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sillyabtmusic · 7 months ago
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Kingmaker second fanclub - Mujin + Bonus
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kingdomstims · 11 months ago
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-> this mujin scene in excalibur. stimboard
[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 8 GIFs surrounding a central image. GIF 1: A pan over of woods taken from behind some leaves as sunlight flashes. GIF 2: A view of misty woods with sunlight shining through the trees, lighting this mist orange. GIF 3: A misty hot spring with rippling water and vibrant green foliage. GIF 4: A view of a camera screen as someone takes a picture of sun-lit woods. Image: A scene from the Kingdom Excalibur music video of Mujin standing in misty woods and holding a sword in front of his face. GIF 5: A view moving past a tree to approach a rippling stream with flowers along the bank. GIF 6: A pan-over of green growth on the floor of the woods. GIF 7: A view looking up at a blue sky and moving past silhouetted trees as beams of sun shine through them. GIF 8: A mist-covered stream in a lush forest. End ID]
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arovalentines · 14 days ago
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curi0us-gh0st · 1 year ago
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Hi! May I please request dating headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for Choi Mujin and Gangjae (separately) with a female reader who is not in a gang but works as a office worker? Thank you ❤️
Love in the Office (Choi Mujin x Do Gangjae)
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pairings: Choi Mujin x Fem!Reader!Secretary, Do Gangjae x Fem!Reader!Secretary
word count: 0.8k
genre: fluffy, smut
warnings: voyeurism, fuck in anger, protuberance, blowjob (let me know if something went unnoticed)
a/n: I know it took me a while, so I was without internet and had some delays, I'm writing the other requests, sorry for the delay!
Choi Mujin
★ When you walked into the office to be his secretary, you didn't know that he was a mobster who had been wanted for years, that's for sure.
★ You were so polite and kind to everyone in the company that some even felt bad about you working for them in such a violent industry.
★ Mujin was proud of how you decorated his favorite cafe, how he liked things and organized his appointment schedule.
★ He also felt a little jealous seeing some of your boys asking you out or singing you, of course, in those tight skirts you wore exposing your legs so wonderful and your blouses tight or almost transparent that there was no drool on your breasts.
★ When one day, after a fight, he arrived furious, hurt and frustrated, opening the doors violently and cursing God and the world. His eyes fell on her gentle and calm being sitting in his chair while delegating some activities, looking at him shocked by the sight of his injured boss, jumping to help him.
★ Mincing no words, he grabbed his face, kissing him fiercely, waiting for you to fight but you didn't, just melting into the kiss, blushing when he pulled away with a smug smile on his face. He didn't care about his security guard seeing them, just pushing you against the table to see under your skirt.
★ He pushed your chest against the table, lifting your skirt, revealing your pert ass and a stain on your panties, mocking him for not even touching you yet and you're wet for him; He runs his fingers over your panties, teasing you until you moan and ask for more.
★ He ripped your panties off, throwing them in some corner of your own office and taking his big, thick dick out, spraying pre cum, teasing your slobbery entrance until he completely shoved his dick inside you and pounded into you.
★ Him hitting you so deep, pulling your neck to rest against his chest so he could rip off your formal blouse and expose your breasts, pinching and pulling, until they were red and sensitive; Moving one of his hands down to his stomach, a small bulge could be seen in the area.
★ He kissed your neck and shoulders, marking you as his and his alone, making you squirt as he shot jets of cum inside you. In the end, you were destroyed by him, just being used to relieve your stress, there would be times when he would be romantic, but right now, that's not the case. ^^
Do Gangjae
★ We all know how Gangjae is, presumptuous, arrogant and envious. He knew he couldn't touch his boss's secretary, because she was his daughter and maybe whoever touched her would die as soon as she did, but for him, the limit is the sky.
★ He sang to you every time he saw you, asked you out and even gave you some gifts, which certainly made you a blushing and grateful mess.
★ He even left notes when he passed by her table, saying how hot and provocative she looked in those tight formal clothes.
★ When he had the opportunity to be alone with you, he liked to touch your shoulders, waist and chin, complimenting you, flirting and even asking you about what he was doing.
★ That was until he chased you while you were going to the file room, the tiny hallways full of shelves of company files and documents. You were startled when you saw him standing there when you were wanting to leave, a smile plastering his face before he kissed you, teasingly as he said, “I knew you were crazy about this, me too.”
★ He pinned you to one of the shelves, kissing you fiercely, licking your lips to enter with his tongue making you moan with the friction. He walked away, panting while smiling, making you kneel.
★ Caressing your pretty face, your teary eyes and red lips, as he unzipped your pants, making his dick pop out hitting your cheek, him laughing as he rubbed his dick against your lips, telling you to be a good girl and suck him.
★ So you did, opening your mouth and little by little swallowing his fat cock, your movements slow, your eyes watering, he sighs because your mouth is so hot and wet, imagine your pussy.
★ He grabbed your strands of hair, keeping your head still as he began pounding into your mouth, seeking your climax, moaning how much of a slut you were for giving him a blowjob, making your core clench into nothingness, you were so wet ..
★ He came in her mouth while moaning, spilling cum down her throat and leaking out the sides of her mouth, grabbing her chin to swallow it all and sticking out his tongue to prove it. He smiled, lifting you brutally from the floor and lifting your skirt, ripping your panties, you spent long hours in that file room and when you left, your father's security guard asked if you were okay because you were tripping while walking, little did he know that the boy your father hates the most fucked you mercilessly.
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handkinkbis · 1 year ago
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Notes from the ep 15 sex scene after my 10th rewatch 👩‍🏫👩‍⚕️👩‍💻👩‍🔬
hongjo giggling in the doorway and acting all shy like sweety YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO HIM
the way he went from cute and clumsy to AMBUSHING HER 👁👄👁
for a giraffe he's quite wolfish in his table manners 😏😏
PINNED AGAINST THE WALL, GOD IS GOOD
WHY WAS THAT CURSED LIGHT SWITCH RIGHT THERE
[wet kissing noises]
THOSE 6'2/187CMs ENGULFING HER
he started unbuttoning her almost immediately, (the shirt DOES look better on the floor, shinyu, u ARE absolutely correct)
the horny-cute gasp of "wait a minute [we should do it on the dresser, follow me"] WE LOVE A WOMAN WHO SHOWS INITIATIVE
the way hongjo backed up against the dresser and shinyu followed her like she was his preyyy
she was smiling but he was on a MISSION TO GET BETWEEN THEM THIGHS
he lifted her up on the dresser like it was nothing 🥵🥵🥵
hooded eyes, jaw clenched, heavy breathing 🌶🌶🌶🌶 10/10
they both looked like they were just lost in the sounds and sensations like literally blissfully unaware of anything outside that room
god bless u and your hard work in the gym, rowoon, is that a 12-pack (thanks for zooming in on the ahem scar camera crew)
the way they cooperated in stripping shinyu's shirt off him, TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK
his hands doing SOMETHING outside of the frame whatttt are they doingggg
him kissing her hard and pushing her down 😌😌🙌🥂
shinyu's big hand flexing on hongjo's thigh and calf like YES SIR, GRAB IT
hongjo grasping two fistfuls of his hair to keep him where she wanted him YES QUEEN
him helping her wrap her legs around him 🥵🥵🥵🍿🍿🍿🍷🍷
the final shot of hongjo's shirt slipping off her shoulders and him moving on top of her in a pose not dissimilar to dracula and mina's in that One Scene in the garden in bram stoker's dracula
they were feraaalll
no for real he might actually be part beast
no wonder because shinyu/mujin waited 300+ years to Do That
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misscherrys-world · 11 months ago
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Jung Tae Ju x fem!Reader
It’s my first fic since long time ago 🤭
Also English is not my first language so please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes. 🫶🏼
It turned a little bit darker than I intended it to be so enjoy!
Relationship status: ✨ enemies to lovers ✨
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✨Trigger warnings: injuries, insults, blood, the reader has a crush on taeju and taeju doesn’t know, drugs, gangsters stuff. Slight mention of sexual activities. Mention of death several times. If there’s something else tell me.
✨No usage of Y/N
Third POV:
Feet steps echoed the hotel room where she stayed close to the infamous Jung Tae Ju, he hated her guts. Of course he should hate her she’s the daughter of that one family that betrayed Dongcheon, she was on the run for several months avoiding getting herself killed by Taeju’s cold hands.
She shared a history with Taeju though, before everything went downhill, she was only 17 years old and she was growing that little crush on Taeju. In her perspective he was tall, handsome and everything she wanted basically for a teenager. Although he was way older than her, he was in his late 20’s when they first met.
When she turned 18 her father decided to throw her a huge birthday party and invited Choi Mujin. Of course Mujin won’t come alone he would drag Taeju with him. It was their first interaction, he wished her a happy birthday and gave her the present he bought. She was a blushing mess, she thanked him in a very timid voice. He was just acting emotionless and professional like always. He was clueless about her little crush over him.
Time passed and she turned 20, she got more involved with her family business, more interactions with him, exchanging information, drug deals and lots and lots of money. And her little crush turned into something bigger.
She won’t forget the very first time he touched her like a man would touch a woman. She was only 21 when she got shot, a single bullet to her thigh, he was the only one not busy while both your father and Mujin had to deal with someone. Taeju was the one who took out the person who shooted her, she felt like it’s true love. That night after he helped her with her wounds she was the one who made the first move, a very soft kiss on the corner of his lips, he was confused maybe it was the pain killer she took. He connected their lips together, he’s after all a man who is stressed out and she was a very fine woman in his eyes, he didn’t have any romantic feelings for her though. The night air was very thick as they slept in the same bed, sweaty and relaxed.
That didn’t become a habit, because soon everything was crashing down. Her father betrayed Choi Mujin. At the same time she was in Taeju’s embrace, he got the call, he knew what to do, but he didn’t, he didn’t kill her, he informed her about her father’s betrayal and gave her time to get the fuck out of his sight. It was humiliating. She was treated like a prostitute, and she didn’t even blame Taeju for his actions.
Soon after that incident, she learned that her father was a stupid man, he did that to get his hands on the drugs all over South Korea and to get his only daughter killed. She was the only inheritor of her mother’s wealth, since her beloved mother died in a car accident it’s been clear that her father has set it up. So she learned her father wanted to inherit all that money from her.
She ran away, after several months she send a message to Taeju explaining everything, explaining she was a victim too. He saw the messages, no response though. One day Dongcheon found her hideout, 3 men were sent to kill her one of them was him, Jung Taeju, she managed to escape for the second time but with several wounds from Taeju’s pocket knife. He wasn’t aiming for several cuts but to end her that day. What she doesn’t know that her father was dead the day after she left Taeju’s arms.
It’s difficult time for both of them, she is hurting physically and emotionally, he wasn’t able to kill her with an ease as he thought, he learned that as he hated her he loved her more.
They decided to put an end to this situation. She went to Choi Mujin’s hotel, she knows Taeju would be there. Taeju at the same time he decided to face her, kill her, hug her maybe. He was confused. He reached her side at the hotel room, left all of his weapons and his logical mind out side the room.
“ Taeju..” she said softly with a nervous sigh. He almost lost his cool the way she said his name, he was weak for her voice. “I want to sort things out, your father is dead the day you left my home.” Taeju informed her, she didn’t feel sorry for her father, she stayed silent nodding to him to continue, “It means you’re the one now in charge of your family business and your family did betray Dongcheon-“ she cut him off “I never wanted this life, I’m not responsible for my father decisions, that bastard killed my mother, and he tried to kill me too, my life is fucked up!” She exploded with tears, it wasn’t easy for her to cry in front of someone.
Pity filled Taeju’s eyes, her father betrayal for her was way worse than his betrayal for Dongcheon. He lowerd his head not knowing what to say next, she moved closer to him with a small pocket knife in her hands he recognized it, it was her 18’s birthday present, he’s the one pick it up at the store and request to carve her initials on it. She puts that knife in his hands “Please end everything here, don’t make me feel this pain anymore I-“ he cuts her off placing the knife on the coffée table at his side and cupped her face with both hands to place a kiss on her lips, it was deep, said many things without saying a thing. He broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes “We don’t have to be this way, I can’t kill you, I just can’t..” he said with a very soft tone, a tone she never heard from him before, it was a tone you’d hear between two lovers. She felt for the very first time she is loved. Taeju for the very first time he is in love.
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dojae-huh · 4 months ago
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Content during Jaehyun's and Doyoung's first solo album release:
Their contents have more in common than one might think. Jaehyun had to show his personality again to the world so he did a lot of variety where he could show off his charms. Doyoung explained how NCT is known for it's neo music so he had to go out there and show everyone what his style of music was and he did just that. It is true that Doyoung sang more but both had a similar number of variety content and there is not a very big difference. Also we do not know what content is going to be released after Jaehyun's trip to America.
My personal favorites were Inkigayo Caught on Cam (superstitions content) and Doyoung's fan chant guide for Little Light (Does it really count as promotional content? Hmm since it was released during the promotional period I'll count it as one). Both content showcased more of their own personality or atleast how I perceive them to be - Jaehyun as the clumsy nerd and Doyoung as the strict professor.
Both participated in festivals - Doyoung as a headliner for Lovesome Festival and Jaehyun as a guest of Lauv for Seoul Jazz Festival. Jaehyun appeared on Bibim-Pop with Dynamic Duo and Doyoung went on SBS Radio with Kiss of Life. Jaehyun shot 2 MV's which were featured on fashion magazines YouTube channel (Smoke - W Korea & Can't Get You - Esquire Korea) and Doyoung did 8 PM Concert with Vogue Korea. Both appeared on dingo story - Jaehyun read stories for 5 days and Doyoung met with a fan. NCT channel content: Jaehyun filmed ASMR content (one with talking and one without) and Doyoung was a guest & host on Muk2u. Jaehyun went on No Prepare hosted by Lee Youngji and Doyoung went on K Star Nextdoor hosted by Jonathan. Jaehyun shot a content pretending to be an English teacher with Car the Garden and Doyoung appeared as a college student on TIKTIK.
Singing + talking content: Jaehyun - Lee Mujin Service Doyoung - Today's Joo Woojae, Everyday is Thursday with Hyunah, Paul Kim's content*, HUP Karaoke, The Seasons with Zico *Doyoung does not sing but he does play 2 songs. (Technically Bibim-Pop & SBS Radio appearance can also be added here but I'm not doing it because they appear with other guests)
Singing content: 3 for Jaehyun : Smoke - it's Live, Can't Get You & Flamin' Hot Lemon - Mushroom Live 4 for Doyoung : Killing Time, House of Dingo (Band ver.), Rising Voice, Texted - all on Dingo Music channel
Unless I'm forgetting something, the only content that cannot be compared might be Jaehyun's Caught on Cam and Doyoung's appearance on Daechinso Live with Hanbin (ZB1) and Myung Jaehyun (BoyNextDoor).
Jaehyun shot MV for Dandelion & Roses and his highlight medley also had him singing in different sets. But Doyoung's highlight medley did feature his brother Gongmyung and he shot Live Clips for Beginning & Little Light. Both also had documentary style behind the scene videos of how they made the album.
I will never understand trends because I thought for sure the Lee Mujin Service episode with Jaehyun would hit 1 million views pretty quickly and it's getting there but the school content with Car the Garden got it way quicker. Also I'm not really a fan of ASMR content (I barely tolerated the Tingle interview with Doyoung and Jungwoo and I don't think I'll be watching Jaehyun's one) but why does that have more views than the second part of Journey of J? I underestimated the amount of people that like ASMR.
Off topic but if I stretch the truth a little bit, both dyed their hair blonde/platinum (idk what to call the colour) for their Fashion Week appearance after the release of their album. I know Doyoung did it for Walk and Jaehyun did it to twin(?) or maybe for the new MV he might have shot in LA.
Where do I sign in? I'm ready to be number 2 anti.
Thank you for the comparison. As of now, neo soloists are similar in their money worth (if we are comparing with Baekhyun and Taeyeon), so there is no incentive to treat and approach them differently. Everyone gets same budget and same kind of promotion (with individual tailoring within the brackets of time and possibilities). Especially TaeDoJae, who are at the top of popularity. It's not like 127 is "Suzy and the girls".
SM can't invest 300k and get -200k deficit. Even +100k is doing it for the arts and in hopes of future success, considering how much time and workforce is allocated to a single solo project. Therefore, with Jaehyun not earning money with concerts and paying off right away, he received even better treatment than Do if we are talking music business and believing in idea of an artist as a profitable investment, heh. (Jae should have covered the expenses with the sold albums, of course, but you know... there are still no additional money).
I don't understand ASMR either. I didn't watch that DoWoo programme, nor am I going to.
I think "the trends" depend on the target audience. And whether the content is entertainment or not. Look at the abysmal number of views for song recordings and even MV-behinds. You'd think fans would be interested to watch their favourtate artists actually creating something, listen to his thoughts, have a peak behind the scenes... nope. Jae's drinking show got many views right away.
Pff, No prepare ep. has 4,9mln views as of now, while "Smoke" MV is 3,6 mln... How do you become a soloist when you being drunk is more interesting to people than you acting and singing, heh. And then fans insisting that appearences on tv and yt variety shows oh so paramount to career. Did it really help Jaehyun... (well, he liked it, so it's OK).
Even if Jae dyed his hair for the second MV and because he will cut the bleached hair soon, it still counts as twinning (just two hares with one shot). There are numerous other hair colours that can wow people. Jaehyun is not Tae or Mark, he didn't use all his option yet. On the contrary, "to stand out" means to do something others don't do. So repeating a look, especially when your hairstylists are the same, was a deliberate move. Why didn't he colour his hair rose red, for example? (he tried in MV and I didn't notice untill the behind vlog, lmao)
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facearmsorlegs · 2 years ago
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@gnghan
He tears the place apart, like if he throws things hard enough and breaks things violently enough he'll stop bleeding out in the middle of Yoon Donghoon's apartment. Like he'll find something that will prove none of this is real, that he's somehow misunderstood—even though there's a masochistic urge to see just how deep and horrible this goes and get it over with.
Ten years gone in the blink of an eye. He opens the typewriter and stares, every circuit in his brain overwhelmed with anger and hurt stronger than any emotion he's ever felt in his 51 years of life, eyes and brain refusing to process the weapon in front of him. The torn fragment of a report on him. One of ten years' worth of them.
He swallows hard, fighting the urge to vomit. His blood roars in his ears as a strange detachment from his physical body settles over him. It can't be real. It can't be real.
The man he knows and loved isn't real. A mirage, someone who never existed in the first place. He wishes Yoon Donghoon had used the bullet that undoubtedly has his name written on it earlier. Being shot would be a relief compared to this.
The typewriter case is open on the coffee table amid the sea of upturned couch cushions and throw pillows on the floor when the door's electronic lock chirps and the door swings open to reveal the familiar body taking up half of the doorway, plastic grocery bag in either hand. Mujin immediately rises to his feet, breath coming fast and unsteady and ragged. You. You son of a bitch.
Somehow he manages the presence of mind to issue a single, monotone command without screaming for the entire hallway to hear as he so desperately wants to.
"Shut the door."
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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago
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Tourniquet
i promised a happy ending, i’ll give you a happy ending
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Warnings: recovery from being stabbed
Pairings: mujin/taeju
Word Count: 2392
In one world, Taeju bleeds out in a cold and rain-soaked alleyway, alone save for the ghost of Mujin’s voice over the phone.
In another, he’s found.
Taeju blinks awake in stages. First, he assumes the blood loss is getting to him because the alley feels warm. It was raining, how on earth could it be warm? Perhaps it was the fact that he was cold now, so it would feel warm.
The next time he rouses himself, he thinks it's soft. And now he knows he's really out of it because how in the world can a cold dark alley be soft? He's done a lot of things to get his senses impaired, but none of them have quite gone this far.
Of course, the real kicker is when he opens his eyes for a second and he thinks he sees Mujin.
Now he knows he's really lost his mind.
Mujin wouldn't be here, he'd just said as much over the phone. Called him clingy, called him a useful tool, just about called him pathetic.
And darling, that weak and stupid part whispers, he also called me darling.
There's no way Mujin is actually here. He wouldn't be seen in a cold and messy alley just for Taeju. He'd be lucky if someone told Mujin about his body.
His dead, messy, pathetic, clingy body.
Darling, don't forget darling.
Maybe that's why he thinks Mujin's here. It's that soft part of him realizing he's dying and trying to come up with one more fantasy to make him happy as he dies.
Mujin could be there, and it could be soft and warm and Mujin could call him darling again and maybe everything would be okay. He wouldn't be bleeding out, or maybe he would, he doesn't care, and it could be fine.
More than he deserves, he knows, but he's dying. Allow a dying man his fantasies.
There shouldn't be a reason why this particular fantasy seems to be getting clearer each time he has it, though.
At least, not until he cracks his eyes open and sees the inside of a makeshift hospital he's never seen before.
Everything aches . Not like he got fatally beaten or shot, but the same kind of bone-weary exhaustion he gets from working out all day or putting in a good fight. A low groaning and rasping sound is coming from somewhere and only belatedly does he connect that with the pain in his throat.
Swallowing feels like its own type of hell and keeping his eyes open is more of a chore than scrubbing lye off a wood floor but he still needs to know what's going on.
Well, the first thing that's immediately obvious is that somehow, he's not dead. How, he doesn't quite know, but not dead it is.
Okay.
The second thing that's pretty hard to ignore is everything hurts. It's probably a good thing that he didn't pay attention to that at first because now that he's thought it, it's all he can think about. His eyes close against his will and he tries not to moan again.
A door opens.
He keeps his eyes closed, instincts overtaking what little of his normal brain is left as he starts to parse through the information he's getting. The footsteps are soft, the closing of the door done with care and precision. They come around the side of the bed and there's a creak—they're sitting down in a chair, most likely.
He's had a pretty good idea of who it is since he heard the door close. No one else has an aura like that; even when he's asleep, Taeju knows it's Mujin.
A sudden wave of absolute mortification washes over him. He called Mujin. That happened. And he didn't die. So now he had to face the consequences of that phone call. That stupid, sappy, sentimental phone call that was even more pathetic than a drunk dial because he did it stone-cold sober.
Hearing Mujin's dismissal might just kill him.
Something warm and soft wipes at his suddenly-damp cheek, brushing something away.
"I've never seen you cry before—" and that can't be Mujin, Mujin would never be this…this soft— "does it hurt that much?"
He doesn't say anything. He can't say anything.
"I believe I asked you a question."
Oh. Sorry. At least he tries to say sorry but all that happens is that awful groaning noise. The warm soft thing pulls away.
"Drink."
Something is nudged up against his mouth and he opens it, doing his best to drink enough water to…to…
"That's enough now."
The straw leaves. It was a straw, right?
"Now answer me." The warm soft thing is back. "This is the first time I've had to ask you twice and I am not appreciating the trend you've begun."
What trend? What was the question? Oh. If it hurts.
"…'urts."
Mujin hums, pressing a button. After a moment, some of the dull roar fades and he can breathe a little easier. That doesn't stop the tears.
Because he only has a few more moments at best of being able to live in this fantasy before everything goes back to normal, he wants to be messy and pathetic and clingy and stay here a little longer.
"Open your eyes."
No. No, no, don't make me. I don't want to.
A gentle hint of pressure near the outsides of his eyes. "Open. I'm still asking you twice. I expect better from you."
Too late. He's lost it. It's gone, now, the fantasy dashed against the rocks as Mujin's voice rips through it. It's gone. It's all gone.
A painful lump rises in his throat and his eyes hurt. The hand—it is a hand—on his face feels like a brand that just wants to burn him.
He hears a soft rush of breath. Then the hand moves away from his eyes.
"Open them, darling."
Darling.
Taeju manages to peel his eyes open. Mujin's face swims into view but it's all glassy and blurry. He blinks a few times and it clears a little, but then he hears a soft noise and the hand is wiping at something again.
"You're late," Mujin says, but Taeju can't move.
He tries anyway. "Sorry—sorry, sir."
Shove it down. Shove it down. It's just another thing he has on you now. A new button to make the tool work. It means nothing. You mean nothing.
He puts on his best work face and waits.
"They got you good," Mujin muses, "didn't they?"
"Yes, sir."
"And yet you're the only one still alive." Another pass of his hand. "Good."
He's still crying. Why is he still crying? He can't cry, he has work to do. He can't waste Mujin's time anymore.
"Darling," and no, no, that hurts, make it stop hurting, " darling, look at me."
Taeju wrenches his eyes open with a humiliating sniffle. He doesn't recognize the expression on Mujin's face.
"It's okay, Taeju-yah," Mujin says, too softly for them, "it's alright now. I know it hurts."
No. This hurts. Because it's not for him. It won't ever be. It hurts.
"Shh, shh," Mujin keeps saying, "don't cry, Taeju-yah, don't cry, darling. It'll be alright."
And it hurt so much that he doesn't care about the consequences anymore.
"Don't."
* * *
Mujin freezes.
"Don't what?"
"Don't call me that," Taeju grits out as more tears roll down his face, " don't."
Mujin's mouth drops open. He can count on one hand the number of times Taeju has flat-out refused to do something before, but never has he told Mujin not to do something.
"And why not?"
Taeju glares at him, furious tears still shining on his cheeks. "Because it hurts. "
"It…hurts?"
"Because it's not real and I know it's not real. So don't do that." Taeju swallows heavily as a fresh wave of tears spills over. "Don't give me hope. I didn't mean for you to know it."
Oh.
Oh.
Taeju isn't crying because his injuries hurt. He's in pain, yes, but a much crueler type of pain, one no amount of morphine could reach.
He's mortified, Mujin realizes, humiliated, vulnerable, ashamed. He's hurting and he can't—Mujin can't fix this.
The phone call begins to play back again. How drunk Taeju sounded but it was because of blood loss. How he promised it'd never happen again but because he expected to die.
How Mujin had brushed him aside and he'd been content to die just hearing his voice one more time.
He should brush Taeju off again, he knows. He should scold him for telling him what to do, maybe twist the knife and call him darling while he does it. He should leave Taeju in the hands of the doctors and go about his work, maybe hire another to replace him.
But his Taeju-yah is crying.
"What do you mean," he asks, surprised at how steady his voice is, "this isn't real?"
Taeju is still glaring, still crying, still beautiful despite the tears. "Because I'm not important. I'm just a tool. You said it yourself."
He shouldn't say that. Taeju should not say that.
"I—I'm messy and pathetic and clingy," he continues, the sobs starting to leak out, "and you're not needy enough to put up with—put up with me when I'm—I'm—"
He chokes off, bravely swallowing a sob with too much practice.
"I'm no one's darling. "
This is wrong. This is wrong. Taeju is hurt and crying and convinced he is not worth anything to Mujin.
And he was willing to stake his life in a cold dark alley over it.
"You are not just a messy, pathetic, clingy tool," Mujin says, anger slipping unbidden into the words, "you are mine. "
Taeju's eyes widen and he seizes on it, a hand fisted in the back of his hair to pull him closer.
"You are mine, " he repeats, "do you understand? My pathetic and clingy mess, mine. You don't bleed out in alleys where I almost don't find you in time. You don't call me when you're dying and not tell me. You don't cry in my arms because you think I don't care."
Taeju stares at him. Mujin is panting, slightly out of breath from the force of his little speech. Slowly, he relaxes his grip, cradling the back of Taeju's head.
"You're mine," he says, gentler now, smoothing a hand over Taeju's cheek, "mine, Taeju-yah, my darling."
Taeju's eyes well up with tears again.
"There, now," Mujin says, adjusting his hold to pull him closer, "you're mine, see? There's no need to cry."
He doesn't listen. He's still crying.
"It's alright, Taeju-yah, it's alright." He can only stroke Taeju's cheek and hold his head still. "Why are you crying? Doesn't that feel better? It shouldn't still hurt."
Taeju tries to reach for him. "S-sir—"
"Shh, shh, hush now, your throat—"
"Sir."
Mujin's words die on his lips as Taeju's hands close weakly around his own. Through the sobs, he manages to swallow.
"'S alright, sir, 's alright."
"Yes, that's what I've been trying to say to you, it's alright." He smooths his thumbs over wet and flushed skin. "So you can stop crying."
Taeju shakes his head slightly. "'S alright that 'm crying, 's alright, sir."
"It's alright that you're—that you're crying? " Mujin frowns. "How can that possibly be considered alright? It is not alright if you're hurt—"
He's interrupted by a gentle squeeze to his hands. "'S just a lot. That's all. Not—not hurt."
Mujin relaxes slightly, still hovering protectively over this battered, bloody, beautiful boy, clutching his weeping face. "So you…you're just overwhelmed, that's it?"
Taeju nods, still sniffling. A new type of exhausted relief begins to color his cheeks. Mujin takes a deep breath as his control over his lungs starts to slip.
"Okay. That's okay. You did almost die a little while ago." Taeju laughs through a sob. "Which we are going to talk about. Don't you think you're off the hook for this yet. In an alley, really, where's your self-respect?"
He's crying a little harder now but he won't let go of Mujin's hands.
"I thought I taught you better than that. And the call. " Mujin adjusts his grip, soft tone undermining the slightly stinging words. "I really did think you were drunk. Why else would you call me and not say anything? For a second I thought you'd called by mistake."
Taeju shakes his head, a smile still on his lips, still staring at Mujin like he's better than the morphine coursing through his veins.
"Well, yes, I figured that out." He runs a hand through Taeju's hair. "I must admit, I don't know why the possibility of you being hurt didn't cross my mind."
Taeju's eyes flutter shut as Mujin ruffles his hair.
"You're normally smarter than that."
Taeju hums, leaning into Mujin's touch, still sobbing. Mujin reaches over to pull the blankets down, just to make sure he can still breathe.
"Why didn't you tell me," he murmurs, not truly expecting an answer, "I know you thought I didn't care, but why not lead with that? I could've sent a team, I could've called an emergency vehicle, I could've come. Why didn't you just say?"
Taeju can't answer, of course, he's crying too hard, but his grip on Mujin's hands stutters.
"I would have, my darling," he whispers and Taeju's sobs only grow heavier, "I wouldn't care. I would not have been mad about it, Taeju-yah."
And now his boy well and truly sobs. He holds him as the terrible tremors wreak havoc on his already-hurting body, only making soft shushing noises as he does his best to offer an unfamiliar comfort.
When Taeju's tears finally stop, Mujin takes one of the cloth napkins from the hospital serving tray and tenderly cleans his face.
"There. All better."
Peering up at him, Taeju looks more like a frightened and scolded child than the battle-worn Dongcheon dagger he is. Mujin decides he never wants to see this version of Taeju again.
"Rest, now," he murmurs, tucking the blankets over him, "you and I are going to have a long conversation in the next few days."
A hand grasps out for him when he goes to stand. Something flutters in his chest.
"Oh, do you want me to stay?"
The hand grasps his sleeve and tugs slightly.
"I can stay, Taeju-yah," he murmurs, sitting back down, "I can stay here for you. Just—just promise that you'll stay too, yes?"
"Yes, sir."
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lgcmedia · 2 years ago
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Jiho features in Lee Mujin’s Traffic Light music video
On June 8th, Lee Mujin released his music video for his new song ‘Traffic Light’ and Eterval were surprised to see a familiar face in the background. Along with a few others, JIHO was seen acting as one of Mujin’s friends in the video. The singer was only in the background, but was shown obviously having fun and singing along to the catchy song!
Considering that it’s been a long while since JIHO has taken on any acting roles, fans of V&A were ecstatic to see him doing so again despite it only being an extra in a music video. Hopefully we’ll see JIHO in bigger roles in the future!
You can watch the ‘Traffic Light’ music video here.
[ + / - ] i thought etervals were trolls when they said jiho’s featured in lee mujin’s new mv until someone took a screenshot and i had to squint in order to see it. ahhhhh jiho oppa, i’ve missed seeing you on screen! ㅠㅠ they should show a close-up of your pretty face!!
[ + / - ] i don’t understand what’s the big deal with jiho fans swarming lee mujin’s video and complaining he didn’t get a close-up shot. this is NOT a v&a mv. jiho must be embarrassed to have such disrespectful fans.
#LGCENT #V&A #LGCBOYS #LEEJIHO
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rosewriteroyal · 1 year ago
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HIIIIII FELLOW KINGME !! 🙌🫶🏻 just passingby then i saw your request is open! O hope you're having a great day! <3
What if the reader were an assassin who had been ordered to kill King Dann while making an important declaration inside the palace, but before they could fire their arrow, someone shot them straight in the stomach instead. This would cause the reader to stumble and lose control of the string, causing the arrow to almost hit the King's face.
Oh l like it.
Here's the best I can do
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Loud cheers filled the air, today was a huge day for the 7 kingdoms. The day of peace between nations, held in the Kingdom of Change, People throughout the city and across kingdoms came to witness the arrival of the Kings.
First was the Kingdom of Sun, King Jahan. Jahan had a rocky relationship with the others but this day will change that, next came the kingdom of cherry blossom followed by the kingdom of beauty and so on and so forth.
In the carriage, the kingdom of Storms, King Hwon sat.
"You know you task" he said his deep voice rattling in the air
"Of course Sir" The voice replied
"Good, Good. The day their is peace is they the day all of them are dead, after what happened with my brother, happiness from them is not an option, taking out King Dann will than make the rest weak" He grumbled watching as crowds cheered and some boo'd his Kingdom
"Sir, we have arrived, please step out of the carriage" The voice said. The voice was Hwon, trusted right hand person, Y/N. Y/N had been a childhood friend to Hwon, turned personal hitman, Y/N skill with the bow was incredible, an amazing marksman.
"Thank Y/N. Now, I know you won't fuck this up but please don't, you my only chance of finishing Dann off" Hwon said turning to Y/N while strolling towards the massive palaces, the sights of bright colours and excitement filled the air.
Inside the thrown room, there was a large table, each set out with a contract planted infront, at the head sat King Dann, pondering over this meeting. 'If all goes well, this could end the wars, bring peice to the world' he thoughts as he stood up to the doors creaking open, in came each king one by own, with their most trusted Advisor next to them.
"I see Hwon isn't showing up, meaning your plan my sink, King Dann" Ivan said smirking, he knew of the plan Hwon had put into place, he agreed that the world needed so war to atleast keep everyone sane.
"He'll be here, of course with the death of his late brother Chiwoo, he feels reasonable" Louis said sitting down next to Mujin, Mujin groaned
"Why are you next to me"
"Cause I can,m and besides, we already have a peace treaty, so today will be easy for us," Louis said, throwing his arm around Mujin Shoulders.
The Doors flew open and there stood Hwon with Y/N, next to him.
"Sorry im late, this is place is massive" Hwon said sitting down next to Ivan
Y/N moved to the back of the room, with the other advisors 'this is going to be easy' they thought, they ahd hidden their bow and Arrow on the balcony above, it wouldn't be too hard getting up there, Y/N just need to wait until they are free to leave
"Please send your advisors out. This meeting is confidential, only for use 7 to hear" Dann said, as the 7 Kings wish the advisors away
Y/N found the perfect time to climb on to the balcony, un noticed by Y/N, the advisor from the Cherry blossom kingdom, noticed the look in Y/N's eyes and followed them up.
Sitting down, Y/N started to load the bow, placing an Arrow on the bow and lining it up straight at Dann's head, tgey drew back the strings and....
All the saw was red as they looked down at their stomach, the Arrow shot by Y/N laid on the table, millimeters away from Dann's hand. They started coughing loudly, blood dripping from their mouth. Out of the dark came Mujin's Advisor with their own set, Arrow drew back in warning.
"I wasn't going to let you Kill, King Dann" The Advisor said dropping their bow and Arrow toward over to Y/N, picking them up, the advisor brought them down into the throne room, arrow sticking right out of the stomach, King dann was pacifist he doesn't like violence or the idea of killing someone but in this moment, the words
"Let them bleed out" feel from his lips.
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This was a fun prompt to use and I love writing angst, horror, gore fics.
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saidrabbles · 3 years ago
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how i would end "my name": alternative universe
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requested by: @mochacake2016 
warnings: mentions of suicide, depression.
pairing: choi mujin x jiwoo
summary: an alternative ending where it focuses on aftermath of this pair.
author's note: the way they cared for each other in the drama and the way their relationship developed truly needed a better ending. although i don't think they should be romantically paired, because they had a deeper connection than lovers. but we're giving the people what they want wehehe.
exhausted from fighting the bodyguards downstairs and all the way to the elevator, jiwoo breathed heavily, the injuries she received sending waves of pain through her body. she sighs, mentally preparing herself for what's to come on the highest floor of the tower. the elevator dings, signaling its stop. the door opens, revealing numerous guards that were ready to plunge at her any second. she takes a deep breath, and she pushes her way through them.
she makes her way through his door and points the gun at him. "whoa, i didn't expect you'd put that many people to fight me off. were you that intimidated?" he smirks "i didn't expect you'd run out of energy so easily, i thought you wanted revenge?" her pupils shake ever so slightly "you-you bastard...you weren't satisfied with killing my father that you went for pildo as well..." he gets up, a knife visible in his hand, as he wipes it with a cloth. "because.. you need conviction to kill" she scoffs "did you enjoy watching me look for someone who was right infront of me the whole time??" mujin was looking at her with a look that she couldn't quite decipher. he heaved a frustrated sigh, like he was holding the weight of the world at this moment. "this will only end when one of us" he pauses and looks at her "..dies." she takes a few steps forward "i won't let all that i went through to go in vain, i will end this."
in a whim, metal can be heard clanging vigorously, having bearly enough time for either side to take a breath. jiwoo was getting weaker by the second, her energy draining out. at some point, she fell down, the gravity holding her down way too strongly. "get up...get up! come on, stab me! are you giving up?!" and she sees it again. that expression. she didn't know what it meant, but she could feel her heart cry a little. she tries to ignore what she felt, and tries to get up again. she feels her body shake, she has to finish this right now. she musters all the strength she had left, and plunged at him with all her might.
mujin anticipates the pain, but he feels nothing. she didn't stab him. they were both on the ground, breathing heavily. he looks up at jiwoo, only to see tears streaming down her face. "how could you do this to me..to..us" she was holding him by the collar of his shirt, helplessly crying. he slowly, and reluctantly placed his hand on her own, and ever so slightly squeezed it. "do you remember when....i asked you if you had to get revenge? regardless...of the price you pay.." she sniffles "was it all a lie? that day at the junkyard, where you came in, bleeding...you knew the police were coming, the risk of you being exposed...yet you...saved me..." she inhales deeply "if this is how it turned out, why did you save me?? i would've rather died than live to know the truth of it all.." he takes both of her hands in his, and brings it up close to him. "i'm sorry...the day i knew the who your dad really was...the betrayal i felt, my heart felt like it was stabbed repeatedly...i never meant to kill him" he finally let's his tears flow "he was the only person to ever understand me.." he looks at her "i genuinely cared for you, i was...terrified of this day and i thought of never telling you the truth...but i had to, it is your right to know."
she pulls her hand away from his, her heart aching. why did this have to happen to her...to them?? she couldn't handle the pain she's feeling from looking at him, so she tries to get up, again. she looks at him one last time, then leaves. that's when mujin finally breaks down, crying, the guilt overtaking him.
they both head their separate ways physically, but they were in each other's thoughts occasionally constantly. jiwoo left korea and opened her own studio abroad, where she taught other women self-defense. opening that studio saved her, it was the only thing that gave her a purpose to live. that's what she believed would make her father proud. months had passed, seasons changed, and jiwoo felt her heart soften a little.
locking the door of her medium sized studio, she slips the keys into her bag. stretching her arms behind her head, she exhaled loudly. she starts walking, without a destination in mind. somehow, she found herself standing on the seashore. she looked around, and found a small shop that sold gimbap-her favorite. against her will, mujin intrudes her thoughts. how is he...? he wouldn't end up killing himself, would he?? she shakes her head in an attempt to shake these thoughts away. she hates him. she has to. but she can't help worry about him, ever since the incident months ago. she realized she couldn't hate him, because she liked him, whether she accepted her feelings or not.
"ma'am!" she looks up. "i've been calling your name several times now, forgive me for raising my voice. "ah no, it's fine. i'm sorry for making you wait so long, and thank you" she took the food from him. as she's admiring the view, something, or someone, caught her eye. a guy with an all-black outfit was not what made her notice him, but the metallic mug that resembled one she owned for a long time.
it can't be him, was what she tried telling herself, but her heart was telling her otherwise. before she could process what she was doing, her legs were already carrying her downstairs. she barely catches up to the hooded person and breathes a "hey! hey you !" he freezes. she takes a few seconds to even her breathing and looks up. the guy in the hood is staring at her, pupils dilated, in shock. it was him. "mujin...?" ever since the fight, she convinced herself that she would never cross paths with him again, that it was impossible for him to find her here. her eyes met his, and she saw so much sadness and despair.
mujin was in a greater shock. he, too, knew that they would never cross paths again. he couldn't comprehend the reality he's in, and the fact that jiwoo is standing right in-front of him. she was always on his mind, how she was living, if she's eaten, if she's safe. "jiwoo...have you been well?" she frowned "what are you doing here..? were you following me?" he was taken aback "ah, no i live here...it's that wooden house over there" he pointed at it. jiwoo looked at where he was pointing, and she saw an odd-looking house, far away from the other houses; alone.
jiwoo looked back at him. before she could weigh the words in her head, she started talking. “have you been well?” he looked surprised “i’m doing...okay” jiwoo didn’t know why her legs won’t move...she should stay away from him. “i left the company.” mujin found himself walking closer to the petite figure. “i know this won’t make things any better, but i stopped selling drugs. and i moved here in hopes of staying alive.” she furrowed her brows in confusion. he breathed out a small laugh “i tried to end my life, several times...but it never worked out. my weak self is just not able to do it. i don’t know why im telling you this...you would’ve been the happiest to hear of my death.” he looks down “i wanted to do it for you...im sorry” 
jiwoo was taken aback. she then absentmindedly walked up to him and embraced him. he became stiff at her sudden move, but quickly relaxed in her arms, resting his head on her shoulder. “i never wanted you to die. even when i found out the truth, i couldn’t imagine killing you. my...dad would have never forgiven me if i did and i...would never forgive myself.” she could hear soft sobs and his figure shaking a bit, and held him tighter.
they stayed like that for a good while, when she felt arms resting on her waist, pulling her closer. he waited for a few seconds before saying, almost whispering, the words he's always wanted to say. "i missed you...so much. there was a time when i wanted to send you here, back when we were in Seoul. i wanted to take all the sadness and anger from you for you to feel at peace. for you to stop destroying yourself. to live here, just like your dad had wanted." she felt hot, fresh tears run down her face. it's been a long time since she's felt any emotion at all. she felt...relieved. like the weight she's been carrying on her shoulder being slowly lifted. she felt a hand patting her back, gently. this feeling...she wanted to keep forever. "i love you, jiwoo."
she doesn't know if it's his warmth that's engulfing her, or his words, or just...him. but she confirmed the feeling she had been pushing away for the longest time: she wanted him in her life, she needed him. and he needed her. they were both broken people that feel hopeless, but with him she felt hopeful loved. the time she recalled with him, he was always protecting her. even when it was dangerous, when he was injured. and seeing him after all this time, she realized that he has been tornenting himself ever since he pulled the trigger. he never forgave himself, and maybe he never will. and knowing your dad, he wouldn't want him to feel this way forever. he would've wanted him to live his life. because he knew that he too, betrayed him.
letting go of mujin, jiwoo breathed loudly as she looked up at the clear sky. "dad...can i do this..? am I...allowed to do this..??" her mind was a mess but her heart was clear in what it wants. it wanted to stay with mujin, and give him another chance. mujin stood there, following her gaze to the cloudy sky. "can i...stay with you for a while?" mujin moved his head so fast he felt his muscles cramp. he looked at her, visibly shocked. "i think...i want to give you another chance. to give us another chance. to attempt to heal, together...i...like you too" jiwoo looked at him only to find him on his knees, crying.
she sat on the soft sand, holding him. the clouds parted its way for the sun to shine, and she smiled. it was like her dad's smile, so bright it could light up the world. they held each other tighter, taking in each other's scent, feeling the start of a new chapter in their life. a brighter one.
a/n: this took ages, but it's finally here!! i think it's safe to say that im satisfied with the ending of the imagine, and i know that most of y'all expected a kiss, but it just didn't fit. this seemed to be most fitting way for them to rekindle their relationship, but it will surely grow into a deeper connection. that is the end of the imagines for my name, i hope you like it!
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withered-tears · 4 years ago
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Howard couldn't believe it.
He was in a bed, an ACTUAL bed, and the craziest part? It was HIS bed.
After so many months of improvised and poorly constructed sleeping arrangements, it was so surreal.
His own bed, on his own room.
And he couldn't sleep.
It's not like he wasn't tired, in fact he was exhausted.
Their abrupt return created quite the chaos, all the sudden interviews and interrogations, not to mention the whole "actual contact with another sentient species" deal.
There was also the rush to a quarantined facility to make sure they weren't bringing any unknown alien virus, which admittedly, Howard hadn't even considered it.
But after hours and hours of frantic activity, his dad put his foot down (and his wallet out) and said:
"My son and these kids just came back from an horrible experience! What they need now is to go back to their homes, their families, and get a good night's rest!"
Well, it seems Howard was going to disappoint his dad, because he couldn't even keep his eyes closed for more than a few seconds at the time.
He was tired, yes, but something just wasn't right.
He felt nervous, on edge, he felt... exposed almost.
There was something wrong.
Something missing.
It was... It was too quiet.
There wasn't any rustling from Shingo getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.
Nor any sleeping mumbles from Sharla.
Nor the quiet whispering of Bell and Kaoru exchanging guard shifts.
Nor the ruffling of Luna and Chako kicking each other in their sleep.
Nor Menodi and Adam's soft but not really quiet snores, that she would fervently refuse to admit to, even after months of all of them sleeping together.
How come after sleeping in literal caves, now Howard felt unsafe on his own room?
With a huff, he blindly grasped for his new phone on his bedside table.
He wasn't even sure when, but in the middle of the previous day chaos they all exchanged contact info.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he scrolled down until finding one of the new contacts and pressed call.
It was almost 3 am, he was not expecting Sharla to pick up immediately.
"Hey... Can't sleep either?"
Next day, Howard's parents find him snoring loudly, sprawled on the bed and hugging one of his extra pillows, next to his head lies his phone, battery almost depleted.
A chorus of barely audible snores can be hear coming from the device, while the screen reads "Howard added Sharla Menodi and 4 others to the group call"
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@samuraiwithachicken I did it x-X
And not sure yet but I MIGHT expand on this lhdksgkskdgbgfhvdxhbghc
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handkinkbis · 1 year ago
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Show review: Destined with You.
So.... I might be in the minority, but as much as I enjoy Rowoon on screen I didn't start watching the show for him.
I was hoping for a witch/shaman Hongjo kdrama to finish near the eve of Halloween as the show seemed to be promising (very logically it seemed to be heading that way!). And she did cast some spells to my pleasure, but to my massive displeasure her witch arc was entirely forgotten about in favor of... not even sure what that kidnapping sequence was all about. Somehow most of Hongjo's agency as a character vanished into the ether as well during the past few episodes. Her character growth consisted of building the confidence to stand up to Nayeon, but her stubborn self reliance fueled by a lifetime of loneliness and trauma (her mother! Her father!!!!) stayed and was left unaddressed. And not to be dramatic, but I might die mad about it.
So past lifes were real, the curses and spells were real, Aengcho was really a shaman and the Gardener for whatever reason (also unexplored) wanted to marry Hongjo in the next life. But Hongjo in current day went from a strong, feisty character who was ready to spell cast her way in and out of trouble into... someone to intentionally get herself kidnapped??
It's like this show was written in the 2000s to early 2010s AND it hated women. I had high hopes for Ms. Ma, Shinyu's mother and Eunwol, but they were done DIRTY by this show. Hongjo's storyline was forgotten. Aengcho got relatively less attention compared to Mujin/Rowoon. It's like the main character changed somewhere and it became Shinyu/Mujin. Shinyu and Jaekyung had their cool lawyer moments (good stuff) and Hongjo got... Nayeon arrested? Nayeon, who was another villain without a proper depth or motivation other than being a 2010s kdrama era Mean Girl. Again, Hongjo and Aengcho were done so dirty. Even Shinyu's poor abused mother went back to her abusive husband AND she got pregnant. That was just tragic!
And kindly don't try to tell me that my reasons to dislike this show are wrong - I've every right to review and hate how badly this show butchered the stories of the female characters in this show even if Rowoon was hot in a bunch of scenes like that's going to compensate for it. I am not a Rowoon stan. 🤷‍♀️ I like him just fine, but it's been frustrating to watch as a non-stan since some stans seem to take any critique of the show as a slight towards Rowoon himself. But he has nothing to do with the writing, so put down your pitchforks, ok.
They should've stuck with the office romcom or made the show into a sageuk and dropped the false advertising of the show as a magic/fantasy drama. The sageuk era episodes SLAPPED. They were tense, beautifully shot and interesting, Aengcho had her moment! I LOVED her in her faceoff with the King, she was powerful and terrifying in that. And as soon as I fell in love with her, Mujin killed Aengcho (in a very meta symbolic way) and that was that. The show itself killed Aengcho and Hongjo.
This show was written to give Rowoon his cool and sexy moments. This was the Rowoon fan service show. Which is fine, but LEAD with that info then. I did enjoy Hongjo and Shinyu together and there were a couple of fun or emotionally compelling episodes, but I didn't finish with positive feelings about the show unfortunately because of the finale.
The writing of the show was exceptionally uneven and erratic. It seemed like from a different decade, but not this one. The relationship between Hongjo and Shinyu was mostly wholesome, but not always the healthiest for several reasons. Shinyu didn't always treat Hongjo well (and vice versa) and he made some decisions for Hongjo in true 2010s kdrama patriarch style.
Hongjo&Shinyu get 7/10 for being adorable and lovable. Loved their relationship development very much. I'm glad they didn't rush to have kids or to marry. The proposal at the beach while addressing Hongjo's dad was endearing.
Plot gets a 3/10 rating. There was potential... and it slipped through the writer's fingers. Loose threads were left untied. Side plots were abandoned or seemingly forgotten about.
Would I rewatch again? Maybe once I stop fuming about how Hongjo was treated by the show, but just for the Shinhong scenes. But it'll take some wound licking and fixit fic writing.
Please universe, give Boah better scripts. She's a wonderful actress and she deserves a role that's cool and that lets her showcase her talent. Many viewers seemed to lose their patience with her, even though the writing of the show was the true issue.
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callaawrites · 3 years ago
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NFWMB | cmj.
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NFWMB | spicy headcanons
Pairing: choi mujin x female reader
Request: what would sex be like with choi mujin?
Genre: smut headcanons, nc-17!
Word Count: 1.5k lmao
Warnings: lots of filth (because why not???), explicit sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, aggressive sex, slight impreg kink, foul language, sentence fragments + my scattered train of thought lmao, etc. DO NOT READ AND DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDERAGE.
Recommended Listening: Track 1, Track 2
Author’s Note: ty for the request, anon! this was a nice lil exercise to get into the right headspace to come back to writing heh. please enjoy!
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If I was born as a blackthorn tree I’d wanna be felled by you, held by you Fuel the pyre of your enemies Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing
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Mujin doesn’t let just anyone into his bed. He’s extremely picky about partners. He knows what’s at stake, he knows what he has to lose. Dongcheon has always come before anything and everything else.  
And so when he eventually (jfc) chooses a partner, you can bet that it’s going to be a long-term, exclusive arrangement.   
Here are the facts: Choi Mujin does not share. Choi Mujin calls the shots. And, lastly, Choi Mujin does not half ass anything. If he’s going to fuck you, he’s going to fuck you.
Once he sets his sights on you, he knows he has to have you. It’s weeks in the making. His team is intent on gathering as much intel as possible. It kind of ruins the mood for him tbh but he knows the organization comes first. He could never let anything dangerous potentially enter their midst.  
But once you two have passed all the hoops and obstacles, you are together. Just a man and a woman.   
Finally.   
Choi Mujin always burns hot, this uncontrollable fire of a man, but he is nothing if not patient.   
He will take his time with you, especially in the beginning. He will pick you apart, piece by piece, until you fall apart -- and then will painstakingly put you back together again with the same attentiveness too. He will want to know every freckle, every birth mark. Will memorize the spots that make you keen and shudder.   
(This initial process may take days, maybe weeks. He will seem almost possessed, in the moment, intent only on learning every single inch of you. He denies himself sex and simple pleasures so often. He has a lot of pent up energy and lost time to make up for lol. Make sure you stay hydrated and eat when he tells you to. You’ll need the energy to keep up with him tbh.)  
You’ll learn quickly that oral sex is an artform with him. He will lay you out on his bed, on his desk, on his couch, on his bar. Will have you sprawled out, legs over his shoulders, back arching off of the floor of his hotel executive office suite. Will eat you out anywhere and everywhere. If he’s craving it (and lbr, when is he not?) and your legs are parting, willing, he will take you and eat you out like a man starved.  
Maybe you’ve had bad experiences with oral sex before. Maybe your lovers haven’t enjoyed it nearly as much in the past. Whatever the case, Choi Mujin will destroy every single preconception or insecurity you may have had around it. Pussy is a delicacy. There’s no place better than having his face pressed between your legs, nose pressed into you, breathing you in. Mouth sucking noisily at your clit. Jaw dripping wet and your thighs burning from his stubble dragging along the soft skin there.  
The noisiest pussy eater ever tbh.   
Likes when it’s messy, likes when it’s wet. Likes coming away from between your legs with his entire mouth and face dripping with your want all over his chin and jaw. Shows him just how much you wanted this -- wanted him. He lives for this shit.  
Overstimulation to the max. Will drag out orgasm after orgasm just with his mouth and fingers alone. Probably hasn’t even taken off his dress shirt yet, when you’re already shivering and shuddering and twitching on his floor.   
Expect lots of dirty talk. He’s not one for degradation though. He isn’t here to call you a bitch or a slut. No, no, no. That’s all wrong. You’re the one he chose, the one he wanted, the one he craved. He’s going to treat you like a princess. He’s going to treat you like his queen.  
Fuck, baby, you’re beautiful. Look at you. Perfect. Gorgeous. Look at the mess you’ve made. Such a messy, messy girl. Do you want my cock? Tell me you want it. Tell me exactly what you want. I’ll give you everything you need.   
The size difference is extreme. He’s a big man. Big hands, big feet, big chest, big cock. And even if not for the sheer size of his person, his energy is even bigger. It wouldn’t matter if you were a foot taller than him, he has a remarkable talent for making everyone standing in front of him feel unfathomably small.   
(Side note: His cock isn’t some monster porn cock lmao. Maybe slightly longer than the average man. But it is t h i c k. Wide and thick and heavy in a way that you probably aren’t used to. Good luck.)  
It’s interesting to see him unravel during sex. He remains firmly in control for the first few sessions, I think. Is still testing the boundaries. Still seeing how far he can push you, how much you’ll take, how much you want him. Is gentle when he first slides into you, knows he may be too big. Presses his fingers into your mouth so that you have something to cry into and comforts you in a low, quiet murmur.   
Is soft, that first round. Slow. Thrusts are unhurried, almost lazy. Lets you feel him, inch for inch, until you can adjust to his girth. Takes his time fucking you until you think you may become wild for it, fully adjusted and slick and desperate, your own hips lifting up off the bed to meet his. Tell me what you need, baby. Be a good girl and tell me what you want.  
After that, all bets are off the table. I hope you have your seat belt on.  
Mujin is animalistic during sex. Once he’s fully comfortable with you (and you with him), he will fuck you like a man deranged.   
Loves wild, desperate sex, your fingers clawing down his back and his hand pressed to your throat. Loves when you buck against him, desperate for his cock, all inhibitions gone and thrown away. That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want. Let me give you what you need. Expect tons of growling and tightly gripped hands and wet, sweat-drenched skin. Will plow into you like there’s no tomorrow.   
Will also mark the shit out of you. His teeth and mouth will be everywhere. There won’t be a piece of clothing out in the world that can hide just how much he’s marked up your neck and back and thighs. Is extremely possessive. Needs to know that the world will know you belong to him. Needs you to know that you belong to him.   
Honestly, a few sessions in, when he’s barely lucid and already completely safe and comfortable with you, his dirty talk will probably get even filthier. Want me to fill you up, sweetheart? Want my come all over you, inside you. You belong to me, baby. Honey. Let me fill you up. Fuck this cunt. Fuck this pussy. My pussy. My good girl.  
Is almost always barebacking, I think. Especially once you two have that kind of established relationship. There’s just something so animalistic and satisfying, for him, to be able to cum inside of you. To watch it dribble out of you after. To know that you will walk around in the world, on the streets, past strangers -- all these men and women -- who will not know that he is leaking out of you.   
Or maybe they will? Maybe they’ll be able to smell him on you? Maybe his scent, all wood and leather and cigarettes and sex, will be so deeply embedded into you by the time he’s had his fill.   
It’s shit like that that gets him off most tbh.  
Oh god I’m already past 1k LMAO let’s wrap this up... THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SIMPLE EXERCISE CALLA WYD  
Okay but after everything is said and done, he will hold you and let you curl into him. Will smile when you fold yourself to fit against him, your flushed, red face pressed thankfully into the expanse of his sweaty chest. Enjoys when you let him care for you like this. He is as protective as he is possessive. Let him protect you, let him hold you.   
You will be sore all over and Mujin’s chest will be heaving from the effort. Who knows how long you two have been at it? How many days has it been? How many times did he feed you by hand, when you were too dazed and barely lucid to feed yourself?   
He will press a glass of water to your mouth. Will swipe your sweaty hair away from your face. Kiss your temple. Probably draw you a bath.   
...And bide his time until he can do this all over again. And again, and again, and again...  
So... what would sex be like with Mujin, you asked, anon??? Expect to be destroyed. He will ruin you, in the very best way possible.
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Hello! I loved it “𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 | cmj ”, I was wondering if you could do a second part but when they get home there is an obscenity mixed with fluff ...
𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖘 | cmj. (ii)
part two of 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊
choi mujin x fem!reader
warnings: slightly toxic relationship; age-gap; fluff; jealousy; smut; dom!mujin; sub!reader; teasing; oral; penetration
song: venus — dprlive
word count: 4k
disclaimer: thank you so much for the request and im so sorry to only be posting it now, but this was kinda long, also psa i usually don't write hardcore smuts in my stories, mainly because i prefer to write more realistic sex in a way (also i really don't like violent sex, if that's what you're aiming for, then you better find it somewhere else because i won't be doing that here) so, i really wanted it to be really natural between them and more real, since they're husband and wife, so yeah (sorry for the long intro lmao, i babble a lot)
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               THE DROP OF THE TEMPERATURE THICKENED THE AIR WITH WHICH YOU FILLED YOUR LUNGS AS YOU SLOWLY INHALED IT, LETTING THE BURN OF THE COLD CUT THROUGH YOUR CHEST AND WASH AWAY THE DRUNKNESS. You fairly remembered your husband exchanging a few whispered words at his right hand as he soothed your skin, which led to your eyes slowly becoming heavier and heavier as the clock signaled three in the morning and the lights around you becoming sharp enough to give you a headache. Funny enough, your alcohol had been cut short by no one other than your husband once your drunk sessions became way too dangerous not only for the people around you but also for yourself. And when you had complained at how dramatic his worry had become over you, he simply reminded you of the time you were in Bangkok during one of his travel businesses, and you had poured shots for the wife of the Prime Minister right before sharing a very adventurous session of karaoke.
In all fairness, it had been your first time tasting rum and your husband had his hands full with the negotiations. He couldn't possibly discuss his most important business and keep an eye on you at the same time, yet he trusted you completely not to harm yourself or anyone important. Safe to say he has never let you drink alcohol on your own ever again. Or hang out with the Prime Minister's wife, whose husband was less than amused by his companion's behavior. If you were to be honest you barely remember the night; only the giggles that had left your mouth as your husband grumpily dragged you to your hotel room.
And today was no different from that same memory. Here you were, hugged by Mujin's black jacket as your husband gently grabbed your waist, hard enough for you not to trip on your own feet. He carried your heels on his free hand, whilst barking orders at the security that surrounded you both as you made your way to the black SUV. And as if the situation wasn't already chaotic enough, your lips had wandered through his chin until they dropped on the curve of his neck, where you entertained yourself with staining his tanned skin with the red of your lipstick. He had shuddered slightly at the beginning, sending you a warning look that you knew so well, yet the dizziness in your brain ignored all the red lights he sent you.
⸻ At least let me get us to the car, darling. ⸻ He had hushed you quite harshly as if biting the words in between his teeth. You knew the precise points to press in order to distress him, and his sensitive neck was one of them. Also, the fuzzy region right under his belly button, which you loved to trail with both your fingers and your mouth, quickly brought him to his undoing. More memories of the both of you sitting by the fireplace, your lips and tongue painting his skin as he discussed something quietly on the phone, eyes shut close in meditation and breath uneven. It was all fun and games until he tossed the damned phone aside and pulled you to his lap showing you why you should always finish what you started.
Taeju opened the back door quickly, and you were the first to step inside the vehicle as your husband carefully sat you on the cream seat, the cold of the leather bringing goosebumps to your skin that was easily softened by the warm ambiance inside of the car. Your head fell against the widow as your husband took his place by your side, exchanging a few words with Taeju before the man softly closed the door on you, only to take his place next to the driver. The car was large and spacious, the front and back seats separated by a partition that was only opened when Mujin had to order any of his men. It wasn't exactly used only for your lustful endeavors. Mujin liked his privacy, even if it meant he could drink his Scotch in peace from any outside noise. Which was now the case.
The quiet man poured himself some caramel liquid with two blocks of ice, twirling them slightly before he brought them to his dry lips as you entertained yourself with putting your shoes back on. When you were done, you gestured for him to pass you the glass, but he only grabbed your fingers and pressed them to his chest, which was exposed from the lack of tie that he decided to not wear in that evening. Although annoyed, you still massaged the skin under your palm and ran your fingers on his torso, soothing the nerves still present from the scene that had happened in the club with the Japanese businessman.
⸻ Tell me what's happening in here. ⸻ You tapped your finger in his forehead, earning a snort of his in response. The tip of your thumb slid down the length of his curvy nose, resting at its button. You smile wickedly before moving it once again, this time stopping right in between his lips, lifting your eyes so that you could see how intensely he watched you. You felt yourself burn under his gaze, the dress becoming too heavy and the jewels too cold.
He nibbled at your finger before kissing it softly, as if to soothe the pain. ⸻ Too much.
⸻ We have... ⸻ You grabbed his arm so that you could check his expensive watch, noticing how the arrows almost reached four in the morning. ⸻ At least twenty minutes before reaching our destination. Use your time wisely.
He sighed tiredly before reaching over his cigarettes, pulling one in between his lips. You searched on the inside of his jacket for the golden lighter you had gifted him on your last birthday, one that included both your initials and the date on which you had tied the knot. Once you finally felt it against your fingers, you brought it to his face and calmly lighted the brownish cigarette, his exhausted gaze never leaving you or your movements. He puffed some clouds of smoke, carefully as to not throw them in your face, before he finally spoke.
⸻ The man at the club, Akio, knew of your family. ⸻ He had revealed, keeping his tone as low as possible, not that anyone inside of the vehicle dared to eavesdrop on your conversation. But you understood Mujin's worry and the way his forehead creased at the thought of the criminal he just killed.
⸻ He didn't seem to know me, though. That, or he's a great pretender. ⸻ You had tried to ease him whilst finding the perfect spot in his lap to sit yourself on, and once you did, you eased your body against his, your curves melting against his muscles, and waited for him to finish.
⸻ He didn't know what you looked like. Or that you were married to me, anyway. His shock tasted too... Real, for it to be a farse. Yet he did mention your father. And you. ⸻ Although his eyes wandered far off before the both of you, he still held you tight against him, lips finding your forehead as he lovingly kissed your brow. His breath smelled of alcohol and cigars, a too familiar odor that you had grown used to since you had met him. ⸻ I think it finally clicked to him who you were when I revealed that your family was half Japanese.
⸻ If you knew that he was acquainted with my family, why on earth would you do that? ⸻ You slightly shifted so that you could properly look at your husband, his deep eye bags and the smooth wrinkles of his skin that gave him a different type of charm. Yet no matter how handsome he might be, you still felt uneasiness burn in your insides.
Mujin seemed to taste that fear of yours, like a hunting hound searching for hares, yet he simply grabbed a lock of your hair and twirled it in his finger, deep in thought. ⸻ He was to be your husband.
Your brain seemed to fail you after your husband's revelation, however, memories from your past self quickly emerged and rocked you like a wrecking ball. Three years ago, briefly before you were sent off to marry the great Choi Mujin, your father had been receiving marriage proposals from all sides of his business partners, being legal or not. Yet the only option which had stood out was the right-hand of a Yakuza drug lord whom your father had been making business with for over three decades. Still, moving to South Korea as a Japanese man was as taboo as one could imagine, not only to its normal citizens but also to its criminals. The illegal nets of the Korean underworld were as accepting of your father as the rest of the Korean society had been, and a major mobster like him had to earn an important reputation quickly before he ended up gutted on a street corner. And for that, he used his most valuable card: you. His youngest and only daughter, born of a Korean woman who he had married briefly after landing in Seoul. Your double nationality had offered him opportunities in both countries, yet here is where you were most needed. And so, he sent a tempting proposition to the most known man in their field at the time, one that was expanding his business so quickly that mobsters left and right begged to be on his good side.
It had been an interesting meeting, yours. You had already been informed of your father's plans beforehand, which not everyone, especially mobster's daughters, had the luxury of. Yet the thought of marrying a stranger, known for their violence and ruthlessness, forced you to throw the biggest tantrum from your whole existence right in front of your future husband. However, watching his fiancé childishly scream at their father and throwing them a shoe brought a genuine smile to his face, one he hadn't felt since Donghoon's departure. And that was enough for him to hurry the process and put a ring in your finger in less than a month.
You suspiciously narrowed your eyes at your husband.
⸻ Did you kill him because you were jealous? ⸻ It seemed so ridiculous that you couldn't help but to giggle at the thought of your always-serious-husband throwing a fit because of a man that you barely knew of. And still, when he refused to meet your gaze and the laughing finally died down, you allowed yourself to hang your mouth wide open without a word coming out of it. Mujin had killed the right-hand of a Yakuza just because he didn't like the fact that he was supposed to marry his now wife. It would've been amusing if not for the recklessness of it all. ⸻ Mujin, are you fucking with me?! He was a Yakuza! Do you realize that they will order for your head on a goddamn plate when this reaches his boss?!
⸻ The original plan wasn't this. When he arrived in Korea, I was informed about his connections with your family, and although I was out of my mind, I still didn't plan on doing anything. I swear. ⸻ He took another sip of his drink before nestling you against his chest and colliding your foreheads, allowing him to whisper the rest. ⸻ But when I saw him looking at you, dancing and smiling and looking so fucking perfect tonight, Taeju had to remove my knives before I sharpened their blades on his skin. And imagine my delight when his boss calls me informing me that he was a mole that had to be removed. Safe to say I was more than glad to help my potential business partner.
⸻ How convenient. I'm glad everything went according to plan. ⸻ The sneer in your face made Mujin wince in disapproval like he always did when you used that prickly attitude of yours towards him. You paid him no mind, though. Sometimes he had to hear it from someone, might as well be from the only person he paid any mind to.
⸻ I won't apologize for laying out my services to a future ally. ⸻ He said nonchalantly, and that was enough to make you snort in response. Sometimes he could be pettier than a teenage girl, and it was as endearing as it was annoying.
⸻ Yes, I'm sure it was quite the sacrifice, my love. The rest of us only hope to be half the benevolent man you are. ⸻ You ironically stroked the beard around his chin, giving him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth as you patronized his whole existence. And when you looked back at Mujin, his face was as stoic as a rock, excluding the warning in his eyes that always made you hot in the right places.
⸻ I don't like when you use that dirty mouth of yours against me. You already know that, darling. ⸻ He had closed his fingers around your chin gently, yet the pull he gave you to come closer to him was anything but. Your faces were as close as proximity allowed you to be, and right before he opened his mouth to reprimand you once again, the car came to a stop, right under a familiar building. ⸻ What a perfect time to arrive home. Right when I was going to teach you some manners.
He let go of you quite harshly, even though his other hand held you tight against him. The cold air hit you once again as Taeju opened the door for the both of you to step out, bowing as he always did before muttering his goodbyes, which were shared by the both of you. The car was then taken to the underground garage whilst your husband opened the front door and carefully took you in his arms to the second floor, the darkness engulfing both of your bodies. It was warm and comfortable inside of your home like it always was when he was there, different from the times where he had to leave you behind to travel to some dangerous location. Yet those were rare events, and he much preferred having you as his prime traveling companion. Like he did with everything else in his life.
Laying your elegant body on the soft mattress, he carefully took off his jacket from your shoulders and put him somewhere across the room, leaving you to stretch a little before his hands had found their way around your ankles, where he tried to slowly remove your heels. Once your feet were finally allowed to relax, his fingers pressed themselves in the sweetest spots in your flesh, massaging them well enough for you to squirm like a cat against the bed. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and his watch was now gone, as well as his shoes, yet you could barely think about clothing when his lips had found their way to your calve, trailing an invisible path on your leg until the curve of your knee.
⸻ My sweet, sweet wife. ⸻ The palm of his hand pressed the inside of your tight, allowing you to sprawl yourself on the gray mattress, as exposed as your body allowed you to be. He then ran his thumb over the lace of your underwear, appreciating the piece he himself had bought for you. The intensity of his gaze made you shudder. ⸻ I would kill for you. I would die for you. There isn't a single thing that you could ask me that I would deny. Even if it meant burning this fucking world to the ground and building you a castle from its ashes.
⸻ What about a child? ⸻ You carefully asked your husband, the question so quietly voiced that you swore he hadn't heard you. Yet from the shift of expressions on his face, the way he watched you with disbelief softening his glassy eyes, it was more than confirmation enough that he had, indeed, understood your words quite clearly. You were just scared at how he would interpret them. And his silence made you shrink even more against the mattress as if its softness could swallow you whole.
You haven't exactly dreamed of being a mother your whole life. You weren't those type of people who, at twelve years old, had the name of your children picked out and how your wedding would look like. It's not like you hated the thought of it, you just had different goals for yourself. Like having a stable life, away from crime and death, and, most importantly, the mafia. Yet seeing that neither of those wishes would be granted to you, after marrying the man you so dearly loved, having a child didn't seem that scary anymore, even with the whole crime, death, and mafia thing. And it didn't exactly have to be through pregnancy, especially if you weren't able to conceive, however, the thought of starting a family felt more and more right the more you started at your husband's eyes.
⸻ Is that your wish, then? ⸻ You meekly nodded, terrified at how stoic his voice sounded in your ears. If he denied you that, although you weren't going to leave him for it, you would still be pretty devastated. In three years of matrimony, children have only been mentioned at least twice in your conversations, and Mujin had always been awfully quiet when those moments happened. He didn't exactly show any sort of protest against it, yet he also never voiced his support.
⸻ I know it's early, and I know I'm still young and I have my whole life ahead of me to make this decision but... I want to have children with you. Not because it's what tradition demands, or because of other silly reasons. I want it because I love you, and nothing would make me happier than to carry a piece of you inside of me. ⸻ Just when you thought he was going to get up and leave the room to cool off, he placed a peck on your knee, and another on the inside of your tight. Kisses after kisses until he finally reached your lower belly, which he was now exposing by delicately lifting your golden dress until it reached your chest. Your toes curled when he rubbed his nose there as if he was getting himself high at the mere smell of your skin.
⸻ Then I suppose... I will have to give you one. ⸻ He seriously spoke whilst lifting his head to meet your narrowed eyes, heavy from the events of the night before while everything inside of you awoke at his touch. You knew things weren’t that simple and that you were probably going to discuss it more thoroughly in the morning, yet his answer made you so giddy that you couldn't help but caress his face and bring him to you so that you could slide your tongue against his and taste all the alcohol and drugs he had so fiercely denied you.
Yet he only kissed you long enough to remove you out of the dress, leaving you with your chest so beautifully exposed to him that his pupils dilated at the work of art you were in his eyes. As if in a trance, he traveled his hand through the mold of your breasts, tasting how they felt against his large palms and how hard your perfect nipples were at the ecstasy entering your body through his touch. You arched when he squeezed one of them, his eyes finding your face as you mumbled something in sweet pleasure, and then he dipped his head on your torso so that his warm tongue could devour the other neglected breast, engulfing it as if it was his last meal as a dying man. Your hands closed themselves around his hair, now so handsomely disheveled and tickling your skin only to deepen even more the mixture of sensations you were feeling.
⸻ G-give me more... I n-need more. ⸻ It felt pathetic to stutter with such simple movements, however, the love and passion and desire you felt for this man ran so deep in your veins that he could be staying fully clothed in front of you and yet you would still be turned on by his simple presence. And without stopping his movements, Mujin simply freed his mouth in order to tease you even further.
⸻ Someone's being very demanding today. First alcohol, then a child, and now this. I should've known you were easily spoiled. ⸻ He gave you one last lick in your nipple before putting some distance in between your bodies, earning an exasperated exhale from your lips. He felt so far away it physically hurt you. ⸻ But since that's my mistake, I figured I have to fix it.
You were barely registering his words, too focused on the way his hand carefully abandoned your breast so that it could lower itself on the way down to your abdomen until it reached the hem of your pretty underwear, the gift Mujin had so lovingly picked for you on your last date in Italy, and that you had waited so obediently to wear. He had insisted for it to only be worn on special occasions, and the prospect of a new partnership seemed good enough reason for you to finally put it to use.
⸻ I'd never thought I'd be so angry at a lace for keeping you from me. But since I bought it, I have the right to ruin it. Don't you think, my love? ⸻ You dutifully nodded at him, hair falling against your face as you did so, and your confirmation was all that he needed to rip the piece of expensive fabric from your waist and throw it on the floor, without even sparing a glance at it. Your husband then grabbed the back of your tights so that you could close your legs around him, and once you did, he slowly removed the shirt from his torso and gave it the same destination as your underwear. ⸻ Don't want to feel overdressed, especially when you are looking this good.
You bit your lip at the sound of his belt being opened, and even harder when Mujin's hands grabbed your legs once more, this time to rest them around his shoulders, the warmth of his skin making your toes curl as a shiver touched your spine. He was a constant fever and you were already delirious. Even more when he knelt in front of the bed once more, only to lick his lips at the sight of you completely bare before him. Open-mouth kisses were pressed on your crotch, right next to where you really wanted him, and yet you couldn't help but whimper at the saliva dripping against your folds, almost touching that one sensitive spot you so desperately wanted him to touch.
And without breaking eye contact with you, your husband opened his mouth wider and devoured you like a famished beast, tongue circling your clitoris as his jaw moved against the inside of your legs. The harshness of his beard only excited you more, it was so familiar and so him that it could never bring you discomfort like one would assume. You grabbed the back of his neck to hold yourself in place, while the other hand found his own, — which was resting on your stomach —, and intertwined its fingers with his, giving you the reassurance you needed to let yourself be surrounded by all of him and his wonders.
The slurping sound was messy and nasty, arousing you even more as you felt another spasm attacking your body. His fingers curling inside of you also didn't help your case. You felt so ridiculously high that you didn't even realize how close you were to finally reaching your peak of pleasure, not that your husband would stop after that. You chanted his name like a prayer and squeezed your eyes shut, taking in the wave of ecstasy that made you arch against Mujin's mouth. The orgasm came so quickly you almost felt ashamed, yet the pretty high-pitched noises that left your lips were anything but. You weren't scared of being loud for your husband, you just didn't feel the need to scream at the top of your lungs to express how good he actually made you feel.
Yet you were always such a mess after your first orgasm that he couldn't help but to adoringly smile as he cleaned his mouth with his own thumb, only to delicately bring it to your half-open mouth. And like the sweet, obedient girl you were, your lips softly closed around his finger as your tongue swirled around it, making Mujin's gaze harden over you and your figure.
You gave it one last loving kiss before he moved his hand to your lower back, raising you in his arms so that you could sit in his lap. And the quickness of it all, especially after you came, was enough for your head to feel dizzy. Noticing this, your husband removed your hair from your sweaty cheeks before kissing you hungrily, mouth wider than yours as it swallowed every uneven breath that you let out. The man distracted you with his kisses and he carefully positioned you on the tip of his dick, already so patiently waiting for you to properly receive him. He guided your hips for a while so that you could prepare yourself for him, relaxing you so that he wouldn't hurt you like he always worried would happen, even with your constant reassurance. And when you were finally wet enough, he slid inside you so swiftly that you had to get a hold of his shoulders to prevent you from convulsing from the sensation.
It was all so overwhelming to both of you. How his length filled you whole, the way your walls felt around him. How right it all felt. You moved your hips in order to get more of that addictive feeling, earning a low breath from your husband in return, and both of his hands had to grab your ass so that you could ride him in that exact way that made you both lose your minds. As soon as you felt his touch on you, lifting you up slightly, you returned to your movements and tiredly worked on your hips, bringing them in sloppy circles as his own body started to mimic them. You both moved in clumsy synchrony, your arms resting on his shoulders and neck as you put enough distance for you to look at how he threw his head back in bliss, teeth tearing up the skin of his lower lip as he did so.
The sight of it made you move faster, breasts moving at the sudden rush and hair completely falling against your sweaty back. Noticing the change of pace, and how much his body had hardened at it, Mujin positioned his hands so that he could hold you closer, both of your chests glued together as you wildly jumped on his lap, moans caressing his ears and bringing him even closer to his own release. And like the loving husband he was, he reached for your sensitive folds so that he could stimulate you as much as you were stimulating him, and the mere touch of his thumb on your clitoris was enough for you to melt against him and whimper on the skin of his shoulder as if you were marking your words on it. Those sounds were his undoing, for he too came right after you, the white liquid spilling warmly inside of you in the strangest of sensations. Yet, you welcomed it.
⸻ You did so well. So, so well. ⸻ Your husband mumbled against your hair, fingers running up and down your back as you clung to his embrace with an iron grip. You always craved his touch when the both of you were done, and although this time it was no different, your exhaustion made it harder for you to maintain yourself in this position. So, you allowed him to remove himself from inside you and get up from the bed, but not before caressing your cheek with adoration in his eyes. When he returned, his body was cleaned and his hands carried a warm towel, which he used to remove any liquids or marks that you might have after such a messy affair. After he made sure you were in no way uncomfortable, or in need of anything else besides a cup of water, the man sat beside your laying figure and squeezed your shoulder, right before speaking. ⸻ You should go to the toilet before bed. You can shower in the morning, but you have to do this now, ok? I'll open the bed for us in the meantime.
And once everything was set, you in his clothes and him holding you against his chest, you had pleasantly smiled to yourself before allowing your brain to take a rest, hearing the constant slow beating of your husband's heart as it lulled you sleep.
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