Blake
★ they/them ★ 28 ★ Pudding ★Choi San Lovemail Machine.
est. 1996
★ agender & polyamorous
please don't refer to me by any (traditionally) gendered terms!★ other interests: birds, sleep token, cosplay.★ General dni/dnf applies. no minors. no hate speech. no bullshit. i block and mute liberally
★ lover of hongsan
(I also enjoy sanhwa, woojoong, and hngwsn a normal amount)★ I like non-traditional dynamics so I primarily lean switch/verse. that being said, I do have a soft spot for ↓SN★ I listen to other kpop groups, but I rarely engage in fandom for them
all this being said, I don't have a lot of dislikes so please don't hesitate to hmu if you wanna talk!
80z
(2022)
chemical burn
(wxxjxxng, ~12k, E)love (again)
(hxngsxn, 10k, E)(fragments) strung together
(hxngsxnhwx, ongoing, E)(promise) tie me a knot
(hxngsxn, 7k, E)mercy
(hxngsxn, ongoing, E)sing me to sleep (sweet lullaby)
(hxngsxn, 5k, E)give me a reason to believe (you're real)
(hxngsxn, 4k, E)
Excerpt from
love (again)
hxngsxn
10k words
“If I’m really yours,” his voice echoes, San’s words spelled out a thousand different ways upon Hongjoong’s lips, “kiss me, San-ah, and tell me—what is it like to taste a god?”When San’s lips find his, Hongjoong is smiling. San kisses him, again and again and again, drawing out the length of Hongjoong’s tongue along his own, coaxing him further until he’s licking the inside of San’s mouth like cream out of a bowl.“Sweet.” San huffs into another kiss, letting Hongjoong nip at him after. “I can taste your love.”“Does that mean you've finally figured it out?” Hongjoong drops with a groan, nuzzling his nose along the crook of San’s neck. The hard length of his dick drags over San’s inner thigh, Hongjoong rutting into him with small, aborted thrusts.“Yeah,” San nods, pressing his nose to the side of Hongjoong’s head and swallowing back against the thickness of his tongue, “I think so.” His hands tremble along the ridges of Hongjoong’s spine, combing over each vertebrae. The swell of the breath below. Hongjoong is alive within his embrace, flowering open with each second they pass between them like smoke off a cigarette.San holds him close, holds him dear, and watches him turn into the sight of the sun above. “Being loved by you,” he shudders, “feels like learning how to breathe underwater.”
Excerpt from
sing me to sleep (sweet lullaby)
hxngsxn
5k words
“Hey.” He whispers into the half-part of Hongjoong’s mouth, the shape of that simplest greeting curling satisfied in his belly. San’s voice drips of honey, sweetness pooling thick onto the palate of Hongjoong’s tongue until he’s swallowing the sound of it, letting the memory of it carve itself somewhere on the inside of his ribs.Hongjoong can’t help carrying the weight of it all within himself, the kiss San imparts upon him so fragile, so precious, it feels as though it’ll shatter him whole the moment he allows himself to just breathe.It's tantalizing how, just this little, can paralyze him.San is a living, breathing constant against Hongjoong, the warmth of him so real it feels dizzying even now. The spark of life within him rages into a smouldering gale, and Hongjoong finds that every fiber of his being wants to drown in the flame, wants to swallow it entire and wait out the inferno for the paradise beyond.He thinks of ashes, of rebirth; he thinks of a bird with wings red as fury and gilded in gold, of the beauty of that with which a boy with a dimpled smile can coax his heart into loving and falling and soaring somewhere so high above the sky Hongjoong has lost sight of it amongst the thick of the clouds.And San—sweet, beloved San kisses him through the storm.