Wooin likes it when the both of you act so domestic. Sometimes he needs a breather from his underground life, a breather from his dickhead boss. He likes seeing you wear his oversized clothes around his apartment. Wearing his clothes when you whip up some breakfast for him after he had your legs over his shoulders in the wee hours of the morning. He likes especially when the both of you sit across from each other at his kitchen table. When you get bored of sitting in your own seat and walk over to sit on his lap. He always makes room for you, no matter how many times he complains and gestures to your seat across the table. You like playing around with him too. Even if he tries to fight it, you won’t let up. He’d much rather give you what you want instead of having to watch how your eyes sadden and your lips pout. Sitting on his lap and trying to feed him, your eyes filled with stars, almost as if he brought them down from the skies and put them in your heart.
He hates coming home to you, battered up and bruised. The main reason why he lets Joker handle all the fighting and physical things. He doesn’t want you to worry over him and urge that he quit this life. Even though this is how you met him, he can’t just leave it. His job is what brings home all the expensive trinkets you love and those trips with him that you cherish. He likes that he can act as your husband, taking that rare time out of his days to bring you breakfast in bed, even if it tastes like a teen imitating a professional chef. He loves those moments with you where you can cuddle up to watch horror movies, jump into his arm (pretending or not). Wooin loves feeling like your man. He knows that life won’t last long for him, but he doesn’t really care if it means spending what he has left with you. Living fast in his ‘24 Ford Mustang, letting your hand float through the air with his hand on your thigh and yours over his.
He wants to always be yours, wants you to always be his. He’d rather burn the world to ashes and let you stand in them instead of letting you go. Run off into the arms of another man when he’s the perfect one for you. You know this too, when his hands are gripping your waist and leading you on top of him. He makes you feel like you’re a god. An almighty god with power over the only mortal to ever capture your attention. You like it here, he does too. He reminds you every time you lay in his arms, knowing that what that you two have won’t ever be able to be so easily released.
rugbyplayer!joker who gets so roughed up on tha field but the adrenaline keeps him going w/out focusing on the pain
rugbyplayer!joker who just rams through his opposing team w no struggle, getting roughed up even more
rugbyplayer!joker who has you patch him up after tha game, has you sitting in front of him on tha benches after sneaking you into tha team locker room so you could take care of him
rugbyplayer!joker who lets you absorb the image of his tight jersey stained with his blood and drool, the tight wrinkled shorts that just wrap around so perfectly on his thick thighs, nearly breaking at their seam
joker who has to go change nd as he walks away from you, you soak in the image of his fat ass that jiggles ever so slightly as he walks
joker who has you drive him home in his muscle car that fits him perfectly, a rough, fast, heavy, strong car that only knows savagery
rugbyplayer!joker who waits for you to lay on tha couch before he drops his big, heavy body on top of you right after his postgame shower, droplets soaking yer freshly changed pajamas, water dripping from his hair onto yer neck as he cuddles yer body, almost trying to absorb yer own into his
joker who waits for you to play a show on tha tv, and waits for you to begin talking about yer day, his game, just about anything so that yer voice can lull him to sleep after his tough day
joker who can only really sleep peacefully as yer hands wander, slightly massaging every piece of his tense, knotted muscles before finally ending on his hair, nails slightly scrap his scalp as he finally wanders into snoozeland
save me rugbyplayer!joker,,,, rugbyplayer!joker save me
YURRRRR hey 😋 imagine Torai from bouncer comforting you after you broken up with your cheating asshole of a bf with some good dick “👅clockitttttt🤏🏾”
GOD PLEASE JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE TORAI PLEASE JUST ONE ILL MAKE IT COUNT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Torai has warned you too many times. He knows people, he can see right through them. His sweet little friend getting her heart broken over an ugly cheating asshole? That just won’t do, will it?
He always gets those calls from you, you cry and tell him what your ex did this time and the only thing he can do is give you advice. There’s no point in telling you to dump him when he knows you won’t listen. He just doesn’t understand what you see if this loser? He’s attractive? Torai gets so many bitches with just smiling. The loser has money? He can buy you a house and get you a state of the art vehicle of your choosing. The loser has good dick? Torai can make you meet God with his tongue, alone.
It took him by surprise when you called him at 4 in the morning, his prime REM slumber. He wakes up drowsy, hearing your ringtone that he created just for you. He can only anwers with a “Lemme guess, it was your dick boyfriend again.” Only letting you respond with a weak ‘yeah’ before he’s saying ‘I told you.’ It takes him by an even bigger surprise when you tell him that you dumped the zero. He can hear your voice holding back the weakness, he can already tell how your words feel like they’re wrapped in barbed wire. He can only tell you that he’ll be there soon. He’ll make it all better, okay? Just trust him, he’ll make it all go away. It’ll be like when you never even knew the guy existed.
It takes him what feels like mere minutes before he’s knocking on your door. He has a bottle of wine in one hand and some of your favorite snacks in the other. But you don’t wanna waste any time, not when you felt like you’ve just had your mind mushed and drained. You can only say that he cheated on you before you’re dragging Torai into your apartment and taking everything out of his hands to leave them on the coffee table. He doesn’t find this odd, it usually happens after all. Except this time it seems serious, there’s a different look in your eyes. One of desperation and need for him, he likes this look on you. He lets you lead him to your room, and he stands in front of you as you sit at the foot of your bed. Your hands leading his own to your face as you lean into their warmth.
“Make it go away, Torai, ’m tired, jus’ don’ wanna think anymore.” Yeah, he can fix this. He can make that sadness go away, make those thought running a million miles an hour disappear, too. He doesn’t mind that you’re clawing at his clothes, accidentally letting them tear, he can only reassure you that he can get more. He doesn’t mind that you won’t let him go either, with your legs wrapped around his hips as moving, thrusting into you so delicately. He can fix those tears coming out of you too, he knows the stretch hurts and being filled all the way is something new for you. He can only whisper in your ear that it’ll feel good soon, he promises you, as your arms wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his tatted back. He kisses away the tears, egging you to let loose, that your moans and whimpers let him know that he’s making you feel better. That he’s fucking away that hurt you’ve felt for so long.
He knows you’ve forgotten the world outside of his embrace when he’s kissing you and you can barely respond, gasps and ‘oh’s’ fill your room when he’s rubbing that squishy spot that your ex could never reach. But there’s no need to worry about him anymore, not when you can only see Torai on top of you, fixing and rearranging your world to be his now. It’s always been a second nature for you to tell Torai that you love him. But when you’re mumbling “love you Torai, love you s’much” as you stare up at him with dazed and clouded eyes, it stirs a different feeling in you. He’s ruined you for every man that comes after him, what he can do, no other man will ever be able to.
You can only lay in his arms afterwards, a leg thrown over his waist as your head lays on his chest.
“I’ve been stupid, huh?” Voice barely loud enough for him to hear you over the sounds filling your room. Your mind fighting your eyes to stay open, watching whatever shitty old school show he put on your tv. His arm hugs you closer and he takes another suck of his lollipop before he takes it out.
“Nah, just a lil’ mislead. But ‘m here now.” His voice rasps out, a light chuckle falling from his lip before he’s sticking his lollipop back in his mouth. You arm over his torso hugs him tighter and you bury your face into his chest. This is what you needed all along. Just needed your Torai. Your moment almost gets interrupted, he can see your phone on the night stand next to him begin to buzz and light up. The caller ID showing your ex was calling after he picked it up to see who was bothering you at this time of night. He only answers with a hello before your ex is asking Torai what he’s doing answering your phone.
“Don’t ever call or bother her again, you know who I am and you know what I can do.” Such a simple sentence was able to strike extreme terror into your ex. He does know who Torai is and he does know what Torai can do, it’s best to just forget all about you and leave you to the big bad wolf. Torai hangs up just as you started to stir awake and threw your phone to the floor. He’s shushing you asleep again and tugging the blanket over you some more, letting his needed sleep take him over again. He’ll deal with any specifics later, just needs to feel how right this is, how right you two fit together. You’re with the hero, forever and for eternity, you’ll be with him from now on.
finkin of sitting on Sangho’s big lap w his thick thighs as his big fingers grip and squeeze every bit of fat that his big hands come across. sitting on his lap as he shows me what it means to have a real man love me. as he shows me what it feels like to have a real man love every inch of my body, every inch of my soul. showing me what it means to not have to be so hard headed, independent and mean. how it feels to finally let my guard down and let myself be taken care of for once. letting me drown in the ecstasy of having my pleasure be priority for once. the idea and feeling of not having to worry so much and finally letting myself be led through this depraved world with his big arms securing me against him
taking your fav to a coin karaoke and serenading them with a whole dance piece nd they just stare at you with hearts in their eyes instead of being embarrassed by tha people banging on tha door yelling for you to quiet down
