Henry Cavill For “The Rake” Magazine | November 2017

⭒ ── 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑫﹕bloodhounds ⟢ hong woo-jin !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⟡ no one understood how someone like you who was so levelheaded could date someone so hardheaded that he couldn’t even accept someone’s inventions to lunch.

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐖 𝐀’ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. x f! reader — no description of reader. levelheaded! reader. soft for reader! woo-jin. established relationship between reader and woo-jin. swearing. lowercase on purpose. ╰─ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. five hundred or less.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . new layout because i deserve it for now long i held up with the last one (if you’re looking for my links they will be at the bottom). also new man and he’s literally the sweetest <333

after the fight against geon-woo, woo-jin was not only hung up on the money he could’ve won- to get rib eye or maybe even a nicer apartment- but also the fact that, that asshole had embarrassed him in front of his girlfriend. you didn’t seem to care too much about his failure though, you would only praise him for even making it past the first round. “you did so well!” you smiled at your boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist. arm slung around your shoulder, woo-jin could only share you a glance and shake his head, smile creeping on his face as the two of you left the locker room.

“you’re basically payed to say that,” he says, trying his best not to smile hard at your comment but he couldn’t help and grin a little. before you could praise him a bit more without boosting his ego to the max, you see someone looking at the two of you as he sat on the bench and he quickly stands once you and him make eye contact. woo-jin notices how you’ve stopped and follows your eyes to geon-woo who pulls down his mask.

“what? huh?” woo-jin is quick to be defensive. you pull away from him, very tempted to hit him on his ribs for being so rude but you remember how hard geon-woo had punch him in his rib cage so you don’t. even after his rude behavior, geon-woo smiles at the two of you. “wanna get a bite?” he asks, sweetly. woo-jin scoffs. “why don’t you ask those other assholes you KO’d to eat with you?” he groans.

“woo-jin,” you warned, making him look at you and practically frown. “what? this fucking guy showed me up in front of you!” he said, damn near pouting, you could hear it. you only sighed and shook your head. “no one could show you up in front of me but you, my love. now, be nice,” you smiled, eyeing begging him to act like he has some kind of respect. as you turn your attention geon-woo, he’s lightly chuckling at the nickname you’d used for woo-jin. woo-jin is quick to turn around, face flushed. “what you laughing at!?”

geon-woo shakes his head, still chuckling under his smile. “sorry, about him,” you grin, happily to make the situation less tense. “he’s so stubborn sometimes,” you start before walking up to geon-woo. the two of you join hands and bow as you say your name and he says his. “he’d love to have dinner,” you grin, once standing, hands separated.

woo-jin eyes go slightly wider at you taking his offer, before his eyes settle back to normal with a groan and a roll of his eyes. “will you be coming along?” geon-woo lightly smiles as he asks, making your boyfriend quickly walk over and point a finger at him. “stop flirting with my girlfriend,” he says making you roll your eyes. geon-woo says nothing and you can tell he’s confused. he’s just really sweet. you wished your boyfriend understood that.

woo-jin leans in unexpectedly, with squinted eyes. “hear me?” he asks, finger still pointed at geon-woo. “yes,” he says, with a small grin and an apologetic bow. woo-jin nods to himself with a grin as he puts down his finger. “sorry, again for him. i’d love to come, if i’m not intruding,” you say and geon-woo is quick to shake his head. “you’re very much welcome,” he smiles.

you smile as woo-jin sighs.

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“i’ll go get the meat,” geon-woo says once you enter the buffet place. before he could walk off you speak up. “no. no, i got it. i mean you’re paying after all.” you stop him and he shakes his head. he definitely didn’t talk much.“it’s the least i can do,” you smile, trying to persuade him. “come on, show-off. i’m starving. let her before she starts fighting you for it,” woo-jin comments. geon-woo is surprised by his comment. “you’re a boxer?” he asks, and you shake your head with a chuckle. “no, but i do pitch ears really good,” you says making geon-woo fold with a small smile and a nods towards you.

“okay. i’ll go get the meat. make sure the grills hot,” you grin, and head over to the raw meat. the boys find a table while they wait patiently for you. as woo-jin sits there, he thinks about he should do you a favor and make friends with geon-woo, especially because of the way you’ve taken a liking towards him. so he bottles up his jealousy and speaks. “so… how long have you been boxing?” woo-jin starts, eyes lingering on geon-woo in front of him. “about three years ago, you?” he replies, sharing a glance to woo-jin, as he turns on the grill.

“couple of years… this was my first competition with her cheering me on,” he starts, eyes looking over at you who’s mindlessly picking meat. “and just for you to show me up, show-off,” he groaned, now looking over at geon-woo. geon-woo looks at him, after eyeing the grill for so long. “i consider myself humble,” he says making woo-jin flare. “she doesn’t seem to care about it too much,” geon-woo says sharing a glance to you quickly.

“yeah. she’s never really cared about me winning,” woo-jin comments and with a nod, eyes giving the table a look. “nice,” geon-woo says. woo-jin looks up from the table and squints at him. “why? think she too good for me?” he stumbles, eyeing geon-woo for an answer. he’s quick to shake his head. “you just don’t seem like the type to date someone so nice,” he shrugs. woo-jin nods as if he’s satisfied with his answer. “i hear that a lot by like old grandma and grandpas,” he grin with short chuckle. geon-woo mimics him.

“from enemies to lovers,” you tease, placing the plate of pork on the table before taking your seat beside woo-jin. both of them left out a light chuckle and smile at you. “is it hot?” you ask, glancing to the stove between the boys. geon-woo nods and holds his hands out for the plate of meat. “she’s a professional, bro. let her handle it,” woo-jin says, using the arm that wasn’t on the back of your chair to touch his heart with his hand. “really?” geon-woo asks you.

you nod, before cutting a piece of the meat with scissors and placing it between chopsticks. “i use to work here when i was a teen,” you smile, rubbing the small slab of meat on the grill and watch as it sizzle. “me too after my family lost everything,” geon-woo says, making you give him a apologetic nod. woo-jin only gives him a short one. you place the strips of meat on the grill and sit down the tongs.

the three of you talk some more about family and training while the pork cooked. “hey, learn to respect your elders,” woo-jin points at geon-woo who only nods, eye practically stuck to the table. woo-jin and geon-woo had just learned of their age difference, and geon-woo was apologetic for his manners before. “understood?” woo-jin asks and geon-woo nods with a “yes, sir.” you shake your head. “stop that,” you start glaring at your boyfriend. “it’s fine, geon-woo, really,” you smile at him and he raises his head.

“it should be done, yeah? flip it,” woo-jin urges, eyeing the meat and you. “we’re the professionals,” you and geon-woo say unison. you and geon-woo laugh as woo-jin shares a disappointing glance between the two of you. “you’re a bunch of show-offs too!” woo-jin says, frowning.

︒ ☆ ꓸﾟ ( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⟡ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 ) ♱｡ ⟢ ⦁ ꓸ

this is so bad. i think i have writers block… i might come out with some dating headcanons for the both of them as well.

𓏲 ☆  2023 starpdfs !!

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Touya with his hair from chapter 388

Closer

Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough

Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 620

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You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough. 

“Can you lay on top of me?” You asked quietly into Bucky’s neck

“What” he chuckled, “No i’ll crush you”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, your arms squeezing him tighter as if that would solve your problem, “yes that’s the point, please I just want to be close to you” 

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Bakugo & Deku <3 Requested by my friend

for sinday.... Douma meets a goddess of love! reader? Aphrodite powers and all. lets see how the unbeliever feels when reader says she's been watching over him for quite some time(and liking what she sees), eh?

SINFUL SUNDAY

A/N: grateful for this request, I nearly forgot the pleasure of writing for my cherished Douma!

One night, a girl unexpectedly appears before Douma in his secluded chamber, radiating an aura of divine beauty.

Douma, initially unfazed, looks her up and down with a smirk. "Well, well, what do we have here? Haven't seen you around, my lotus. Who are you?"

The girl reveals her identity as a goddess, specifically the goddess of love

Douma chuckles, "Love, huh? Not really my thing, sweetheart."

She casually mentions she has been watching over Douma for some time, piquing his interest.

Douma raises an eyebrow, "Watching me, huh?"

"Oh, I've been enjoying the show, my dear. Your fights, your victories," she says. Channeling her feminine charm, the girl flirts lightly, "You may be a demon, but there's a certain allure to your chaos, Douma."

Douma, unfazed but slightly intrigued, retorts, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, goddess. I'm not the type to fall for such tricks. Better don't test my limits. I can snap your neck within blink of an eye."

The girl, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, challenges, "Perhaps not, but even demons deserve a taste of love. Care to prove me wrong?"

"I find the trivial and unnecessary nature of human emotions rather pitiful and inconsequential." Douma tells her, a wry smirk glued to his lips.

She whispers, "Love is not just an emotion, Douma. It's a flame that can burn even the coldest hearts like yours." The girl, with a snap of her fingers, using her powers, creates an ethereal sensation affecting all of his being, making Douma feel a subtle warmth in his chest.

Douma, raising an eyebrow, grumbles, "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh! Don't worry! It's just a taste of the love I can offer. A demon like you might find it... intriguing," she suggests with a grin.

Douma, feeling the unfamiliar warmth, tries to play it off, "Intriguing, huh? Don't get too carried away, goddess."

She leans in, teasing, "You're a challenge, Douma." Playfully running a finger along Douma's cheek, the woman purrs, "Life is more interesting with a little passion, don't you think?"

Douma, catching her hand, smirks, "Interesting, maybe. But I'm not one to be easily swayed."

She offers him a smile and rises onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his. In this moment, she seizes the chance to weave more of her enchanting spell of love around him.

In mere moments, his hakama pants and shirt find their way to the floor. Before he can fully grasp the situation, he's gently pushed onto a futon. The goddess straddles his lap, gracefully removing her attire with deliberate slowness.

In the next moment, she delicately grinds her hips, sensually rubbing her pussy against his visibly eager manhood, standing proudly in all its glory.

Douma gasps, yet places his strong hands to her hips, helping her with her movements. "Mmmm, lotus, look at you, so eager for me already. You're something, aren't you?"

She grins at him, leaning in to engage in a passionate kiss while positioning his cock at the entrance, only to descent on him ever so slowly.

Douma maintains unbroken eye contact with her, allowing her to have her share of fun with him. She rides him as if he were a spirited stallion, and he shows no objection whatsoever.

Douma's hands glide to her breasts, his fingers caressing them tenderly. "You're so hot, my little lotus, riding me as if there's no tomorrow," he praises, his voice sultry, a sly grin gracing his handsome features.

She moans his name, arching her back and rolling her head back in pleasure as his cock hits all the sensitive spots within her pussy. "Oh, Douma! It feels so incredible! I might just get addicted to a demon's touch! Never felt anything like that with a human before!"

Before too long, Douma grows bored, craving the familiar sense of control he exerts in his temple. Swiftly, he tosses her off his lap and forcefully pins her down on the futon. She finds herself on her stomach, rising her hips up for him, and the blonde-haired demon thrusts into her wetness from behind with a deep grunt, establishing a raw, almost primal tempo.

Douma swiftly succumbs to pleasure as the goddess screams, her pussy clamping hard on his cock. Douma alters his angle angle for heightened ecstasy, his cock rubs all of the spongy spots within her cunt. She climaxes with a loud moan, thrusting her hips back onto him, and he soon follows suit, cumming in her with a gasp.

As they recline together and Douma casually caresses her shoulder, he inquires about her name. She responds, "It's Y/N."

Douma grins mischievously. "I'm afraid I can't let you slip away. You're mine now."

"I'm a goddess; you can't keep me as if I were your pet," she reminds.

Douma chuckles softly, his smirk widening. "Well, goddess or not, I've always been fond of collecting rare treasures. Looks like I just found my most prized possession."

"You're under arrest Dabi!" art by me <3 Instagram: ann.i3x