❝My Rescuer❞ Shipping Meme
There is no possible way the two of you could have gotten off on better footing. One of you saved the other. You were complete strangers - or just as good as - yet someone put aside that fact and swooped in when they saw trouble like a guardian angel, whether because of their own moral reasoning or just being at the right place at the right time. The one who was saved? Well, they can't help but be grateful to their rescuer...and, perhaps, all that high octane emotion will lead to more. After all, you've never felt so much towards one person.
Will you be able to finally have peace alongside this person, or is all really as it seems?
How to Play
- Comment with your character, preferences, and etc. Is your character more likely to rescue, be rescued, or either?
- Reply to others.
- RNG for your prompt and thread!
Prompts
- No Hope: They were in a situation that looked incredibly bleak, such as being kidnapped or held prisoner. It was likely they would never see freedom or happiness again. That was something you couldn't stand for.
- Life Threatening: It was a simple accident, but it could have ended their life. You stepped in and pushed them out of the way or caught them as they fell.
- Harassment: Hey, leave them alone, pal! They clearly don't want your attention or your perverse remarks.
- Stand Up: You're being tormented and verbally abused by your peers. Finally, though, someone steps in and defends you.
- See Myself in You: They're different - like you are. You don't think they deserve to be treated this way...and neither would you.
- Ridiculous: Uh oh. A giant octopus is attacking you! Can anyone, will anyone save you from certain doom?
- Saved...From Boredom: Your life seemed like it was in black and white before this person introduced you to color.
- Superhero: Saving people is your job. Why is this case any different?
- Justice: What's happening before you is disgusting. You have to get justice for this victim; of course, that "justice" may also be needed for yourself and your sense of fragile reality.
- Spur of the Moment: Rescuing someone was never in your plan, but you couldn't pass up the chance.
- Love at First Sight: They saved you, and you fell. Or the other way around.
- Bring Back Happiness: All that was good has faded until you got a new lease on life.
- Guilt Complex: In the past, you failed. You'll never let anyone get hurt again.
- Not Only a Job: Technically, you were hired to take this person from their captor to another captor, yet in the end, you changed your mind.
- Warming Up: You can't help but soften towards someone you owe your life to.
- Honor Among Thieves: Your record may not be squeaky clean, but there are acts even you cannot condone.
- Gone Too Far: Your rage at seeing a living being treated this way has welled up, and the one who was victimized has to pull you back. Can they?
- Hurt Because of Me: In your defense, your savior has been injured. You feel a certain sense of sinking culpability.
- Patched Up: After the fight, both of you care for each others' mental and physical wounds.
- Who Rescued Who?: They may have physically saved you, but you emotionally saved them.
- The Truth Comes Out: You learned that your "rescue" was a fabrication to gain your trust. Has your relationship changed them? Even if it has, can you ever believe them again?
- All's Well: Once out of the limelight and out of harms way, you two can explore the prospect of getting to know each other better.
- Violent Delights Have Violent Ends: Your relationship ends as it began: with violence and despair.
- Doesn't Last: All of your attractions are a flash in the pan. When it comes down to it, you can't make it work between you when there's no danger to draw you close.
- WILDCARD
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Life on the streets hadn't been easy, but it'd been the means to an end. The ends being where he is now - living a life that he'd never even imagined years ago, back when he'd tried to sleep on a rock hard slab of a mattress without sheets and with no food in his belly.
It's not easy living with some of the memories rattling around in his head. Sungwoo knows that Ji-Woong gets this, that he's got plenty of his own demons to deal with. It's reassuring really, knowing that no matter how fucked up you might be that there's always going to be someone there who understands, who gets it, who's been there. They work on so many levels, not just physically. Though they certainly have enough chemistry there.
But it's not just about sex. It's almost never been just about the sex. Well... it might have been at first, but it's hard to say really. That was awhile ago now after all.
"You shouldn't litter."
He's moving before he even realizes it, so used to following Ji-woong like this. But he catches himself before he's moved too far, body already yearning to be down there where his boyfriend is. Ugh, why. All because he'd decided not to lose? Could this be called losing? He should have figured out clearer rules for this game before things got to this point. He takes a moment, debating the pros of extending this little scene out before deciding that no, he's basically won anyway might as well take this as his reward.
Without a word he launches into motion, sitting up and pushing off with all the confidence in the world that Ji-woong wouldn't let him hit the ground.
bring your a-game, filth child
Sometimes it feels too easy. But then everything else has been so fucking hard to climb their way up to, starting out with nothing in life. Why shouldn't one thing be simple and work out?
"I'll pick it up later," Ji-woong murmurs as he catches Sungwoo beneath the armpits, more to placate him temporarily than because he actually means it. Neither of them will give a shit about that soda can later. As he lowers Sungwoo the last foot or two to the ground he lets his hands slide over Sungwoo's loose shirt and fists his hands into the fabric as he moves them back up again so that the shirt is riding up Sungwoo's stomach to his chest. Ji-woong takes a solid step forward, crowding Sungwoo up against the tree trunk. He licks his lips, leaning in to speak low right beside Sungwoo's ear.
"Wanna watch you touch yourself," he says, unable to resist running his tongue over Sungwoo's earlobe before sucking it into his mouth briefly. He manages to keep Sungwoo's shirt pinned up around his chest with one hand as he uses the other to take Sungwoo's hand and bring it to his mouth. Ji-woong's tongue snakes out, licking at Sungwoo's fingertips before wrapping his lips around them properly. They receive a kiss before he pulls away. "Play with your nipples for me, baby."
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Secretly it worries him sometimes, just how easily their relationship had fallen into place. Nothing in his life has even been easy and so sometimes he can't help but wonder when the shoe's going to drop. It's not personal, he's sure Ji-woong would understand.
"You're a terrible example." This is huffed out with a small laugh as Ji-woong catches him. Which is one of the funniest things he could say considering. After all he's a notorious gang leader and their current activities aren't exactly what an upstanding citizen would be doing in a public place. Of course they're terrible examples!
Sungwoo practically melts back against the tree, all too willing to have Ji-woong crowded up against him after his time hanging out in the tree by himself. Tilting his head back, his eyes flutter closed as his boyfriend's breath brushes against the sensitive shell of his ear. He gasps, letting out a quiet puff of air as the warm air on his ear is replaced by an even warmer tongue then mouth. His ears have always been one of his more sensitive spots.
Of course this means he's completely unprepared for when Ji-Woong's tongue finds his fingers and he squirms, back arching off the tree slightly in response. It's so easy to get lost in the moment. Which is both good and bad since they're very much in public right now, but honestly Sungwoo can't find it in himself to care. Instead he opens his eyes, wanting to watch Ji-woong's face as he takes his now saliva dampened fingers and runs them up along his chest towards a nipple.
"Wanna watch you watch me." Sungwoo confesses, fingertips lightly teasing over one nub in a way that's anything but satisfying. The touch too light, too playful to do anything but make him want more. For a gang leader, Ji-woong has such expressive eyes and Sungwoo loves watching the expressions that flicker through them. Loves knowing that he's the one who put them there. But as much as he's enjoying this, there's something he wants even more.
"Kiss me." It's a demand, breathy and a little shaky, but still a request nonetheless. He's not asking. Head tilting up as he continues to toy with one nipple, working the little nub to stiffness with excruciating slowness. "Ji-Woong."
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But when he's with Sungwoo that isn't a terrible thing. It isn't good either; it just is. Sungwoo accepts that it was all necessary. Sungwoo believes in his choices in regards to their family. If they weren't meant to find one another, accept one another, understand one another, then what is this? Random luck? Neither of them believe in luck.
The flipside is that if he believes this is fate then he could get caught up in taking it for granted. Ji-woong swears he's never going to do that. Every sweet gasped out breath, every way Sungwoo's body fits itself against his, he's never going to stop letting it set him on fire.
He can feel the way his eyes dilate, taking in everything in front of him. The rush of Sungwoo's half-coy, half-wanton gaze knowing he's going to have Ji-woong's devoted attention. The fingers playing at his nipple in a way that Ji-woong knows from years of experience isn't going to do it for him, not like that. Oh, he wants to show off, he wants Ji-woong to watch, but what he really wants is Ji-woong to be the one getting him worked up.
Sungwoo always gets what he wants. One demand, and Ji-woong wants to give him the world. His mouth is already descending on Sungwoo's before the words are fully out. He cups a hand to the nape of Sungwoo's neck as their lips meet. One soft, slow kiss that Ji-woong doesn't fully pull back from so that he can just keep looking into Sungwoo's eyes.
"Beautiful," he says. One, two, three lingering pecks to that beautiful, willing mouth.
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Besides, if there was a big guy upstairs wouldn't he punish them? After all they're not exactly good guys. They've done things that go against basically every religion out there after all. Hell, being gay is probably the least of their sins in that regard. Not that Sungwoo thinks what they have is a sin. Hell, what they have, Jin-woong is the only thing that makes him want to believe sometimes. That maybe there's more. That there's an after and that they'll be able to have that after too. Especially since people in their profession aren't particularly known for having the longest of life expectancies. Maybe it's greedy to already be thinking about how he wants more, but when it comes to Jin-woong nothing is ever going to be enough. Not ever.
Luck, no. Numbers, probabilities, and odds? Yes. It's not that Sungwoo gets lucky, it's that the odds were in his favor.
May they ever be in his favorAh, as per usual Ji-woong knows exactly what's on Sungwoo's mind. It's fun, the rush he gets from watching Ji-woong watch him, teasing him like this. But it's not the same. It's never as good squirming under his own touch. It'll never be as good. There's magic in Ji-Woong's fingers, Sungwoo is convinced of this. There's just something about his boyfriend's touch that's got to be more than this mundane life they share together. Well, as mundane as you can be when you're involved in the gang lifestyle the way they are anyway.
He presses up, already knowing he'll get what he wants. Mouth already seeking out Ji-woong's for a kiss that is great, but leaves him wanting more. Then again, he always wants more. When it comes to his partner he's never really satisfied and never really will be. There's no such thing as too much or enough. Never.
"Ji-woong." He answers. More. Mouth clinging to each teasing peck insistently.
The hand not pinned between them, the one not currently pressed to Sungwoo's chest, reaches up and tangles in Ji-woong's hair. Nails scratching at his scalp, fingers tugging a little. Closer
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...Doesn't he punish sinners?
Ji-woong might sound naive, or like he's twisting his beliefs to suit his life. But then what else can he do but find a way to apply his faith to his own life experiences? He kills to survive. God will understand that. It's not easy for a kid on the streets. You can't always just run away. Sometimes to protect the ones you care about you have to take the threat out before they take out you.
Besides, his God is about forgiveness, not punishment. If Ji-woong had been born into a different place, had different opportunities he might not have become who he is now. His God loves him anyway.
And doesn't somebody have to do his dirty work?
Ji-woong tries to do that for Sungwoo, too. Sungwoo doesn't like getting physical if he doesn't have to. So Ji-woong does his best to keep him unstained as far as he can. Not completely; he's not stupid, he can't do that when Sungwoo's chosen the same gang lifestyle he has. But he can do enough. Enough to preserve the light in his boyfriend's eyes. The hope that persists in him.
"Ji-woong."
He's still present. He's still right there with Sungwoo. Sungwoo who pulls him closer greedily like they could climb into one another's skin. The little crescents of nail digging in telling him he isn't doing enough.
"We need all night for everything I want to do to you," Ji-woong murmurs against Sungwoo's lips, slotting his hips against Sungwoo's. He lets his fingers ghost along the edge of Sungwoo's waistband. It's not difficult to get his fingers down inside it even with a belt tightened there. Not that he reaches that low, just enough to say that he could. "Come on."
It's stupid to stay out in the open anyway. The moment he thinks it Ji-woong can feel a prickle at the back of his neck like there could be someone just waiting to blow their fucking brains in.
This is who they are, what they do.
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If anything proved to Sungwoo that there was some higher power it was Ji-Woong. Without him, Sungwoo probably would have died years ago. Casualty to some street war maybe or worse - the streets have a special fate for soft and pretty after all. Something he'd managed to avoid somehow, though he's honestly still not sure how. Not that he isn't grateful, because he's the most grateful that such a life wasn't something he had to experience.
It's not enough, but it's never enough. This is, at least, a very good start. Then again, most things can be considered a start with their track record. It's what they do.
"Good thing-" Sungwoo presses in dropping tiny kisses to the corner of Ji-woong's mouth. "We have all night." The other corner is also bestowed a kiss. Can't leave it behind, it might feel left out. It's only fair. Honestly, his pants were tight to begin with, but they're even tighter now. Which isn't the most comfortable of fits. What they endure for fashion. The touch is soft, teasing, it's nice and for the moment it's enough. A promise for the future, a taste of things to come. "Yeah."
Sungwoo reaches up, mouth reaching for one last kiss anyway. They've been out and exposed long enough. Less flirting with danger, more actually flirting.
"Take me home."
This is also who they do, but that's another story entirely.
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So that prickly feeling Ji-woong was experiencing was from the glare being leveled at them from a few feet away. Kitae usually didn't look like much with his short compact frame but many knew that he had a hair-trigger temper and secreted a lot of weapons about his personage. He had been in the same system as the others, and fell into the same path as them but while the other two stumbled along not sure what they were doing, he easily fell into his role. Quick temper withstanding, he had fingers everywhere, knew people and places and things, and got along with the middlemen of several bigger groups that could have eaten their small gang up if give a reason.
Unlike the others, he didn't come into this purely on chance. Kitae's secret connections that gave them a broader base was firmly rooted in his family, the one thing that he still had outside of the rest. He just been talking to the one even, getting from them a choice bit of tidbits that could give his gang a nice payday. He just needed to run it by the boss first. But the thought had fled with the absolute annoyance that was them making out in public where someone could blow their brains out. He could blow their brains out and while the image was so appealing against all the times he came across them like this, Kitae didn't want to shatter his own reputation because of it.
"The fuck's wrong with you? Can't you answer your fucking phones?"
Time to break up this little party before they get too involved in sex. He'll never get a answer if they were going to disappear in the dismal swamp of their shared bed.
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But yeah, Ji-woong had felt a presence so you're not going to startle him with your appearance or your attitude. He doesn't react at first.
Can't you answer your fucking phones?
"Sungwoo was up a tree," Ji-woong says by way of apology as he glances round. Come on Kitae, you know what that means. Ji-woong had to save him. And when Sungwoo is in distress no phone calls are getting answered! Nothing else going on could ever be more important.
He drags his fingers up out of Sungwoo's pants, but they don't travel far, just until they're resting warm on the soft skin of Sungwoo's lower belly.
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In fact, he peers around Ji-woong instead to offer Kitae a happy smile.
"Hi kitty!" Shameless is basically his middle name after all, so he's not at all bothered. Maybe when Kitae's actively annoyed isn't the time to be quite so chipper about it, but well it's more or less just his way. Sorry not sorry. Except. Shit.
"I left my phone in the tree."
Eh, someone'll get it sooner or later. It's not like he needs it right this second anyway. Not with both Ji-woong and Kitae right here.
He shifts a hand over so he can rest it softly over the top of Ji-woong's hand, squeezing lightly.
"So, what's up? Didn't you have a meeting or something today?"
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"It can stay there. Give the birds something to crap on."
No, no sympathy here for that. It wasn't like they couldn't just get another phone. They were criminals after all, and they always had a few burners laying around the place just for quick calls and the like.
"Meeting's over and I've got some intel that might make us a good payday. If you're interested."
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Ji-woong has survived this long in life considering he grew up on the street, don't worry, kitty. He can handle it. He's very appreciative that you've got his back though, and especially that you'd look out for Sungwoo on his behalf. Coz if anything happened to Sungwoo, Kitae's KILL EVERYONE would look like a kitten attack in comparison, truly.
Ji-woong chuckles at Kitae's lack of sympathy for the phone, but he knows if he doesn't get it Kitae will definitely give into Sungwoo's sad eyes and pouting in the end. It's not a priority right now.
"Go ahead," Ji-woong says, slipping behind Sungwoo to hug him from behind so they can both see Kitae properly. "We're listening."
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Besides, this is their neighborhood. Who'd be ballsy enough to try shit on their home turf and this close to their base? Hell, if someone makes it this far in then they probably deserve to get shot at.
"Sure, sure. That's cool, whatever. I'm sure I don't have anything too sensitive on there. So I'm sure it's not a big deal if any of our competitors were to pick it up later or anything."
Sungwoo you sassy brat. Not that he's entirely wrong, since cell phones can be pretty bad about being security leaks. But hey, gotta have somewhere to send the notifications from their security systems and stuff, right?
Also geeze both of you, sure he's a little squishy and he hates working out, but he's not actually defenseless. It's not like his upbringing and life have exactly been cushy either. He's a big boy and can take care of himself.... getting stuck in trees completely beside the point.
Oh. Nevermind, it's hard to fuss when Ji-woong wraps his arms around him and he cuddles back with a contented sigh. That's good, great even. Nothing like being in his favorite spot in the word after all. Plus Kitae said the magic word. Payday. Not that he says anything, better to just let Kitae get on with it. Less likely to accidentally interrupt that way.
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He just never admitted it that being the case.
"I get it, fuck Sungwoo, lemme tell you shit first then we'll fetch it."
Yeah, yeah, look at him, talking big but still giving in to the older guy's demands. It wasn't that it was hard to get. It was more that Kitae thought Sungwoo should keep track of his shit.
"The Taehoong group is moving some of their goods from one warehouse to another, which means they'll be splitting up their guards and their attention. It'll give us a couple points to go after, either the new local or the old and they usually have all that important bootleg stuff people love buying."
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Instead Ji-woong listens to Kitae's intel, nodding thoughtfully.
"You know which goods they're moving?" He asks. "I'd be more tempted to hit the old place if it'll be worthwhile; they're so caught up in the new one they've been neglecting it, it'll be a really easy score."
For a nice change.
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Riling up Kitae is one of Sungwoo's favorite pastimes though! Plus it's a skill he possesses innately somehow. He doesn't really have to try to get under kitty's skin, it usually just kinda happens. Which is why he tries sometimes, because at least then it's more fun. He knows not to push Kitae too far, there are limits after all. Limits that Sungwoo's pretty good at keeping to.
See this stuff? This is the actuality of their job. Sungwoo's more of an idea and theory guy, so he's just going to let them iron this out in peace for now. If they need him they'll ask. Otherwise he's just going to stand here contently as he leans against Ji-woong in silence.
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But he was still going to come up with all sorts of jokes to play on him later on. Or just make him do a re-watch of one of their dramas.
"They're moving the heavier stuff first. You know, like the fridges and ovens and shit. They're gonna leave the smaller game equipment and software for the second trip since it would be easier to move later."