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goo kim aimlessly wanders around lamp-lit roads while the sun goes down by the beach, watching palm trees blowing in the wind and feeling goosebumps raise upon exposed skin. dark silhouettes around him fade into the background as his vision pans across his hometown and he recalls his time training by the sea, sweating in the hot sun and getting more irritated every minute by the sand creeping between his toes. he'd often jump into the water to cool off after a long day, just before his master scolded him for leaving his sword in the sand. he remembers the sunlight blinding his eyes, the chemical scent of sunscreen, the feel of his clothes and hair blowing in the breeze. he'd give anything to go back. for now, he'll settle for taking a picture.

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thinking about kang dagyeom x fem/genderbent! yujin

[in an event where yujin suddenly turns into a girl. eugene is spelled yujin here because "yujin" is a gender-neutral name in korean.] minors dni!

dagyeom gets harder by the second every time he sees yujin until he's pushing her onto the desk, hiking up her short skirt and rutting into her, pussy too soft and warm to resist. yujin throws her head back, letting out the most lewd sounds she never thought she could make. dagyeom pushes up her top, making her tits spill out and yujin lets him rub and tease her pretty pink nipples as he pleased, not used to feeling conscious of her bare chest. yujin is helpless whenever dagyeom pounds into her, getting addicted to this new sensation. the sensitivity, the manhandling, the mind-numbing orgasms. dagyeom's got her wrapped around his finger.

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'*•.¸♡ young master xehanort headcanons ♡¸.•*'

song: aphrodite by rini

↺ if there's one thing this guy knows how do, it's laundry. his clothes always smell amazing and it's a real wonder considering he doesn't have access to much laundry supplies. ↺ i don't know what he does, maybe brushed his teeth with sand or smth, but he has brilliant white teeth. they contrast amazingly with his skin. ↺ he shaves his arms. partially to show them off and partially because he just likes the smoothness. it's a shame though, since his white hair gives a sort of ethereal glow in the sun. ↺ he's a picky eater, but he loves to eat. his favorite food is sandwiches. his favorite meal (and the one that's easiest to make) is a tuna sandwich with a bag of chips and a soda. ↺ he has nipple piercings. when you're stuck on an island for sixteen years, you kinda run out of things to do. they've made his nipples super sensitive, and they are perked up most of the time. he loves when they poke through his shirt. ↺ similar to eraqus, he has an odd habit of rubbing/fondling himself, particularly where he's sensitive. he was seen reaching up his shirt in the middle of class and rubbing his sides. stomach, and chest. and in more restrictive situations, rubbing his ears and inner thighs. he does it absentmindedly and doesn't always realize other people can see. he even does it in his sleep. ↺ a yoga fanatic. he loves doing yoga any time of the day. he has a lot of strength and stability, so watching him do yoga with the sunlight shining on him is very aesthetically pleasing. ↺ can't explain it but I feel like he has two versions himself. there's the xehanort that is outgoing, fun, and playful with his white hair and muscular arms. and there's xeha who wears comfy clothes, changes his hair back to black in his room, and puts on his glasses who's super introverted and sweet. ↺ one of those people that smiles with their eyes a lot, so he looks extra charming. on that note, he has very expressive eyes. ↺ in contrast to eraqus, who feels comfy and inviting, everything about xehanort is elegant and poised. perhaps a tad intimidating, but he's really not scary at all. ↺ between him and eraqus, he has the woodier jokes. eraqus is frequently seen beside him laughing and tearing up. xehanort himself tends to cover his mouth and face when he laughs.

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*:･ﾟ✧ TOYFRIEND *:･ﾟ dg/james lee x yandere! ??? ·˚ ༘

music: persona 5 - beneath the mask instrumental with rain

tw: yandere behavior, stalking, anonymous gifts/messages, sexual humor, slut shaming, mentions of sexual favors, mentions of purging, mentions of alcohol/gambling addiction

"He probably sucks the teacher off."

"Is it even worth it? It's not like he's gonna be famous or something."

"I hear his poetry's not even that good."

"He's just a liar. He probably throws up his lunch, too."

Jihoon heard these whispers almost everyday at school. He'd gotten used to them, they don't hurt quite as much as they used to. "They're just jealous," his classmate told him. But the faces that surrounded him, the crooked smiles, the gazes sultry with amusement told him otherwise. That classmate's less than discreet glances did not escape him either.

It seemed the more his prowess was awarded and he was paraded around like a trophy; the more he seemed to shrink in on himself, slump when he walked, keep his head down at his desk so as not to be seen. He had gotten used to it. His ego only got him so far before all his efforts began to backfire in one way or another. The epic highs and lows of high school . . . something or other.

Presently, he was sitting at his desk, in the back of class of course, trying to eat his lunch in peace while he watched some others kids playing soccer through the window.

"Maybe he jerks off the other players so they let him score," he hears a girl whisper as she walks through the door.

"That doesn't explain the poetry, though," another girl says. "Oh!-"

Jihoon had stopped eating and was staring them down, eyes lidded and glazed over.

"Let's leave him alone!" One of the girls whispers.

"Maybe he's waiting for someone!" The other one teases while they both the classroom.

If there was one thing Jihoon was still proud of, it was his surprising amount of composure. He could jack off in the back of the classroom, and no one would notice. Probably. Most likely. He's never tried it. He has grades to keep up!

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Or as uneventful as it gets for Jihoon. He disliked studying at school, so he leaves as soon as he is allowed. As always, he quickly finishes his assigned cleaning for the day and walks to the front building, where he changes his school shoes for his old raggedy ones. He pulls over his hoodie, his favorite that he liked to wear as often as possible. He speed walks home from there, eager to finish his studying so he could do his workout for the day. He had been given a day off from working the register at the grocery store, so he was determined to put his time to good use. He was feeling particularly ambitious today. He also wanted to study up on a new sport he was trying, golf. Boring as it sounded, it couldn't hurt to add to his repertoire.

He ponders about the different angles, trajectories, and postures, swinging his keys in his hand all the way back to his apartment. He used to live with his dad in another apartment, but Jihoon moved out after witnessing his intense alcohol and gambling addictions. Not to mention their near constant arguments. He mysteriously disappeared to another town, much to Jihoon's delight.

He unlocks the door and steps inside. The place was messy, typical of a high schooler. Papers, clothes, and bedding strewn about. Organized chaos is what they call it, he thinks. At least one part of him didn't have to be perfect. Though, he slightly recoils at the musty scent that clouded the room. Likely the result of not washing his bedding.

He sets down his backpack next to his desk, glancing at a pile of mail on top from the previous day. Monthly bills, credit card offers, university pamphlets, and the like. One odd, small envelope sat at the top of the pile. It was dark red and addressed to him in neat, compact Hangeul.

Jihoon picks it up and examines it. Nothing stood out other other than his name. He carefully slit it open, pulling out the white card inside. He flips it open, and a small stack of bills falls out onto the desk. His breath hitches when he reads the card.

'Buy yourself a new pairs of shoes.'

Bright red ink. And at the bottom, a flamboyant signature heart.

Jihoon counts 70,000 won in the stack. Was this a joke? But no one would give up so much money for a joke. Must be some kind of gift from an admirer. But who could it be when everyone at school despises him? Although, the kids at his school aren't normal after all. They sure were dedicated, if anything. Surely, it couldn't be . . . a teacher?

How many people could know about his ratty sneakers, anyway? It's not like he goes anywhere other than school and the grocery store. Not that there's anywhere else to go.

And If it came from anyone dangerous, surely he could just beat them up, right?

Jihoon shoves the contents back into the envelope and decides to investigate tomorrow, electing to finish his to-do list. He finishes studying quickly, and with even more fervor than intended, his workout as well. Satisfied with this amount of productivity, he cooks a small dinner and finally freshens up.

His shower is longer than normal. He closes his eyes and lets the steaming hot water sting his skin. Against his will, his mind drifts back and forth between school and the mystery note until he gets out. He sluggishly gets dressed, muscles aching slightly, and brushes his teeth. He slips into his bed despite his damp hair, pulling the covers above his face, a final comfort. He'd go back to work the next day and everything would be fine. He is settling in for sleep, but his eyes shoot open when he realizes.

He brought that pile of mail in yesterday. And that red envelope wasn't in it.

~ Earlier that week ~

It was late at night and the store was about to close when he came. The door bell rang gently as he opened it.

"Welcome," a boy called halfheartedly, not looking up from the ground which he was sweeping around his register. The man noted his dirty sneakers that look like they'd been worn to death. Oh, that won't do.

He nearly rolled his eyes as he looked around, unimpressed with the compact layout and monotone color palette. The lame interior design and general rundown nature of the store made for a strangely suffocating feel, as though someone had attempted to make it as boxy and uncomfortable as possible. He'd heard something about this store being owned by a guy who was some bigshot gangster back in the day. Maybe the guy went broke.

He began to peruse the aisles, not searching for anything in particular but watching out of the corner of his eye. That boy wasn't paying attention to him. It was a smart choice to wear boring black clothing, not typical of him, but that was his idea. Though his hair was rather notable, bright red streaks throughout his natural black hair. He had tried to brush it out of his face and pulled his hood over.

He circled the aisles closest to the registers, looking for something to buy that made some sense and settled on a couple air fresheners for his car.

When he went to pay, the boy stopped sweeping and quickly rang up his items. He didn't look at him, only asking something about whether he had found what he was looking for. The man quietly affirmed. He paid in cash and took the plastic bag.

When he reached for it, the boy finally made eye contact. The ever so slight dilation of his pupils and raise of his brows did not go unnoticed by the man, who merely offered a polite smile.

He left the store without another word, hands in pockets and eyes closing. It was gonna be a bitch to walk all the way back to his car, which was parked on the far outskirts of the town.

Back inside the store, Jihoon watched curiously the stranger to whom he had just sold car fresheners walk off into the darkness, not a car in sight.

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goo kim who has never had a normal childhood.

goo kim who is pressured to excel in every area of his life. he is expected to embody perfection. he loathes the stench of cigarette smoke and permanent ink of tattoos marring people's bodies that only detract from sublimity. he mustn't be swayed.

goo kim who studies fervently at school and comes home early to practice swordfighting. his strikes are perfectly placed time and time again as he traces out the human body in his mind.

goo kim who is isolated from his peers, wandering through school alone, daydreaming about anatomy. you cannot befriend those with whom you have nothing in common.

goo kim who trains to near death for his family. he comes from a long line of bodyguards, assassins, mercenaries, and the like.

goo kim whose father's orders are absolute. he is to be married off and will produce offspring to continue their bloodline. trivial dreams of anything otherwise will be swiftly brought to an end.

goo kim who is the perfect son, prodigal with talent, at the service of his father.

goo kim who wishes he was born in another place.

goo kim, a man of many talents and the ultimate curse.

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lookism characters as location aesthetics

goo kim

picture perfect beach town, salty ocean air, vibrant colored houses, skipping school to take naps on the beach, bright green grass, music playing in the streets, sunkissed skin and tousled hair, candid photos, red lipstick stains, perfect grades, perfect life, bleach blonde hair, glistening abs, soaking in the sunlight, dripping bikinis, hot kisses, heart racing, feeling like you're driving into the heavens, afternoon thunderstorms, palm trees blowing in the wind, running in the rain

na jaegyeon

cozy hometown, empty school yard, brilliant sunsets, childhood memories, swinging alone at the playground, soft knit sweaters, warm chocolate chip cookies, passing notes in class, stolen kisses, long hugs, afternoon drives, feeling someone's breath on your skin, piles of blankets on your bed, gifted teddy bears, vanilla perfume, a fresh cup of coffee, memories of a past lover, cuddling in your bedroom, walking down your old street, foggy mornings, fairy lights, pink lip gloss

james lee

abandoned small town, walking home alone, quiet evenings, doing your homework on the floor, workout out at the playground, strangers you pay no mind, fake friends, boring routines, same old winter jacket, no car, saving rolls of cash, dated supermarket, a stubborn boss, instant coffee, early school mornings, messy bedsheets, collections of odd things, trusting your intuition, rereading favorite books, studying in your free time, white t-shirts and jeans, boxed hair dye

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︶꒦꒷♡ young master eraqus headcanons ♡꒷꒦︶

song: love traveler by tearliner

𓆩⟡𓆪 he doesn't have a serious caffeine addiction, but he is that person that needs his coffee first thing in the morning. and he is absolutely that girl that needs like an uber specific coffee order from the same place at the same time everyday. on that note, he loves anything brown sugar and caramel flavored. 𓆩⟡𓆪 he is fond of making his own sweets, such as caramel and vanilla pudding. he also loves cooking and sharing with others in general. 𓆩⟡𓆪 he is always running out of cash (because he loves to buy fast food) but also always manages to find more throughout his room. 𓆩⟡𓆪 he's very affectionate and touchy, likes hugging, holding, caressing people. but he's extremely gentle. you can tell it's him by how soft his touch is. 𓆩⟡𓆪 very caring and has a big heart. cares a lot about people even if he's just met them. to that end, he's very generous and self-sacrificing. he just loves people a lot, okay? 𓆩⟡𓆪 he likes to wear loose, comfortable clothes because his skin is prone to chafing. 𓆩⟡𓆪 everything about him is soft. his touch, his hair, his skin. even his clothes are very worn and washed, so they feel soft. he only likes soft things. especially on his bed, which is layered with comfy blankets. he seems to be very self-indulgent, no? 𓆩⟡𓆪 speaking of his clothes, he definitely has that slightly musty skin-like scent to himself and his bedroom. it's the kind of scent that is specific to him and very comforting. 𓆩⟡𓆪 takes great care to maintain hygiene and smell nice at times, but this is more for other people's sake. he might even use one of those perfume oils. 𓆩⟡𓆪 he is the embodiment of comfort and home if it was a person. 𓆩⟡𓆪 he prefers short hair because it's easier to take care of, but keeps it long because he was told it makes him look charming. 𓆩⟡𓆪 this guy likes tanning, but just a little bit. he likes looking sunkissed or sum shit.

nsfw under the cut

𓆩⟡𓆪 this is completely off the rails, but i can't get it out of my head. eraqus's nickname is eros. he can be described as hypersexual. he is prone to falling in love and feels a great deal of sexual feelings and a need for sexual comfort. 𓆩⟡𓆪 in spite of this, he usually keeps these feelings bottled up, rather than engaging in relationships. he usually just jerks away in his room. xehanort knows, though. he's the one who nicknamed him.

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'*•.¸♡ EXAMINATION ♡¸.•*' dg x eugene ꨄ︎

tags: established relationship, fluff, warning this is the most cliche thing ever

tw: skin chafing/itching/scratching, description of irritated skin

Eugene sighed and quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt, frantically itching at his bare chest as he sits on the edge of his bed. It was unbearable. Damn uniform. Who decided on such a harsh fabric, anyway? It had been bothering him all day, but a chairman can't be seen succumbing to something so derisory. Plus, it wouldn't help the comments about how girly and pathetic he already is.

"What are you doing?"

Eugene paused and watched Dagyeom proceed across the bedroom, who took one look at the hard nipples barely poking out of Eugene's shirt before grabbing his wrists and pushing him back on the bed. Dagyeom carefully pulled away his shirt, exposing red, irritated skin; some parts blotchy and some marked with clear nail streaks. Eugene frowned and squirmed under his partner's close examination, still not used to the proximity Dagyeom so enjoyed.

Dagyeom hissed quietly. "Why would you do this?" he muttered, gently brushing the soft skin with his fingertips.

"It was itchy . . . " Eugene mumbled, squirming until Dagyeom got up and left. He returned with a tube of anti-itch ointment. He straddled Eugene, despite more squirming. He unscrewed and squeezed the tube lightly, beginning to spread ointment across the chafed skin.

Eugene peered up at him silently, watching Dagyeom focusing on tending to him. He would typically hate being serviced so intimately, but it was oddly relaxing. Damn Dagyeom and his gentle touch. He had a way of softening him up in a way that was only slightly annoying. He was on the verge of complaining, but decided to wait patiently instead.

"You know, I was gonna do that myself," he finally said when Dagyeom finished.

"Yeah, sure," Dagyeom mumbled, absentmindedly screwing the cap back on the tube. "You're welcome."

"Thanks, I guess."

"I told you not to wear clothes like this anymore."

"Since when do I do what you say?"

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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ TRANSACTIONS◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ hidan x kakuzu *ೃ༄

tw dark content: sexual assault for money, noncon, forced orgasm, forced kiss, minor religious undertones

"You need money, don't you? You have to eat to stay alive?"

Hidan nodded, not making eye contact as he felt the grip on his waist tighten and a greedy hand slip over his jeans from behind. He willed himself not to shiver when he felt Kakuzu's warm breath up and down his neck.

"Always showing off," Kakuzu muttered, hastily undoing Hidan's jeans. "Don't you have any dignity? . . . "

Hidan didn't quite understand. He'd made the occasional flirty remark for pure amusement, but never once was it in earnest. Cringing at the rough kisses pressed to his neck, he began to deeply regret his past attempts at gaining Kakuzu's favor for the sake of his own preservation, which he had not the wit to recognize may be turned against him.

So here he was in this shoddy hotel room, at the mercy of his callous and selfish partner whom he thought he trusted, peering up at him helplessly as he tried to fathom what perverted desires he had hidden and where they had been all along. What was this his own doing? Or was this his inevitable fate? Was there a power on Earth that could stop a man rigid in his conviction, bent on the submission of another? And was Jashin watching on grimly as he did so?

“Ka . . . Kakuz-mmf!” Hidan’s plea was silenced by Kakuzu’s harsh and enduring kiss. Hidan could not hold back the muffled whines, continuous and futile, as one hand moved up his shirt and the other down the crotch of his jeans. Whines turned to confused moans and pants when Kakuzu began to rub intensely, forcing the earnest grinding of unwilling hips.

Soon, Hidan came powerlessly with suppressed groans and hot tears, panting and falling slack into Kakuzu behind him, who caught him with a strong arm.

"Are you done?" Kakuzu asked in his gruff voice, composed as ever. "That was all I needed."

"But you . . . you didn't get to-" Struggling to stand, Hidan dropped his sentence and watched Kakuzu calmly walk in the direction of the bathroom, as if no assault had ever taken place.

"I'll find you some money. If I remember." Heavy footsteps filled the air and it was then that Hidan realized Kakuzu had nothing to gain from him and his delight came only from his own displeasure, as if he was nothing more than a tool to carry out some inexplicable function of pleasing a higher being the likes of which he did not stand a chance against.

And indeed, Jashin would smile upon this.