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⋆ ˚｡ eugene x bimbo wife! reader headcanons ⋆୨୧˚

tw dark content: suggestive, bimbo-ness (bimboism?? . . .), misogyny, groping, minors and ageless dni!!!

a bimbo is his dream type of wife. he wants a wife who looks pretty and smells good all the time. it's a breath of fresh air after dealing with mean, stinky, gangsters all day. literally.

despite having numerous servants; when they got married, it was his hope that she might learn how to cook so he could come home to a warm meal with his wife waiting for him.

he makes hints by saying he would love to taste her cooking or baking, but she is always too dumb to figure out what he is trying to say.

he'll spend as much money as it takes to keep her happy and looking pretty. clothes, makeup, perfume, etc. he loves seeing his wife getting ready and looking pretty for him. he likes having her sit in his lap so he can smell and feel her.

sometimes, he'll even join her in the bath and help her wash up. he indulges himself, feeling up his sweet and soft wife, rubbing soap and lotion on her skin, giving extra attention to her breasts and hips.

his wife is somewhat sex-obsessed and loves intimacy. so he teases his poor wifey.

stopping just before going in for a kiss, rubbing her hips and groping her butt as he's leaving for work, etc.

however, when he gets home, he knows he has to make it up to his wife. so he freshens up and joins her as she waits in bed.

as much as he loves playing with his wife, he likes making conversation, too. he likes asking her about the things she's interested in, like makeup, her hair, her nails, a new skincare product she tried. he knows she is home all day long and the servants are not much fun to talk to, so he asks questions so she can let out what she's been thinking.

Eugene sits by the bath and watches lovingly as his wife picks up product after product from the counter. "I've foamed up this cleanser as much as I can, and it still dries out my skin. Eugene, can we go to the store tomorrow?"

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✧･ﾟ: * extremely toxic boyfriend! eugene x reader ✧･ﾟ:*

tw dark content: gaslighting, manipulation, slut shaming, misogyny, sexual threats, objectification, some physical abuse, minors and ageless dni!!

the worst kind of toxic is the one that acts like it's not. he is constantly gaslighting you into thinking everything he says is reasonable

loves teasing that is borderline criticizing/complaining, usually about your behavior, combines this with gaslighting

if you happen to be a very touchy/lusty girlfriend, he gives into you most of the time and only teases sometimes. if it gets excessive, he starts to get angry and threaten you

"Are you finished? You know, I could make you a prostitute if I wanted. Then you could have as much sex as you want. I'm sure there are lots of creepy men who would love to touch you."

somewhat misogynistic. he acts like he respects you and he does a little, but on the inside, he believes you should be following his every order and it comes out sometimes

manipulates you into staying home so you don't make trouble and he can keep an eye on you. plus he likes coming home to his girlfriend/wife waiting for him with food and . . . a "warm hug"

he won't hit you outright, but he might press on your mouth or pin you to the bed if he's angry, probably because you were talking too much while he was trying to work. if you really pissed him off, he may even duct tape your mouth shut for a while

while that is happening, he'll make sure to rub you and grope you more often so you realize he doesn't need you talking to him and he's perfectly happy playing with your body alone

"It's much better this way, right? No more arguing," he says as he firmly pulls in your waist and nuzzles his face into your neck. "You know I love you, right?"

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orochimaru nsfw headcanons

tw: nsfw/dark content, minors and ageless DNI!!

- If he’s really in love with you, he is the type to take it slow. He takes “making love” is romantically as it sounds. He won’t be be rough most of the time, he doesn’t like when he feels rushed, he wants the time to do it right.

- His favorite thing to do is interlock his fingers with yours no matter the position. Since he goes slow, that’s his way of being passionate. He loves holding your hand, he feels like it makes the act sweeter and more romantic.

- He doesn’t pin you to the wall aggressively, but he will gently take your hands from his chest and hold your wrists against the wall while he kisses you.

- Speaking of, he loves kissing you slow and sweet. His kisses are pressing and heated, the kind that give you butterflies in your stomach. He takes his time warming you up before he gets down to business.

- If you don’t want to give him oral, he won’t force you. It’s not as important for him. He prefers intercourse since he gets to be closer to you that way. He wouldn’t think about giving you oral, but if you bring it up, expect him to surprise you every now and again, like when you’re sleeping.

- He’s not super kinky, but he likes to have sex in abnormal/risky places: in somebody else’s bathroom, out in the garden in front of your house, when he’s staying at your house and someone is in the other room, etc.

- He likes holding you by your waist and watching your breasts bounce. It’s easy for him and entertaining. He also likes missionary but it’s more work.

- He likes having sex clothed or partially clothed. He doesn’t like having to get naked since it’s more messy and he wants to be able to clean up quickly, especially if he’s fucking you somewhere he’s not supposed to. His favorite clothing on you is a dress that he can easily pull down to see your breasts.

- He likes orgasming at the end, of course, but he likes watching your face and hearing your cute moans for a good while, even more when you are trying to hide it. Another reason to do it in strange places.

- What makes him feel good is making you feel good. Making you flush, giving you butterflies, etc. He even embarrasses you sometimes when he starts feeling you up around other people. He doesn’t care about overstimulating because he likes stimulating you in general.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ HANDLE WITH CARE ✎ james lee x lovey dovey! reader ✧.*

tw: suggestive, minors and ageless dni!!!

"You have to handle with care," you said shyly, batting your lashes and pushing your hair behind your shoulder. You were perched on his bed watching him after spending some time kissing. James was still in the mood.

Steadily, he sat down next to you and gently pushed your hair behind your ear, all while you watched him closely. He pressed a barely-there kiss to your cheek and you glanced down at his lips for a second before meeting his gaze again.

“Handle what, sweetheart?” James murmured, his voice honeyed and dreamy.

You raise your brows and playfully pat your thighs.

“Ah. And what if I don’t wanna be careful?” He mused.

“That sounds like user error, baby,” you stated simply, turning your head away before getting smothered in loud, messy kisses.

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˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ CRUSH PART 2 ˚ ༘♡ nerd! virgin! eugene x lovey dovey! reader ⋆｡˚ ❀

tw: suggestive, heavy petting, kissing, minors and ageless dni!!

"Eugeeene," you whined. He peered at you cluelessly as you pulled him close by his arm and whispered in his ear, "Can we go somewhere a bit more private?"

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"What is it, Y/N?" he sighed. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

You stared at him innocently, not saying a word.

"What?"

" . . . Don't you get it?" you asked shyly, clasping your hands and swaying your hips back and forth. "I wanna have sex with you, Eugene . . . "

"Y/N, we're at work!"

"Well! At least some petting, you know . . . heavy petting?" You eyed him eagerly.

"You want me to pet you? Like on your head?"

"No . . ."

"Then what? Hurry up, I have work to do."

You stepped closer to him and pressed your lips to his, gently taking his hands and guiding them up your shirt, letting him lightly fondle your soft breasts.

He broke the kiss. "Y/N . . ." he groaned softly, moving to suckle at your neck, hands still roaming your body and pulling you impossibly closer.

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˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙ CRUSH ˚ ༘♡ nerd! virgin! eugene x lovey dovey! reader ⋆｡˚ ❀

tw: suggestive, minors and ageless dni!

"Why are you being shy?" you asked sweetly, lovingly gazing into Eugene's eyes and twirling his hair while he gingerly held your waist.

You two were standing in his office after you spontaneously decided to visit the subject of your affections. You simply missed him too much.

He only stared on at you, pupils wide and cheeks going pink. You couldn't tell if he was trying to keep his composure or if he was just too dumb to do anything!

His fingertips tickled your bare waist as you grasped the front of his hoodie and pulled him in for a long kiss. One arm wrapped around his neck pulling him close, your other hand intertwined with his hair. You heard him sigh contently and let go.

He looked at you dazedly, brows slightly knitted and now completely blushed.

"I have to go back to work now, Y/N . . ."

"Okay, but next time let's do it together, Eugene!"

"Oh . . . okay," he mumbled, looking away and turning to leave.

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≪ ° TEENAGE CRUSH ° ≫≪ ° gun x goo ° ≫

music: la petite fille de la mer - vangelis

tw: nsfw content, minors and ageless dni!!, hickeys, property marking, mention of masturbation, making out, pining?, implication of virginity loss

It was a regular lazy afternoon for Goo, casually teasing Gun here and there while doing some chores. Last thing Goo remembers is muttering something about Gun not liking guys.

Now, Goo laid in bed, arms next to his head while Gun peppered hot kisses up and down his neck, not even sure exactly how they got here.

“You smell good…” Gun murmured between kisses, head spinning from breathing in the delicious cologne he could only get a whiff of before.

Goo smiled to himself, turning his head to give Gun more access. His stupid teenage crush was finally getting somewhere. He sighed contently as Gun began to suck fervently, his warm tongue massaging his sensitive skin.

“Gun...it’s gonna bruise…” Goo whispered, gently lacing his fingers in Gun’s loose strands.

“Good.”

He’s marking me, Goo dazedly thought to himself, staring at the ceiling while Gun moved to the other side, eagerly sucking another red hickey into his skin. He shivered as Gun slid his hands up his t-shirt, exposing his chest to the cool air. He watched breathlessly while he made his way down his body, pressing warm tender kisses, loving the soft skin of his chest and abdomen.

Goo felt calloused fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down. He lifted his hips and slid them off for Gun to toss on the floor. Gun quickly lifted his legs above his shoulders, holding them in place while he began pressing kisses into the warm skin of his inner thighs, followed by sucking more hickeys, inching closer and closer to his crotch which was getting harder by the minute.

“How many hickeys do I need..?” Goo asks playfully.

“In case anyone gets any bright ideas…” Gun answered stubbornly. Goo smirked, loving the thought of someone else seeing his body covered in marks, the remnants of their love. Proof that he belonged to Gun. He gazed down at him, mildly entertaining the thought of just rutting into his face right then and there.

Gun kissed his way back up to Goo’s stomach before pausing briefly.

“What is it?”

“I have an idea…” Gun reached for the desk beside the bed, pulling a sharpie marker out of the drawer. He uncapped it, pressed one more kiss to Goo’s skin, and began writing across his ribcage, heavy breaths drying the ink. From Goo’s view, he could slowly make out the words.

PROPERTY OF GUN

Goo watched, dazed and loving, as his crush claimed his body as his own. He looked so beautiful in the afternoon sunlight, shirtless and hair mussed, utterly concentrated on the singular task of making Goo his property. How many times had he rubbed himself off in this very bed, wondering when Gun was going to notice him? Chest heaving, thighs shaking as he imagined Gun’s hands, his mouth-

“Have you done this before?” Gun came back up, kissing Goo’s jawline.

Goo peered up at him, blinking innocently. “No..”

Gun smirked before settling above Goo’s head, hands intertwined in his hair, kissing him intensely. Goo’s mind went blank with bliss as their tongues pressed together in a hot makeout session he’s only ever dreamed about.

Oh, he’s in trouble.

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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ goo kim headcanons ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

tw: nudity/visible changing, discussion of sexuality and libido, mentions of masturbation, minors and ageless dni!!

song: 505 - artic monkeys sped up

⇿ he has a bad habit of changing in his bedroom with his curtains open. his windows are tinted but his neighbors have probably seen everything and he doesn’t really care. ⇿ since turning 20, his body's been changing and his sex drive is suddenly through the roof. it'd be unbearable if he wasn't jerking off day and night. he thinks gun can't hear him through the door. ⇿ he's definitely bisexual and used to have a massive teenage crush on james lee. he fell deeply in love with gun, might have jerked off in his bed once or twice. and always had a bit of a thing for daniel, but nothing serious. sometimes he sees daniel staring and decides to flirt just because. ⇿ he has a bit of a rasp to his voice and his speech is a tad slurred and mumbly in a way that's really cute. ⇿ contrary to popular belief, he does not have a complicated skincare routine. he just uses a lot of face moisturizer and body lotion so his skin is really soft and pretty. i also feel like he doesn't use cologne/perfume. he either naturally smells good or smells like nothing. if he did use it though, I can see him smelling like vanilla, the sweet kind. ⇿ sometimes he does indeed wear normal clothes (like jeans and a hoodie). and sometimes, he just wears comfy clothes and drives out to the middle of nowhere and lies on the hood of his car and stares at the sky. he's just cool like that. ⇿ he has a rather attractive walk. whether it's poised and elegant or relaxed and youthful, something about his legs just draws people in. ⇿ this guy has great taste in music. quite varied. aside from k-pop, he likes american pop, japanese rock, random vietnamese songs, and whatever's trending on tiktok. he's also really interested in music history, he'll tell you all about the history of his favorite genres. ⇿ he secretly loves super sweet coffee, but knows better than to drink it everyday. his coffee usually tastes pretty plain. ⇿ loves fruits more than vegetables. again, he has a sweet tooth. also loves cake and candy. gun thinks he is strange for this. ⇿ probably played an instrument growing up. maybe the piano or harp. ⇿ he wears a couple rings, one on his left ring finger and one on his right index. probably started wearing them for fun and it became permanent. ⇿ he still has his childhood stuffed donkey, probably has never washed it, and wonders how he's supposed to do it.

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stay asleep. you should remain asleep. here, between light and dark.

you came drifting here by yourself. you did not have to strength to overcome the darkness. or . . . maybe you were close to it.

turn from the light. shut your eyes. here, blanketed by the darkness, sleep is safety. sleep is eternal.

the truth will bring you pain. will you still go? there is no return to the security of sleep . . .

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[this writing blog contains nsfw and dark content.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH NSFW/DARK POSTS. It's okay if you just put "adult" in your bio, but you have to let me know somehow.

dialogue taken from kingdom hearts re:chain of memories.]

RULES:

This blog revolves around my exploration of and improvement in writing. I will take requests sparingly, and only for headcanons as long as it’s not too complicated. No requests for smut.

NO urine/feces, cheating, party/hookup culture, knife play, overly graphic/explicit depictions. List subject to addition.

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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.] minorsand ageless 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, minors and ageless dni!!

"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.

[uru-writes]

'*•.¸♡ 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, kind of suggestive but not really

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?"