Okay... So.... Yes. Reading for got7 and their future relationships (okay so I wanna hear you yell jinyoung and jackson)
Mark
Fire Element - Desire
This is a card about being impulsive and even a bit selfish in relationships, not thinking before you leap. It's also a card of purely physical relationships, as if a lot of his relationships have been casual and without real emotion, at least on his part. It's a confident card, he'd pursue a partner, but back off when there were feelings involved. In the end, it's a card about not being ready to settle down at all.
Jaebeom
Grand Trine - Blessings
This is an interesting card in that it's a bit conflicted. It's a card of "the easy way out" in many ways, as if there's been a string of easy and casual relationships, but it's also a card of unrealistic expectations and idealism. It suggests that he has these grand ideas about romance but is a bit afraid to actually get into the hard parts of a partnership. It's also about meeting people easily, using his natural talents like looks and charisma to meet partners, and then wanting things to be uncomplicated even if they aren't. It actually suggests that things start casually but then there's feelings that he avoids for far too long until there's a blowup of sorts.
Jackson
Ninth House - Faith- Reversed
This is a card that doesn't mention romance AT ALL, it's all about travel and ambition but in reverse, it suggests that it's a lonely life, in the end. It suggests that there hasn't been a significant relationship in a long time and that he's missing a closeness and intimacy. It also suggests that he feels like relationships take a lot out of him, like he gives his all and can't focus on his career and ambitions, so likely avoids them when he's trying to work hard, despite craving them.
Jinyoung
Tenth House: The World
This card is all about reputation and fame, playing along with what you're "supposed to do" to an extent that you feel trapped or stuck. It suggests that he's having a hard time being himself and living life outside of fame and the group, avoiding relationships or not seeking them out to keep up the status quo. It's also about worrying that this fame or reputation will be tarnished if you give in to desires.
Youngjae
Sun - Spirit
This is also the Leo card, which is interesting given all the Leo in Youngjae's sex and relationship signs! This is a card about second chances, and I interpret that as that he had a relationship that he thought was really it, and it ended, and he hasn't been seeking anyone out since. It's a card of willfulness and being stubborn, too stubborn to entertain the idea that this past relationship wasn't his only chance at love. This card is someone who is very passionate in love but also when hurt withdraws and even can be cruel.
Bambam
Air Element - Communicating - Reversed
Bambam is such a straightforward person that I think this card is interesting in terms of how he handles relationships. Air signs are a divided sign in terms of communication, especially in reverse, so this suggests that he has a hard time deciding on what he wants out of a relationship. Given his astrology chart, this surprises me a lot! It's about not being ready to commit but also never wanting to hurt anyone, so maybe avoiding relationships in order to not hurt anyone's feelings. He weighs the odds a lot more than I would have thought given his personality - it suggests he wants love and relationships and sex, primarily, but also doesn't want to get in too deep and hurt someone.
Yugyeom
North Node - Life's Purpose
This is super cute wow. So this is a card about destiny and fate, and related to relationships it suggests that he truly believes there's this one right person for him, and that he'll know when he meets them. It suggests that he's excited about it but also it keeps him from pursuing other relationships and entanglements. That in fact, he might even keep things very casual in relationships, almost detached, or avoid them altogether because he almost feels as if he's cheating on his future partner.
Jaebeom would, if he could, have art hung up everywhere around his house. Endless frames of bought and created art, just hung on every wall. More so for the notion that he could hide the painting he’s done of his partner’s body, elegant and fluid brush strokes of her curves in abstract colours.. just nestled in between the Basquiat and the Monet...
send a “📂“ for a random and possibly useless got7 headcannon
A/n: for @triheartedhero because she deserves some good Joonie smut damnit! I ❤️ you don't kill me and also I hope this is okay because I finished it in a fever pitch at 5am
Warnings: hoo boy where do I start, petplay, collaring, leashing, Dom! Namjoon (even though he's a switch COME AT ME BRO), healthy BDSM relationship, use of colors and hand signals as safe words, oral (male receiving), facefucking, edging, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, cumplay, orgasm control, body worship, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos), but also it gets soft because Joonie is a whole clown for his girl and that’s the tea, this might be the filthiest smut I have ever written BE WARNED
Word Count: 1845 (damn this got long)
You're usually open about what you want from your boyfriend, Namjoon, but there are some kinks you haven't told him about.
But he's observant, your Joonie, and he listens, and when you come home one night there's a gift box on the bed.
Gifts weren't unusual, but he's being all cute and lurking around as you open it, all dimpled smile, sitting backwards in your desk chair and resting his head on his forearms, watching you and still smiling, so you know he's excited about it.
You open it right away, giving him a quizzical smile. It's a beautiful white collar, and you let out a gasp when you see it, then flush a bit and look away from him.
He rolls your desk chair up to grasp your chin in his hand, almost too tight, and your breath catches when he does.
"Hey. If you don't like it, you don't have to wear it, baby." His voice is low and soft, eyes searching yours. "But I think you do like it."
He sees something in your eyes, maybe a flash there, or maybe your breathing sped up a bit.
"I think you're soaking through those panties right now, just thinking about putting it on, yeah?"
You swallow hard, nodding.
"Use your words." He says, tone low but not quite warning, not yet.
"Yeah." He gives you a sharp look and you swallow hard. "Yes, sir."
He gives you that dimpled smile again. "I'm going to get the leash, and when I get back, I want you to he wearing it. And only it."
He's smiling, but it's an order and you know it, so after he drops a soft kiss on your mouth and leaves the room, you strip.
You put it around your neck, tightening it as far as it will go without marking your skin.
He returns in moments, clad only in boxer briefs now and carrying a white leash to match.
You're sitting on the edge of the bed, and when you see the leash wrapped around his hand, your breath catches in excitement.
He smiles again, more teasing this time.
He takes a couple of steps toward you and leans down, tugging at the round "o" at the link of your collar and you let out a low moan, almost involuntarily.
He links the leash to your collar, and tugs experimentally. When you don't seem to be in any pain, he nods, as if satisfied.
"Is this what you want? To be my kitten? I could make you purr for me." He murmurs in your ear, and you shiver and some instinct makes you drop to the floor, on all fours, head down.
Namjoon reminds himself to ask you about that later, a pulse in his head wondering whose kitten you'd been before, but that's not for now. That's for later, when he senses you want punishment, that you crave loss of control.
At the end of the day, he does this because he loves you, and you love him, and this is how you show it, how you like to feel it.
He gives the leash slack, stepping back to sit in your desk chair, leaning back and getting comfortable, already hardening under his underwear at the sight of you, bare and compliant, waiting.
“I know you know your colors, yeah?”
You nod, almost stunned.
“Words, kitten. Green?”
“Green,” you gasp out, quietly.
He tugs your leash softly, and when you don't move, stunned for a moment, he snaps his wrist, jerking your head forward.
"Hey," he barks, sharply, and you meet his eyes. "Crawl over here, kitten."
You let out an almost guttural moan, crawling towards him on your hands and knees, your lower belly aching with need, pussy wet and clenching already.
Namjoon has already taken out his cock, and he’s almost fully hard already, just holding himself at his base and smirking down at you.
“No hands, kitten. I want you to choke on it.”
You feel saliva feel your mouth, looking at him, how big and thick he is, your boyfriend’s perfect cock, and you instantly obey, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before you lean up and fit your mouth around him.
He angles down so that you don’t have to move from your all-fours position, and it’s deeper that way, when he thrusts impatiently into your mouth, groaning softly.
You mewl slightly around his cock, and he lets out a low chuckle.
“You do sound like a kitten.”
You take more of him into your mouth, gagging when he rocks his hips just a bit. You’re used to this, but he loves it when you gag, loves the way your eyes water, and so you let it happen when he does it again, harder, making you choke, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
He slips a hand into your hair, stroking you, petting you almost. “That’s my good girl, yeah? My good kitten.”
Even when he’s at his most dominant, he praises you, and it makes your heart beat faster, your breath shorter, because God, you love him, and you love this, how it makes you feel like you’re his and his alone.
His breath catches when you bob your head, eager, and he lets it happen for a few moments before he twists his hand in your hair and tugs hard, popping you off his cock and jerking your head back.
He looks down at you, and this is your absolute favorite part, how he looks at you when your eyes are watering, neck bared, because his eyes aren’t harsh, but soft, almost admiring.
“I don’t want to come down your throat, my pretty kitten, so let’s switch it up, yeah?”
He doesn’t wait for you to speak, tugs at your leash, but when you start to get up he stops you, hand still in your hair, tugging sharp, and you let out another moan as a shiver runs down your spine.
“Kittens don’t walk, yeah? They crawl. Follow me to the bed.”
He leads you there and you obey, crawling and then climbing up onto the bed, staying on all fours, and your inner thighs are trembling, not from the position exactly, but from need.
He positions himself behind you, and you expect him to enter you, want him to enter you, making another mewling moan, but instead you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your pussy, tasting you, and you arch your back, gasping.
“J-Joonie,” you gasp out.
“My kitten is all worked up already, huh? You like my gift?”
“So much,” you breathe. “I like it so much. I love it.”
He blows a breath against your clit, not putting his mouth on you again, and your whole body is shaking, now, your breath getting short.
Instead of putting his mouth on you again, always full of surprises, your man, he works two fingers inside you, curling them up, pressing against that spongy part of you that makes your stomach clench.
“Ah,” you cry out, unable to make actual words.
“So wet but still so tight, kitten. Can you take my cock right now? Do you think you can take it?”
He knows you can. You know you can, but he loves to tease you, loves to edge you, and you cry out when he pumps his fingers in and out of you fast, pressing up, and you are trying to control your breathing, trying to control the fire in your belly, but you can’t, you can’t, and so you cry out.
“Yellow, Joonie! Yellow, I’m going to...I’m going to come....” You hang your head, panting, shaking all over, and Namjoon slows his fingers for a moment and then pulls them out of you.
He moves closer and kisses up your spine, leaning over you so that you can feel his body hot against yours for a moment, and you moan at the contact and then whine a little at the lack of contact.
“Green. Green, Joonie!” You cry out, desperate for his touch.
“You’re not going to come yet, kitten?”
You shake your head. “No, no, Joonie, I promise. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good, just please....”
Namjoon kisses the back of your neck, softly. “I know you will, kitten. You’re always my good girl.”
He grabs your hips, leash still in one hand, and tugs it softly. You instinctively arch your back, and that’s when he grabs your hips hard enough to bruise and rocks into you, slow.
You whine out and push back against him, and he lets out an almost involuntary groan before tugging your leash again, hard.
“I call the shots, kitten. You want to come, yeah?”
“Yes! Yes, Joonie...please...I’m sorry.”
He thrusts into you hard, sliding you up against the bed, but you brace your shaking arms and grit your teeth, something coiling inside of you, your orgasm coming, but you’re holding back. You can do this. You can do this.
Namjoon knows, he always knows when you’re close, he always knows exactly what you need, and he fucks you harder, faster.
“Joonie, please, I’m going to, can I....please...” You don’t even know if you’re being coherent, but you trust him, you trust him with everything in you.
“Come, kitten. Come all over my cock. Count with me.”
You start at 10, barely able to remember how to count down, and by the time you’re at 4, your nerve endings are screaming, but you make it to one before you’re screaming out his name, coming so hard black spots bloom behind your eyes, and you’re gushing all over him, down your thighs and his.
Namjoon has been close for what seems like hours, and the way you tighten around him, the way you feel, makes him thrust forward once, twice, three times and then he’s pulling out, pumping his fist to come in ropes across your ass and lower back, low groans ripping from his throat.
He writes a “N” in the come on your back, almost reverently, and releases your leash.
You collapse onto the bed, facedown, and you aren’t sure if you doze off or are just so far gone that you’re slipping into subspace, but you’re brought back by a warm cloth on your back before you even know he’s left, and kisses along your jawline, the side of your face, your temple.
“I know you like it when I call you kitten, but you’re my queen, yeah? You know that?” He murmurs into your ear, and your heart swells with love for him.
“I love you,” you murmur, half asleep, and you aren’t sure you can move so he picks you up, places you on top of his chest so that you can listen to his heartbeat.
“I love you, too, Y/n. I love you so much.”
You fall asleep to the steady thud of his heartbeat, him stroking your hair, thinking that you’d do anything, absolutely anything for him, because you know he’d move heaven and earth to makes you happy.
I am hit strongly by this and I'm too out of my mind to figure out WHY
So here suffer with me
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...it's the neck grab - especially cause he goes for the back of it! That's nonverbal Dom communication at its finest.
Since the neck is such a vulnerable area it shows complete and utter confidence when someone goes to grab there without an ounce of fear because they know they have enough control to not harm you (even though they very well could) subconsciously.
That's also why wearing things like turtle necks makes someone seem much more modest and uptight and why someone who shows more skin is deemed daring and exciting even if it's just the few top buttons which expose the neck.
But this is all just my unfounded ramblings. It's just a guess XD.
