Is Is This Not Just Cannon Cannon? Like Its So Spot On

is is this not just cannon cannon? like it’s so spot on

Headcannon: when Seven is bored and runs out of things to do he makes elaborate Rube Goldberg machines. Like just to open a can of phd pepper for him or to turn on a fan. And he’ll just have boxes and boxes of random crap like little toy trains, train tracks, gears, clocks, and yards and yards of yarn. And eventually the rfa stumbles upon it and is like ?? You knit?? And instead of explaining he just goes with it

oh.

… oh my

Immediate Attention

1335 words about Jumin and his wife and their...extracurricular activities at the RFA party. It's a tradition, folks. Empty conference rooms beg for people to fuck in them. I don't make the rules. NSFW!

"I want you to fuck me."

She whispered the words just behind his ear, glass of champagne in hand, mischief and lust simmering in her eyes. No one noticed the way she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants and gave him a tug just before she walked away, toward the rear of the reception hall, hips swaying in time with her thoughts.

No one noticed the color that crept high on Jumin’s cheekbones, and the way he swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat.

No one noticed the way his cock twitched and the surge of passionate rage coursing through his veins in response to her complete and utter lack of decorum.

So, with a polite nod and a raised hand, he spoke, as eloquent and calm as he could muster.

“Pardon the interruption, gentlemen, but I’ve just been alerted to a matter that requires my immediate attention.”

The men in suits nodded and murmured their understanding while Jumin turned on his heel and strode after her, loosening his tie. He abandoned his now empty champagne flute on a nearby mahogany side table and caught her by the wrist as she slipped out around the corner and into an empty conference room. He closed the door with a quiet authority– not a slam, put a purposeful shut, locking it behind them before pinning her against the wall with his entire body.

“Do you realize what a scene you just made?” he said, hot breath against her neck just before he fastened his lips upon the tender, sensitive skin there. One of his hands held her hip in place, the other groped at her breast beneath the beaded navy blue fabric of her dress.

She had to laugh– a throaty gasp as he licked along her jawline, then pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Yes,” she confessed just before he claimed her mouth in a fervent kiss. He stole her breath. He stole her sanity. He stole whatever shred of composure she had left.

“That mouth of yours is filthy.” He spoke the words onto her tongue before tearing himself away to push the strap of her dress down over her shoulder, leaving his kisses along her arm, across her collarbone; he slipped a hand around the front of her thigh and under the slit in her gown so that he could slide his fingers into the already damp fabric of her satin panties and skim them over her sex– to tease, to incite. “I’d like to hear more of what it can do,” he began, sliding his index finger along her slick, “when you find you can’t control it at all.”

She grabbed a handful of the hair at the base of his neck and pulled him away from her skin so she could look him in the eyes, her own pupils blown wide with lust and mischief, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “You’re quite familiar with this mouth,” she said just before pressing a painfully tender kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I believe you’ve seen it do all sorts of things for your benefit.”

It was Jumin’s turn to laugh, then. She kicked off her heels and made quick work of his pants, one warm hand curling around his aching, hard shaft. But when she sank to her knees and swallowed the length of him without batting an eye...suddenly, he wasn’t laughing anymore.

Her impulsiveness and her unpredictability are what he loved the most about her. How she’d appear poised and gracious in one moment– chatting politely with guests, shaking hands with potential donors and making connections with people Jumin had deemed impossible to reason with– and turning on a dime to whisper depraved words in his ear and make him hot under the collar and wish that he could take her home.

Or in this case, into an unused meeting room.

But he didn’t want to come in her mouth– that beautiful, sinful mouth lined in his favorite shade of red and fixed around his cock so perfectly he wanted to weep. No, he wanted to feel the release he needed so desperately inside her, to possess her, body and soul, and give her what she asked for not ten minutes ago in the middle of the party. So he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away from him, then cupped her chin in his hand. She stood to face him again and took off her panties, then bunched her dress up over her hips (with his help), eager hands stumbling over her own as they worked together– all lips and tongue and teeth and unsteady breathing. And when he lifted her at the waist and she rocked her hips so that he sunk into her so satisfactorily and full and hard and deep, they muffled their moans against each other as her back scraped against the textured wallpaper. She gripped his waist with her thighs, but there was no need– he held her firm with strong, capable hands.

She cried out his name when he began to thrust harder, and her head knocked against the wall more than once, but she didn’t notice. The way he felt inside her was more than enough to distract her from any sort of external stimuli.

“Look at me,” he implored, his body moving now of its own accord. If he could have pushed his entire being inside her, he would have in that moment when she opened her eyes and fixed them upon his face. Both of them aglow with exertion– cheeks pink, eyes and skin glistening in the relative darkness of the empty room– they came together. Her clenching spurned Jumin’s peak, and as the warmth and wetness of her core pulsed and quivered around him, his breath came in short, stuttering bursts. Forehead pressed against hers, he used the strength of his core to hold her secure against the wall so he could slide a hand at the back of her neck and kiss her: open-mouthed, panting, tearful as he came, shivering when a droplet of sweat trickled down to the small of his back.

She fought to catch her breath, to regain some semblance of control over her muscles, her heartbeat, her reality. Dizzy, intoxicated, giddy, she let her head fall forward onto his shoulder while he gingerly let her toes touch the ground again. Broad hands smoothed up her sides and over her shoulders until they came to rest on either side of her face.

“I adore you,” he whispered, a tender kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said with a languid smile, reaching to smooth down some of his hair that she’d disheveled with her eager fists.

“Do you think…?” she began.

“Without a doubt,” he said, throwing her a disarming wink. “You do this during every party, you know. You’re quite the temptress. Though tonight, it took you longer than usual,” he mused, tucking in his shirt tails. “I was worried that you’d found other means of entertainment and forgotten.”

“What kind of wife would I be if I left you hanging at a fundraiser?” she scoffed, feigning offense as she bent down to reclaim her panties. Jumin moved just a second faster, however, and snatched them up before she could. Smug, he stroked the fabric and pushed them into the pocket of his pants, leaving her slack-jawed and red-faced all over again.

“You’d be the kind of wife that I would still love and cherish with all my heart.” He leaned to kiss her ear, then whisper, “And the sort of wife who might find herself begging for mercy when her dear husband gives her a taste of her own medicine.”

He traced his lips across her cheek until they were feather-light upon hers again, kissed her so quickly and so softly it made her head spin, then pulled away to straighten his tie. “Come. We have guests to entertain,” he said, escorting her back out to the party.

also like i want too

I COULD SLEEP TO JUMIN’S VOICE YA’LL-

I AM THIS CLOSE TO RECORDING ALL HIS CALLS AND JUST PLAYING THEM ON LOOP OH MY GOODNESS-

oh shit … same ray same i like that jumin is just straight up his whole route even when going through emotional turmoil he’s completely honest with you if you ask if he’s okay when he’s not but social cues means he should say yes that’s what he tells you literally he says that in one of the chats. it’s so nice to not have to worry about are they angry and not telling me are the upset but won’t say anything if i ask him what he thinks he will absolutely give me an honest methodical and multifaceted answer. he won’t say something just to make you feel better but he will tell you he doesn’t want to hurt you.

also i imagine he’s the kind to like really go in depth into hypothetical and i enjoy that shiz if i ask you what mythological creature you’d want to be i want a 15 min verbal essay of what you chose why and when you learned about them like that kind of thing makes me so happy and i think he’d be like that.

reasons why ray is the best character:

1. jumin stan

Ray thinks it's Jumin because Jumin is matter of fact. He's easy to read because he's not got so many social cues that Ray doesn't even begin to understand... he's got a way of speaking that you couldn't ever misunderstand because he means what he says and he says what he means.

Compared to Yoosung or Zen who can be much more pointed, yeah, it's clear why he picks Jumin.

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hi! idk if requests are open now but i'm feeling kind of sad about some trauma (the police got involved in what happened to me by the way) and i was wondering how seven would react to finding out about about some trauma that still really messes with mc when he's doing a background check on them - like he's going through their files and finds this almost 10 year old file about something that happened... how would he confront that? tysm you're an amazing writer and i love your stuff sm <333

hey hey i’m so sorry this took so long i haven’t been writing much lately because my life has been going through a lot of changes (all good tho)

as for the request i want to say first that I’m sorry your feeling sad but I’m so proud of you for staying strong and searching for positive things to make you feel better i have depression and i know how easy it can be to simply stay in the sad so your strength is really inspiring! I hope my writing can help even just the teensiest bit! so without further ado

seven reacts to finding trauma in MC’s background check

·        by in large it would be the same. At first at least.

·        He doesn’t want to bring it up in chat because he knows from experience that some people (read as him) prefer to keep trauma and painful pasts secret

·        If someone brings up something similar to the incident than he not so subtly changes the subject

·        For example, if it happened on a specific holiday and someone brings up that holiday he suddenly spams the chat with meme’s and ads for sevenstar drink until everyone gets distracted

·        If for whatever reason he can’t change the subject to spare you potential triggers than he’s watching the CCTV extra carefully for any changes in your behavior, he can tell how tense you are how shallow your breathing is he’s been trained to notice high stress

·        Soon enough your kicked from the chat as he’s calling you up his tell-tale singsong voice bouncily greeting you

·        Plan A cheerful distraction! He’s turning up his energy and humor to a ten just for you. He’ll be your personal rainy day clown. Laughter is the best medicine after all.

·        If you tell him, you don’t feel like joking around however he’ll quietly admit to what he’s doing.

·        He’ll tell you, well, everything and suddenly all the meme spamming and ADHD-esque shenanigans make sense

·        You’ll laugh, that broken half sob kind of laugh that happens when things suddenly make way too much sense

·        And when he sees your shoulders shaking on the CCTV he can’t do this anymore there’s a new edge to his voice when he says “hang on” then the line goes dead

·        You figure that’s just one more person who thinks your past is too much to handle (you’ve lost a couple people this way, after all why would anyone want “damaged goods”)

·        Slowly you set about the arduous task of coming down from a panic attack when you hear a knock at the door and a familiar voice announcing that he’s coming inside

·        You make it to the entryway as he enters and the world freezes. He has your favorite snacks and drinks his arms full of everything you two had talked about in the chat. Every off handed reference to something you loved, every mention of an obscure childhood candy, every anime, manga or book you had chatted with him about. he remembers every single one and he’s standing before you now holding them.

·        “I can’t change the past.” He says lamely, like he’s admitting a great fault “but I hope I can make your present a bit better”

·        You know that meme where one person says “if I run at them right now they’ll definitely catch me” well you run at him and he does in fact drop everything to catch you.

·        You see Saeyoung knows trauma, knows it like the back of his hand, he knows trauma better than he knows himself. He knows he can’t fix it knows he can’t change or control it but he can make sitting with it a bit easier.

·        He’ll you want you want and do anything to make it easier on you. Need to sit on his lap he’ll blush and sputter and think of a hundred and one reasons that’s a VERY bad idea, but he’ll let you all the same.

·        Need to talk a mile a minute about everything that happened back then, well no matter what the RFA thinks he does in fact know how to sit down shut up and pay attention. Especially when it’s a topic he’s passionate about and there isn’t a single thing in the world he’s more passionate about than you.

·        He’s honestly surprised by the difference between reading a file and hearing your firsthand account. The details are the same of course but your version is so much more visceral, so real and vivid and horrifying. The exact opposite of the cold clinical unflinching facts of the case file.

·        If in ten years you were to ask him when he fell in love you he’d say it was in this moment. When your voice is shaking and your makeups messy from tears and your expression was as raw and honest and real as a person could possibly be.

·        Of course he loved you before but something in that moment brought it into focus. Like taking the protective film from a camera lens. When you trusted him, when you believed that he was worthy of absolute trust and capable of absolute protection. When you chose him to share your trauma with he knew in that moment that not only did he WANT to live up to that but that he HAD to live up to that.

·        You are his inspiration for change. His catalyst and muse. You make him want to be better.

·        He does not love you BECAUSE of your trauma. He does not love you IN SPITE of your trauma. He loves you through your trauma, amidst it, inside and around it. He loves you, past present and future.