Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 괴담에 떨어져도 출근을 해야 하는구나 - 백덕수 | Got Dropped into a Ghost Story Still Gotta Work - Baek Deoksoo
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Braun | Tuesday Quiz Show Host & Ryu Jaekwan | Agent Bronze & Agent Choi & Lee Jaheon, Kim Soleum & Everyone, Kim Soleum & Church of the Luminous Unknown, Kim Soleum & Original Characters
Characters: Braun | Tuesday Quiz Show Host, Lee Jaheon, Agent Choi, Ryu Jaekwan | Agent Bronze, Ryu Jaekwan, Kim Soleum, Church of the Luminous Unknown, Original Characters, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Angst and Humor, Kidnapping, Friendship is Magic, Teamwork, Strangers to Reluctant Allies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spoilers, the fantasic four (reimagined) have to save kim soleum together, SAINTEUM, make this a tag guys, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Series: Part 1 of fantastic four fetch-a-friend
Summary:
Braun—a good friend, the good friend—could not save Kim Soleum alone. His stitched and soft form, however valiant, was insufficient for the righteous carnage he so dearly yearned to unleash.
He was in dire need of—to his displeasure—assistance.
or: a plush rabbit, a camouflaged lizard, and two perturbed agents embark on a mission to save a solemn saint.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 괴담에 떨어져도 출근을 해야 하는구나 - 백덕수 | Got Dropped into a Ghost Story Still Gotta Work - Baek Deoksoo
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ryu Jaekwan/Kim Soleum/Agent Choi, Ryu Jaekwan/Kim Soleum, Kim Soleum/Agent Choi, Ryu Jaekwan/Agent Choi
Characters: Kim Soleum, Kim Soleum | Agent Grapes, Ryu Jaekwan | Agent Bronze, Agent Choi
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sentinels & Guides, Esper/Guide AU, Threesome - M/M/M, Guide Kim Soleum, Esper Ryu Jaekwan | Agent Bronze, Esper Agent Choi, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Spitroasting, Face-Fucking, Temporary Psychic Bond, Barebacking, Flashbacks, One Shot
Summary:
When Jaekwan had said, with steel in his voice, that he was staking his name on an ex–Daydream guide, Choi had thought he’d lost it. He had thought perhaps Jaekwan had finally cracked under the pressure—risking his record, his reputation for some scrappy Disaster survivor with a pretty face.
And then Choi had watched Kim Soleum guide.
And then Choi had felt it.
or: Agent Bronze and Agent Choi get guiding from Agent Grapes.
"His youth was all he had left; a frail, hollow thing he clung to with white-knuckled desperation even as he loathed it, even as it mocked him with its frailty, its uselessness, its inability to be anything but a reminder of everything he wasn’t.
Yoojin had nothing to offer but his youth; he didn’t know how much it was worth."
—Han Yoojin | bought for plenty a price | pre-regression
Without a word, Hyunjae reached for the plate of toast.
Yoojin slapped his hand away, his scowl deepening. “Get your own.”
Hyunjae raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “You cut the crusts off,” he said, his tone light but laced with something smug.
“So?” Yoojin muttered, taking a deliberate bite of the toast as if to emphasize his point.
“You cut the crusts off exactly the way I like,” Hyunjae said, leaning closer, his smirk widening. “Admit it, darling—you made this for me.”
Yoojin’s ears burned, and he glared at Hyunjae over the rim of his mug. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just didn’t want the crusts either.”
“Mm-hmm.” Hyunjae’s golden eyes gleamed, and he reached for the plate again. This time, Yoojin didn’t stop him.
double criss cross | Han Yoojin/Sung Hyunjae | Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU
"Yoojin hated the way Hyunjae looked at him sometimes—like he was something precious, something worth holding onto. He hated it because it made him feel the same."
double criss cross | Han Yoojin/Sung Hyunjae | Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU
He lowered his head, as if not meeting her gaze would let himself hide the invisible noose wrapped around his neck, slowly tightening by the second.
A necklace, hung by poverty herself. Just like he may be.
Han Yoojin | bought for plenty a price | pre-regression
A collar meant to shield Han Yoojin, yet it is Sung Hyunjae whom the leash drags to his knees.
What is a leash, after all, but a tether between two points?
Though he clasps it over Han Yoojin’s throat like a mark of ownership, it is Sung Hyunjae who feels the choke of it, the pull, the weight, the cruel tautness of a bond that offers neither mercy nor escape.
To protect is to possess, and to possess is to be enslaved by the fear of loss.
— Sung Hyunjae | the astralis waltz | time loop au
"The world now seemed intent on pressing that role into his reluctant hands, shoving aside the anonymity he had worn like armor. Inspiration, they called him. A muse. An icon. He had become the subject of reverent awe, the kind of admiration that choked rather than exalted."
—Han Yoojin | boys were boys, but they were wrong | de-aged au
"Your turn," Han Yoojin said. He was grinning in a way that made Song Taewon’s breath catch.
Song Taewon thought he could forgo his honor to earn that smile again."
jin all on his mouth like liquor | Han Yoojin/Song Taewon
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 내가 키운 S급들 - 근서 | S-Classes that I Raised - Geunseo, 내가 키운 S급들 | The S-Classes That I Raised (Webcomic)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Bak Yerim & Han Yoojin (S-Classes that I Raised)
Characters: Bak Yerim (S-Classes that I Raised), Han Yoojin (S-Classes that I Raised), Original Characters, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Angst, Violence, Women Being Awesome, Bak Yerim-Centric, BAMF Bak Yerim (S-Classes that I Raised), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Blood and Gore, Bak Yerim Needs a Hug, gods are not allowed to be girls, Found Family, nobody is taking yoojin away from yerim, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Series: Part 1 of pure heroine
Summary:
Immortals don’t get clean deaths; monsters don’t get merciful ones. She doesn’t know which she’s supposed to be. Maybe neither. Maybe she was never meant to be either. Maybe she was just a girl; except gods don’t get to be girls, and girls don’t get to be gods.
The world never let Yerim be just a girl. She was never meant to have it easy.
or: Bak Yerim does not believe she is a god, but she will surpass them to keep Yoojin with her.
shoutout to everyone who’s still following me through my many changes of fandoms and don’t get pissed off whenever I flood your dash with things you don’t even like. thank you.
Yoojin hated him; hated how perfect he looked even now, his golden hair tousled, his lips swollen, his shirt clinging to him in all the wrong ways. He hated the blood on his chest, hated the marks Yoojin had left on him, hated how they only made him look more alive, more untouchable.
Yoojin lunged at him, wild and sharp and furious, and for a split second, Hyunjae thought he might actually try to kill him. It would’ve been beautiful if he did; he could’ve throttled him, could’ve driven those nails into his throat and raked them down, could’ve clawed the life out of him; but Hyunjae saw it—the heat in his eyes, the kind of fire that could burn a man alive, the spark of something far more tempting.
Hyunjae caught him mid-motion, his hands closing around Yoojin’s forearms with a grip that could break bones, spinning them both with a twist of his wrist until Yoojin’s back hit the edge of the low table. The impact made the wood groan; it made Yoojin hiss, baring his teeth like a feral cat.
“Feisty tonight, aren’t we?” Hyunjae said, breath warm against Yoojin’s temple as he pinned his wrists above his head. “You’re really going to make me work for it.”
“You’re insufferable,” Yoojin spat, twisting in his grip. His nails scraped at Hyunjae’s wrist, trying to loosen the hold, but Hyunjae only tightened his fingers in response, savoring the heat of Yoojin’s skin beneath his palm.
“You’ve said that before,” Hyunjae murmured, his lips curving into a smirk as he leaned closer, the weight of his body pressing Yoojin harder against the wall. “Come up with something new, darling.”
“Let me go,” Yoojin hissed, baring his teeth.
“Hmm, no.” Hyunjae tilted his head, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in Yoojin’s flushed cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips were pulled back in a snarl. “I don’t think I will. Not when you look like this.”
Yoojin struggled beneath him, but it was all fury and no conviction; his body betrayed him, his legs parting just enough for Hyunjae to slide between them.
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His thoughts flickered briefly to the whispers that had followed him for years. Dog. Pet. Slave. A beast trained too well to disobey.
Well.
If they thought him a beast, then this was just another command.
And Han Yoojin—Han Yoojin, one of the most coveted existences in the world, fought over by nations, desired by titans—was offering himself to Song Taewon, so freely, so wantonly.
The rest of the world had offered Han Yoojin wealth, status, power. The means to own him.
Song Taewon had nothing but himself.
And yet, Han Yoojin had chosen this.
Had chosen him.
Had ordered him to take.
Who was he, a mere mutt, to deny his master’s wish?
jin all on his mouth like liquor | Han Yoojin/Song Taewon
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