#han's lnt

The two of you go about finishing up your night, you turn in your paperwork, you have dinner together, and you head into the shower. After some heavy making out, you finally shove Soshiro out of the shower -to his dismay- saying that you already know he finished washing up ages ago and he's just distracting you at this point. You take another ten minutes or so to finish up your shower and when you come out, you swear, though it might be the steam clouding up your vision, that you saw your boyfriend....practicing palming the...wall? Must've been the steam. Had to be it. You start to dry yourself off with a towel, again, thinking nothing of it.

Before you know it, he's slammed you against the bathroom wall, hand above your head, pressed harshly against the tile.

You're beet red at this point, surprise squeaking its way out of your mouth.

He's barely noticed, he's flexing his wrist, muttering to himself, "Wait, was that how they did it? Was that too much force...? Hmm..."

"S-Soshiro? Um...what was that?"

"Oh, I just saw some video on your phone, something about booktok and wall slams. Don't think I did it right though-" He finally meets your gaze, only to realize you're still as flushed as ever (in fact, you're even more flushed now that you realize what he was trying to do), eyes wide eyed and innocent, teeth burying themselves in your plush lips, biting back a sultry sigh.

His eyes darken. "Get back in the shower."

"Wh-what? But I'm finished-"

Rin Itoshi has always been right handed.

Or, at least he was, before he met you.

But now- now not a day goes by without you clinging to his arm for warmth, or you falling asleep on his shoulder, or you intertwining his fingers with yours as you walk him to practice, or you tugging him along behind you as you run ahead, excitedly point out that the cherry blossoms are in bloom, or that the birds are flying overhead, or that the flower seller is out today. And he loves it. He loves you. 

But recently, he’s begun to notice that you only like to walk on his right side. Maybe it’s on purpose, maybe you feel safer on his right, or maybe it’s subconscious, maybe you don’t even notice you always run up to the same side of him every time you see him; either way, he’s more than willing to give up his right arm to make you smile. 

That only begs the question, what is he going to do without his dominant arm available to him?

At first, it starts out small. 

At first, he’s simply scrolling on his phone with his left hand while he massages your tense neck with his right. Then he’s flipping pancakes with his left, wrapping his right around you as you watch. All of a sudden, now he’s writing with his left, rubbing your back with his right. Before you know it, he’s become ambidextrous, seemingly out of nowhere. 

And you can’t help but be impressed. It is quite the party trick after all. 

You don’t realize exactly how impressive it is until he’s showing you just how proficient he is with his left hand when he slips his fingers through your dripping folds, pumping them in and out to a rhythm you’ve come to love so much and curling them to hit that oh-so-sweet spot that his right hand has come to know so well. And when he drums your orgasm right out of you, and licks his left two fingers clean, you think you might just prefer it this way. 

And you wonder what else he’s learned with that left hand of his.

Imagine Luke and Kieran report to him that some members of his organization are planning to start a coup. He tells them to bring his bike around so he can look into the situation himself, and by the time he’s pulled his jacket on, grabbed his motorcycle keys, and opened the front door, there’s already a group of men all tied together, sitting on their asses in his front lawn. You wave to him with a smile. “Hi, honey! Just thought I’d stop by on my lunch break. Brought some takeout for us to split. Oh, and these suspicious men.” I bet he grins so wide you can see it from space. 

Or like, what if you arrested a group of protocore smugglers at work and you notice that besides smuggling protocores, they also smuggle a variety of rare merchandise that you happen to know Sylus has been trying to get his hands on for days. Now, you don’t have to tell him about it. Technically, you’re supposed to be confiscating all property related to the smugglers and bringing it in for examination, buuuuuut your boss is really only interested in the protocores, right? Maybe you swing by Sylus’ place, claiming you were just in the area, “on my way back to base” (which is in the opposite direction, by the way), and you drop off the bundle of goodies for him. He’s already like a kid on Christmas when he sees you and you alone, imagine the look on his face when he sees that you’ve got your hands on the products he’s been searching for tirelessly as well.

And we all know Sy’s favorite move is to hack into your comms and give you directions through them, like he’s a part of your personal espionage team. Imagine he’s in the middle of difficult negotiations with a potential business partner and he suddenly hears your voice in his ear, “Tell him the Hunter’s Association knows about the money he’s got stored away in the Cayman’s. Imagine if that money were to suddenly be under investigation.” And then Sy gets to smirk and make his threats like there isn’t some little birdie whispering to him everything he needs to know. When he gets his hands on you, he makes sure to be very thorough about expressing his thanks.

Anyway, if you can’t tell, I’m working on a Solo Leveling fic and these are my thoughts at the moment 😂

“Hey cutie, I was just in the area, and thought I’d bring you a cup of coffee!” Rafayel enthusiastically waves as he makes his merry way over to you.

“Umm. Thanks babe…hey- I thought you were at an art event a city over?”

“Pshhh, it’s practically next door.”

“It’s…it’s like a 40 minute drive from here.” 

“Good thing I didn’t drive then.” He grins, pointing at the helicopter you’ve just now noticed is flying away. 

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at all the theatrics. "I see I'll be apologizing to Thomas later." You accept his coffee and slip your fingers in between his, allowing him to walk you back to your division’s office. "Thanks for the drink, baby. It was nice seeing you, even if only for a minute.”

Tonight, I am just thinking about my men- Rafayel and Caleb.

Imagine a shark is swimming towards you in the water and right as it’s about to take a large bite out of you, Rafayel just pops up beside you and boops it on the nose. “ExCUSE me, Bruce?? I’ve known you since you were a lil baby and this is how you decide to treat my wife?? Nuh-uh. I’m not having any of this. Matter of fact, I’m telling your MOM. Also, I thought you went vegan???”

Or imagine, you’re swimming in the shallows and an eel or something of the slippery sort slides across your leg and it makes you squirm out of instinct. 

Rafayel just blinks at you. “Sorry, is something wrong?” 

“It- it was just so…so slimy and gross.” You whine. 

He sighs. “Cutie, this is my friend Steve that I’ve known since we were little. Steve has a wife and four kids and volunteers at the habitat for sea-manity. Do you still think he’s gross?”

“Um, n-no. Pleased to m-meet you, Steve.” 

And, like, imagine if he took you to a particularly dark underwater grotto and you start to panic at just how dark and ominous it is. He notices how your grip on his arm tightens as he leads you deeper. 

“My bad, guess someone forgot to pay the electricity bill this month. Ahem!” And then he claps his hands and suddenly schools of glowing fish are swimming circles around you, lighting up the cave, and bioluminescent algae begin to glow on the cavern walls like all they needed was his command to do so. 

And besides the fact that drowning is no longer an option, and besides the fact that he can command the storms and the waves to give you nothing but smooth sailing, he also just makes the ocean so much more beautiful.

Imagine you’re in awe when you see your first rainbow colored coral reef. 

“See that, cutie? That’s not just a coral reef, that’s luxury living right there. Only VIPs can afford to live in such prime real estate, and I’ve booked out the entire place for you, free of charge. Isn’t it amazing?”