediately sensing how much you missed him, he chuckles against your neck as he held you against his frame while you remain suspended in the air, wrapped all over him.

The moment you felt his chuckle vibrate against your neck, your grip around his neck tightens.

"Missed me?" he asks in a teasing manner, yet his voice remained dark, deep, and very calm as always.

'God yes....'

You tried your best to remain composed, yet, inch by inch you felt yourself faltering and exposing your neediness for him. Which he obviously could see as the signs were recognizable for someone who has enumerated those very traits since the moment he saw you.

'Oh yes you did. Hehehehe' he mentally chuckles to himself.

The smell of his cologne punches your nostrils, you begin kissing his face relentlessly, the man didn't even have the chance to reach behind and close his car door as his face was trying to respond to your beautiful tender pecks. Issuing them back to you, he finally falters into the immense attention he was receiving from you.

"Mmphm...oh yeah?" he manages out in between your kisses.

"Yes...I missed you."

"Well lets go do something about it." he snarks calmly, carrying you up to his room as if you were a goose feather on his finger.

As he plummeted into you with his thrusts, fucking all of the feeling of lonliness and despair out of you, you felt whole again with him near you, inside of you, on top of you....

"Do-dont leave me...please." you moan out in between his thrusts.

"I'm....never leaving baby...I'm going....to...always...be...here." he groans out in between his thrusts, growling as he issues out his own deep gasps at the feeling of your cavity surrounding his shaft; feeling warm and like the finest silk the world has to offer.

Upon hearing his words, your walls clenched. You recognize the vibration in his motions as he was about to cum.

"P-please cum inside me. Don't leave me. Please! Do-dont leave me alone again!" you moan out.

"Mmmm...never baby! ....Never.....I'm never leaving..." he gasps out in between each sloppy thrust, and finally, releases a days' worth of yearning desire he had forced to contain from being away from you.

Recovering from your high's, you initiated the cuddling as you immediately latched on to him, not wanting to let go. Which he became so delighted in recieving, he loved how needy you were to feel him next to you, let alone being close. It was....

"Hmmm....you missed me that much?" his voice took a deeper tone. An infamous sinister smirk appears on his face, as it still appeared handsome in the most evil way it could appear.

"Yessssssss....I did....please don't leave me again. I'll do anything, please be with me. Touch me. Please touch me and do everything to me. Please...Ethan..." her voice was high and echoed like the whistling of chimes.

"Mmm...Eden....my Eden...."

#anon answered #anon ask #lovely anon #heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #heeseung hard hours

[dreamerball]

steve harrington: love languages

summary - steve's love languages

warnings - so much fluff

first time writing for steve! i love this boy so much-

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physical touch steve is such a cuddlebug. he will be touching you any chance he gets. he always has his arm around your shoulder, a hand on your thigh when he’s driving or his pinky wrapped around yours. it’s a constant reminder that you’re there and not leaving. he’s yours and you’re his. at night, he holds you tightly in his arms, like he’s afraid of you leaving him. he’s alone often when his parents go on business trips and it truly takes a toll on him. he gets anxious when he’s alone and hates falling asleep knowing there’s nobody in the house. so when you’re next to him, wrapped tightly in his arms, he feels a lot better. 

also, kisses are a big thing for him. he loves to plant kisses on your face, neck, shoulders and hands, everywhere he can reach. when you visit him at work, he keeps the pda to a minimum, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. but when the two of you are alone, he can’t keep his hand off of you. he’s always kissing, touching, appreciating. it‘s like he needs to be close to you at all times. he has so much love to give, and has finally found the one he loves most, so he needs to release all of that love. you’re not complaining, though. 

words of affirmation  between his parents constantly telling him he’s not good enough and his friends making fun of him for being unable to get a girlfriend, steve’s confidence has definitely taken a hit. he pretends to not care about it all, but deep down, all of the comments truly hurt him. so when you come into his life, constantly telling him he’s beautiful and loved, he tears up a little. because suddenly there’s someone who contradicts the other sounds he’s been hearing for years, who makes him feel better about himself. and so, he never gets enough of hearing you say he’s pretty and smart.

also! don’t forget about the pet names! the first time you call steve pretty boy or baby, he shuts down. he drops everything he’s holding and just stares at you, a soft blush covers his face, which keeps happening every time you call him anything other than his name. this man also has a praise kink, but that’s a conversation for another time. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #steve harrington smut

[beneathashadytree]

Could you write ChubbyLevi x f!reader ? I mean imagine him with curves like his face is filled out , his cheeks are chubbier , his waist is getting plumped without forgetting his cute rounded tummy (fluff) <3

FULL OF LOVE - LEVI ACKERMAN X READER

Warnings : this is set after the second timeskip, chubby!Levi, semi-nudity ig, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.7K words

Additional notes : I’ve missed writing for this man sm🥹 He’s one of my first ever anime crushes, and writing for him feels so nostalgic. Also consider me a co-founder of the chubby!Levi agenda🫣 I wrote this with a gender-neutral reader, because as I said before, unless it has something to do with the plot, or if it’s an emergency request, then I’m most comfortable writing the reader as gender-neutral. I hope you’re fine with that, and I hope you enjoy this! 🥰

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“Tired already?” they asked from their armchair by the window, watching Levi as he sighed, slumping against his chair.

“Massive fucking headache. They were piss-drunk half an hour in,” he rolled his eyes, though they could detect traces of a fond look in them.

“They go all out like this every year, huh?” they grinned, as he languidly pushed himself off the chair and onto the bed. He began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room. It seemed like he’d gotten a little hot, if the light sheen of sweat on his pale skin was anything to go by. Once his crisp pants had followed suit and crumpled on the floor, he shifted on the mattress and settled down with a grunt.

They eyed the messy dirty laundry with a look of surprise. “That drained, huh?”

“Smartass,” he grumbled, “Just leave it there. I’ll get that shit done by the morning. Just… not now.”

Nodding, they didn’t protest to that. Knowing just how overwhelmed their husband gets at social functions, it was only natural that he’d feel exhausted by the end of the day—even if the day in question was for celebrating the war veterans’ efforts. After all these years, the toll it had taken on him and on everyone else was still apparent. In his case, it seemed that his social battery drained faster than usual.

And as they walked up to him, already clad in their sleeping clothes, they could see how else the war had affected him—or rather, how what had come after it had. Having finally been relieved of his duties, Levi had little to do that resembled his past athleticism. Given his severe injuries too, he’d struggled to adjust for a while with only one functioning eye, missing fingers, and battered legs. He was still wincing on the bed from some pains that needled his knees.

The former Captain had always been on the smaller side, his lean muscles and short stature working in his favor. His childhood had been far from a bed of roses, and his lifestyle as an adult didn’t exactly warrant a healthy nourishment. But now, as they curled up into his side in bed, pulling the covers up to their neck and having a lovesick expression on their face staring at him, the one thing they loved the most about his retirement was how he’d filled out.

His face was now round, cheeks plump and rosy with the vibrancy of life. Pressing a kiss to each, they reveled in how the soft skin warmed under their lips. It was endearing, really; how his stoic façade was always broken by his reaction to their affections. Wrapping their arms around his waist, they noted how his waist was now big enough for them to squeeze and dig their fingers into the fat spilling over the waistband of his underwear.

“Stop playing around. It’s late,” Levi grumbled, though they knew that it was just him brushing off how flustered he was. Honestly, it made them laugh a little as his actions contradicted his words, what with him leaning into their touch.

“Alright, alright, you big baby.” Their heart went out to him as they saw his eyes slowly drooping shut, and so they brushed back his ebony hair to press a quick kiss to his forehead, one that he was quick to tentatively but gently return. Once that part of their nightly routine was done, they rested their arms around his belly, all soft contours and well-loved skin; scars and all.

Levi had gone through all the seasons of change, in terms of physical appearance and mental fortitude. He’d been past the gates of hell and barely pulled back from them, and had lost parts of himself in the process—both literally, and figuratively. But one thing that had remained constant was the heart that brimmed with unspoken words of love that threatened to spill over.

And now, with his relaxed expression as he slipped into a once-impossible-to-get slumber, his soft chub underneath their palms, and his warm embrace that somehow reassured them more than anything else ever could, they honestly believed that this was the sort of bliss that was only promised to the saints.

Perhaps he was one, in a twisted sort of way.

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[minimitchell]

i couldn’t stop thinking about ben coming home to callum tonight, just being ridiculously grateful for his husband and his interference. so if you also can’t stop thinking about that then here:

It’s already completely dark by the time Ben gets back to the flat.

The square is already tinged in the dark hues of the evening, only illuminated by the bright streetlights and warm glow coming from the houses surrounding them. There was only a dim light coming from the inside of the Vic when Ben passed it on the way here, contradicting his belief that it had fully reopened now. He could swear it was open yesterday when he and Callum had passed it with their shopping.

Ben would’ve stayed at Peggy’s for a while longer had Jay asked him to - hell, he does have like three days of wasted stag planning-time to catch up on - but he could tell Jay was itching to go back to Lola’s. Apparently, there was a small hiccup with her hen do-planning as well today and Jay wanted to know how it went.

And if he’s being honest, Ben is also itching to go home.

Because he knows Callum is there waiting for him. And even better, he also knows that Vi is at bingo for a little while longer, so he doesn’t even have to worry about her throwing him one of her barbs when he keeps telling his husband how much he loves him within earshot of her. Because telling Callum exactly that is certainly at the top of his agenda after today.

Ben had only sent Callum a heart emoji after his chat with Jay in the café, followed by a quick text to let him know he’d be at Peggy’s with Jay for a while, finally fulfilling his best man duties. The only response he’d gotten back from Callum was a simple ‘good xx’ but Ben had definitely felt the smugness oozing from just these few letters. Callum is definitely going to say he told Ben so.

He finds his husband in the kitchen, wiping down the counters and tidying up the mess that accumulated there over the course of the day. He’s on the night shift again tomorrow and cleaning the flat now means he’s able to spend more time with Ben before work tomorrow - and that definitely also suits Ben just fine.

“Honey, I’m home.”

Callum turns to face him at the announcement, an amused smile already tugging at his lips. The sleeves of his checkered shirt are pushed up to his elbows and his hair is soft and flat on his head like he’s taken a shower not long before Ben arrived home. He looks soft. He looks like home.

“I take it you two managed to work it out?”

Ben doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he waits until he has thrown his keys onto the counter and has stepped right in front of Callum before he huffs out a little grunt, arms coming up to wrap around Callum’s middle. Ben presses his face into the fabric covering Callum’s chest, ear resting over the steady rhythm of Callum’s heart.

His husband’s embrace has been his biggest source of comfort these past few weeks, this one in particular more than others. He might’ve tried to appear as unbothered as possible by Jay seemingly not asking him to be best man but Ben was hurt and disappointed by it. No matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise.

And no matter how hard he tried to downplay that fact in front of Callum, he knew his husband could look right through that front. If the fact that Callum knows him better than anyone and has always been able to look past Ben’s pretense hadn’t given it away, it definitely had been the way Ben burrowed himself into Callum’s arms at any given chance and made him hold on tightly.

“There might have been a tiny misunderstanding.”

“I’m trying really hard not to say I told you so.”

They stay locked like this for a few more moments; Callum’s hands interlinking against the small of Ben’s back, his thumb minutely brushing against Ben’s sweater. Ben can almost physically feel the tension melting away from his bones, muscles loosening and thoughts clearing. There’s no denying Callum is his safe space, his anchor, his voice of reason. After this week, the last one is clearer than ever.

“Thank you. For banging our heads together.”

Ben presses the words into Callum’s gray shirt, voice soft and barely audible if it weren’t for the almost non-existent space between them. It’s enough for Callum though, it always is, and he responds to it by pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of Ben’s head.

“Course.”

“Sorry I’m always so pig-headed.”

He feels Callum’s chest shake underneath his head and soon after there’s that chuckle he loves to hear so much filling his ears as well. He’ll never not be thankful that he gets to hear it again. That Callum can laugh again after everything that happened last year. That they can laugh together again. He’ll never not be thankful to have Callum in his life, always understanding but trying to guide Ben in the right direction as well. He’ll never not be thankful for the never-ending indulgence Callum has for Ben’s moods and his knowledge when to challenge him on them and when to simply take them lightly.

“I wouldn’t want to have you any other way.”

Yeah, he’s definitely grateful for Callum.

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Drama queen or not.”

He might have to start listening to Callum a little more often.

#ballum #ballum fic #my writing #teeny tiny 900 word coda i guess #mostly to get this image out of my head #also i'm rusty okay. my writing is rusty

[knuts-and-bolts]

my takes on religion

i know, it’s a very hot topic (always has been) and pretty bold thing to talk about on the internet given how people are on here, but i wanted to share some thoughts. i don’t think i’m inherently right on this and i’m not open to debate because that’s not the point of this, i’m just putting some thoughts out there.

i was raised Episcopalian and Presbyterian, two pretty open denominations of christianity. i went to an episcopal school from kindergarten to 8th grade, and i studied religion the whole time i was there. i’m elementary school, we learned the basics of the bible and christian beliefs. in middle school we learned more in depth about the more complex parts of religion. i’m 8th grade i took a class called world religions, the purpose of which was to learn about religions outside of our own.

the class was taught by an episcopal man, and the denomination is known for its openness to other religions. we learned about all the big brand name religions, but one thing in particular stick with me. i was taught that the purpose of religion was to provide guidance and stability to people. not to be right or worship the one true god, but to give oneself purpose.

at the same time, i labeled myself as agnostic and attending weekly meetings with my latin teacher to discuss religion and what it meant to me. she also was agnostic, but in a way i wasn’t familiar with. she believed that all religions were equally true, but none of them got it quite right. she said that there was a higher power, but nobody knew what it was.

so now you have the history and context, here’s what i believe. all religions are true and correct, even if they contradict one another. there is evidence for and against every religion that exists, believers and haters for and sacred text. and everybody is right. the christian God, i believe, is the one true all powerful God for christians. those who hold polytheistic beliefs are right too.

i practice paganism because it brings me joy, purpose, guidance, and gratitude. and i believe that anything that does so for any person is true and real. when we discuss things on such a large scale as God and what created the universe, we have to understand that both everything and nothing can be true at the same time. it’s hard to process in a little human brain, but religion should be hard to understand. a being, or beings, that are on a higher plane of existence should exist in a more complex way than we do.

i think it would be crazy if there was just a guy up there who made the universe. what was he doing before? what will he do after? these questions plagued me for years as i was raised in the christian faith, and that was the reason i had a hard time believing. but seeing it as something so beautifully chaotic that i can never wrap my head around it changed that.

in my day to day life, i practice paganism. specifically, i do diety work with Dionysus. but i also believe in God. I believe that Jesus was the son of God who came to earth and died for our sins. I believe in every single religion, but i get to choose one that makes me the happiest.

i would be astonished if anybody reads this whole thing, but if you did, here’s the big takeaway. religion is a concept that’s far to big to put in a nice box that we can understand. nobody understands it and nobody ever will, so choose something to believe and put your heart in it. religion is a building block to self love and care. no matter what you believe, you have the right to believe it and you have the correct belief.

thanks for reading! if you have any interesting takes i would love to hear them this one of my favorite topics because there’s infinite talking points and nobody is ever objectively right or wrong.

#religion #paganism #dionysus #christianity #god #jesus #long ass rant #long ass post #hot take #if you read all of this i love you

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Congrats on 6000 🎉🥳👏 and I hope u don’t mind if I join in even though I’ve done this before…

Fandom: Flexible/open minded :)

Gender: Man of my dreams please :)

Personality: I mean. It’s me, Aurora, hi 😅 People are constantly growing and changing but cliff notes would be, right now, that I think I’m boring but also no one can keep up with me, I’m a homebody but I crave adventure, I’m a cranky wet cat but also please please hug me, I most probably have adhd but not the hyper aspect I will sit still daydreaming about waterfalls or something for 6 hours and not notice because what is time, I like everything except the stuff I don’t, basically I’m a hot mess of contradictions and have just as much fun with Jane Austen as I do Star Trek. So open minded I guess. Other people call me independent (yeah), smart (sort of? but oblivious), brave (not really?), and funny (I try). I have well earned trust issues and am not above being stubborn and snarky, especially when I’m not feeling well. I can’t decide if the right man for me is the sunshine to my grumpy or someone more similar and witty who I can vibe with. Maybe someone in the middle? Thank you very much in advance :))

For you 🥰

Who I ship you with and why: I’m joining the Gale bandwagon I’m so sorry it’s not creative, but he’s the romantic nerd you deserve. You are both thoughtful and well read and I can just seeing you two having long conversations wrapped in blankets by a fireside with some tea, all cosy, leaning on each other and sharing Shakespeare’s “true minds”. I think he’s the sort of guy who would delight to be supportive and carve out a workspace for you in his tower to work on your dreams too, side by side :) I also see you bringing each-other balance, you’re more sensible side being a good reality check for some of his wilder ambitions, and his confidence would make him your #1 fan. He’s telling EVERYONE how amazing you are and “did you know she wrote the most amazing book, and this is the plot…” :)

I ship you with Henry Tilney

Let's do something a bit difference and show our love for an underappreciated Jane Austen man.

If there is anybody who is open to contradictions it's Henry Tilney, he's got plenty himself. He'd love your snark and would be just as willing to give it back. The pair of you could likely go on for hours quipping back and forth until you can't keep up the game anymore and just start laughing.

He's also just as willing to indulge your fanciful side, enjoying it himself, while also being the lead to bring you back to the here and now. More importantly, however, he is kind and has seen a lot of the world. He knows how cruel and unfair it can be. Admittedly sometimes it brings his down as well, but he doesn't want it to. The pair of you could help each other figure out the balance.

I'm crying! This is honestly the dream. I do love a man who expresses interest in my interests.

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#6k followers #6000 follower celebration #henry tilney #jane austen #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[kfanopinions]

Jackson Ideal Type (Astrology Based)

lol jackson has spoken up about his type so i'm wondering why did you ask me? hehe but i hope i can provide more insight. i will be looking into jackson's moon and venus signs. i'm not sure if he said the time of his birth. if so, i will edit this information if anyone knows. if not, take everything with a grain of salt ^^ also, i just realized he and bang chan have the same moon sign...no wonder fans say they are "hubby material" i get it y'all, i do ^^ oh, and since jackson has repeatedly said "woman" "female" "girl" i will indicate a woman this time around instead of using "partner"

Libra Moon

"i can't leave you, even if i want to" someone that understands that if he likes you, he likes you!

"darling, darling ~ stand by me" someone that will stand by him and want to do things with him. his moon in libra is really an all in type

"dear future...'wife'" he's clearly a family man. so it's not shocking his moon in libra is a family type placement. he wants them kiddos ^^

take you home to mama okay he wants a girl that is not only beautiful to his eyes, but also to others. not only that but someone who has a decent enough reputation as well.

"i'm going back to you" seriously libra moons can be CLINGY. this is where they get their emotional security from. it makes me think of jackson when he said he keeps at least one light on when he's away because it makes him feel like someone is waiting for him T_T

audrey is that you? libra moon's are about beauty, class, and intelligence. this just makes me think of audrey hepburn. not to mention there is no way anyone can say she isn't beautiful (but we know jackson so don't jump to conclusions just yet *wink*)

"drive it like you stole it" he needs a woman who can take him by the reins and show him she's his one and only. libra moons are charmers and not to alarm anyone, but if he and his future girlfriend/wife added another woman to the mix...yeah he's gonna fall for her too so yeah... good luck miss! anyway, this is a flirtatious sign, so if his girl shows 'nope you're not getting close to her. not uh, mr.' he'll get the picture.

side note: this is more platonic/non sexual flirtations. but everyone can slip up xP

Aries Venus

"wrap me in chains" someone who doesn't concede to his flirtations so easily. aries is a hunter sign. it's boring if you just fall into their arms so quickly. make him work for it. she shouldn't be the one trapped in the chains of love but holding onto them ^^

disturbance in the force okay, so there is a little bit of a contradiction here (not surpring) but jackson's libra moon loves being around his partner to the point that he may even be willing to go into business with them. but with his aries venus it screams "independent woman." that being said i take it as:

"when we're together let's be together. i want to be stuck to you like glue, but when i'm a way you need to be strong enough to handle things on your own."

let your inner jessi rawr! no wonder he likes/liked jessi so much ^^ she is bold, confident, straight forward, mulan coming in:

"how about a girl who has a brain, who always speaks her mind..."

and she's a woman who takes care of her body (physically fit at least from what i see) and his aries venus LOVES THIS! speaking of jessi, someone a little tomboyish/athletic (like that boxer girl (right?) from that show when he roomed with all those people) can be his type. so mixing the moon and venus together someone who has a healthy appearance (clearly takes care of themselves) who can be elegant but then can get down and dirty (get your mind out of the gutter!) when the situation calls for it.

social butterfly for one please! he would like someone who is lively and energetic. a shy introverted girl will get scorched by his flames of energy and may end up leaving first if he hasn't left from boredom already

don't be afraid to flirt!!!!! no joke, a slight touch of her knee to his, or even smaller gestures that draw his eyes to the most feminine parts i.e. her neck, lips, hands, legs will get his heart racing but what will make him lose his sh*t is if she's is bold enough to kiss his cheek as a parting/goodbye gesture. she won't leave his mind. and who knows, since an aries venus loves to be on the hunt, this little bait may just pull off hehe *wink wink*

BONUS!

with his aries venus i'm sorry...some of us will not be suited with this type of energy. but have no fear you never know when the wind will blow your way ^^

sun: leo || sagittarius || aries venus: leo || sagittarius || aries

are the best and most equipped signs to deal with an aries venus

#jackson got7 #got7 jackson #got7 jackson ideal type #got7 #ideal type #kpop astrology #jackson astrology #got7 astrology

[clawbehavior]

Inevitably, yo han returns to Korea. Ga on is in love with him and suspects the attraction is mutual but decides not to rush things - yo han is difficult to pin down, even more so when he feels cornered. Ga on wants him to come willingly. So ga on spends time with yo han that's both platonic and brimming with tension, the both of them circling each other with lingering gazes and touches longer than normal.

But of course ga on needs to dial down his sexual longing lest he act rashly and push yo han. So he picks people up for mutual one night flings, just sex, no feelings. The third time he does this he meets an older woman with dark hair and darker eyes. She's inscrutable. She makes his heart squeeze. Ga on's been avoiding sexual partners who remind him of yohan in an effort to compartmentalize, but this woman has an aura that draws him in.

He goes home with her. Maybe it's ga on's first time being pegged? Which...is a revelation. She's emotionally aloof but so, so gentle when she slides into him as he clutches a pillow. He enjoys it so much that he breaks his rule of one night stands and reaches out to her again.

Her name is jin hwa young. She's full of contradictions and in love from afar with a young woman from work. They understand each other and fall into a routine of sorts.

Meanwhile yo han is coming to terms with his undeniable attraction for ga on. One evening, he visits ga on's place without calling ahead. Ga on, is of course delighted to see him. But when yo han enters the apartment, jin hwa young is there. She knows who yo han is, knows ga on is long gone for him, knows that she fills a role for ga on with no expectation for more. But she's come to care for his well being, this man who reminds her of in joo. So she decides to help move things along in her own way.

Ga on prepares dinner while yo han and jin hwa young stare each other down. Just who is this woman, talking comfortably with his former associate judge and looking at ga on like that? A look that's proprietary; a kiss that's not a kiss. But yo han can't agonize over it too long because it's obvious ga on only has eyes for him, reserving soft laughs and softer touches for yo han, pressing their bodies together in quick flashes before pulling away, all under jin hwa young's watchful gaze.

The next time ga on leans into yo han while reaching for plates in the cupboard, yo han snakes a hand around his hip and keeps him there for a long moment. Ga on doesn't miss a beat while talking.

Satisfied, jin hwa young excuses herself from dinner. Yo han and ga on eat together. It's both the same and it's not. It's exciting but also natural, easy like things are between them these days. The underlying tension is building to a crescendo.

They clear away the table. Ga on carries the conversation even as he hyperfixates on every movement yo han makes. Yo han, who from the corner of his eye, is looking at ga on unabashedly with an all-encompassing heat. Ga on's skin tingles.

When ga on hands him the final dish to dry, yo han puts it down and pulls ga on into him. Just a kiss, ga on promises to himself, as yo han gets his hands in ga on's hair and their lips move together. Just one kiss, as yo han licks deeply into his mouth, crowding ga on up against the counter. When their lower bodies touch, ga on makes a sound yo han's never heard from him before. Any notion of waiting goes down the drain. Does he/can he/please jagi and ga on is saying yes, yes, yes.

In the bedroom, when yo han peels off ga on's clothes and flips him onto his stomach, he finds ga on already used there, loose and wet. Jin hwa young's doing. Yo han breathes through the jealousy but then ga on is turning back to reach up and kiss him, breathing assurances and promises between kisses. It's enough. It's not enough. It will be. Wrapped around ga on's body tightly, yo han takes him apart the way ga on needs.

The next morning, ga on slips out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb a sleeping yo han. In the bathroom's soft dawn light, he takes in his swollen lips, mussed hair, and eyes crinkled with elation. Idly, he traces a hickey forming at the bottom of his neck. Yo han had sucked there last night, before turning ga on's face for a hot open-mouthed kiss.

On an impulse, ga on turns to follow the bruise with his back facing the mirror and gasps. He's covered in them, yo han having thoroughly marked him. Soft bites and kisses with teeth following ga on's spine and the back of his shoulders as ga on was being railed.

Standing behind him, no one could miss them. Anyone taking ga on from the back would know he belonged to someone else. A kiss that was a kiss.

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This ficlet was brought to you by my brain finding jin hwa young from tvn's little women incredibly alluring [that scene where she looks at in joo wearing her clothes was just] and wondering how she'd look pegging someone. Ofc ga on volunteered to find out.

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