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A = Aftercare (What he's like after sex).

Moon Baek is a tender mess after sex, his tough exterior cracking open to reveal the soft, devoted man beneath. He'd pull you close, wrapping his arms around you, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and whispering how much he loves you, massaging any aches from his rough thrusts, would hold you against his chest, letting you listen to his heartbeat slow, murmuring how much he loves you or praising how perfectly you took him. No rush to separate—he'd stay buried inside you until you both drift off, melting in your arms as you caress his jaw, neck and torso, fingers stroking through his hair, making him feel loved and cherished after the storm of passion.

B = Body part (His favorite body part of his and yours).

On himself, Baek loves his hands—large, veined, strong, perfect for pinning your wrists, large hands around your throat as he pounds into you, feeling your pulse race under his palm, or gripping your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin as he controls the pace. He knows how they make you shiver when they slide between your thighs. For you, it's your thighs; he can't get enough of wrapping his mouth around the soft flesh, biting and sucking marks there before spreading them wide to bury his face or thrust deep between them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum).

Baek is obsessed with cumming inside you, flooding your pussy with thick ropes of his hot seed, marking you as his in the most primal way. He loves watching it drip out afterward, only to push it back in with his fingers or cock, growling about how he wants to fill you until you're overflowing. If he's pulling out, he'll aim for your tits or ass, rubbing the sticky mess into your skin while kissing you hungrily. Swallowing? He'd guide your head down, moaning as you take every drop down your throat, his hand tangled in your hair.

D = Dirty secret (Dirty secret of his).

Deep down, Baek fantasizes about you dominating him completely—tying his wrists with his own belt, riding his cock until he's begging, his scarred body writhing under your control. Coming from his criminal life, where he's always in charge, the vulnerability of submitting to you, letting you use his thick shaft for your pleasure while he gasps and moans like a desperate puppy, is his ultimate thrill. He's never admitted it, but the thought makes his cock throb just imagining your pussy clenching around him as you take what you want.

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Baek has plenty of experience from his wild, dangerous life—quick fucks in back alleys or tense encounters. But with you, it's different; he knows exactly how to read your body, using his knowledge to tease your clit with precise flicks of his tongue or angle his hips to hit that spot deep inside your pussy that makes you scream. He's a natural leader in bed, but he learns your every gasp and moan, adapting to drive you wild, turning raw skill into intimate mastery fueled by love.

F = Favorite position (His favorite).

Missionary—it's intimate, letting him stare into your eyes as he thrusts deep, his scarred chest pressing against yours, feeling your nails rake his back. He loves the control, pinning your wrists while his cock slams into your soaked core, but also the romance of kissing you through every orgasm. For variety, he'll flip to you on top sometimes, gripping your ass as you deliciously bounce on his length, but nothing beats watching your face contort in pleasure beneath him.

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Is he humorous? etc.)

Baek starts serious, eyes darkening as he strips you bare, but as passion builds, a shy, goofy smile breaks through—especially when you trace his scars murmuring something sweet like 'You're gonna kill me with that look', making him blush and chuckle.

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

He stays groomed, impeccably groomed—trimmed short and neat above his thick cock, a dark trail leading down from his v lines, small hairs that have just re-emerged after being shaved not long ago. He absolutely drools about your smooth or lightly shaved pussy, running his fingers over your mound before diving in to lick your folds.

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantic aspect).

He blends roughness with intimacy, whispering 'I love you's to your ear as his length bullies your cervix, hard thrusts accompanied by deep, passionate kisses, his blue and brown eyes lock longingly on yours, making you feel desired, cherished, turning raw sex into a profound connection where every gasp and clench binds you closer.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon).

Baek jerks off thinking of you when you're apart, his large hand wrapping around his throbbing cock in the shower, stroking firmly from base to tip, veins bulging under his grip. He imagines your skins slapping together, your moans echoing as he pumps faster, deeper, cum spurting against the tiles with your name on his lips. It's quick and intense, but nothing compares to the real thing—your mouth, hands, or heat enveloping him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks).

Gunplay tease, he traces the cool barrel of an unloaded pistol along your skin during foreplay, eyes dark with lust as you shiver. It heightens the thrill, his voice low: 'Trust me,' before he discards it and buries his face between your legs, also, you face fucking him as he eats your pussy makes him feral, his cock leaking pre-cum as he laps at your folds desperately.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do).

His dimly lit apartment is prime—bedroom for slow, romantic sessions where he can worship every inch of you, or the kitchen counter for urgent, standing fucks, your legs wrapped around him as his cock drives up into your dripping pussy. Also car fucks, fogging the windows with your shared breaths, eagerly rocking the car as he thrusts deep inside of you, the risk of getting caught mid-thrust making him cum harder than ever.

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going).

Your vulnerability—seeing you fearless around a man who always carries at least one gun on him, how you simply slide into his arms. A simple touch on his arm, your gaze lingering on his bulge, or whispering how much you need him inside you sends blood rushing south.

N = No (Something he wouldn’t do, turn-offs).

Baek draws the line at anything that feels like true violence without consent—his past has enough of that. No degradation that cuts deep; he won't call you names that belittle, preferring praise and possession. Humiliation isn't his thing either—he's so head over heels for you to make you feel anything but desired and equal in the heat of the moment.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving).

He loves giving, kneeling between your thighs to devour your pussy like a starving man, teasing your entrance, tongue flicking your clit while his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot until you squirt on his face. Receiving? He melts when you suck his cock, your lips stretching around his girth, taking him deep until he hits the back of your throat, his hands fisting your hair as you gag on him over and over again, turning him into a moaning mess, he'll be thrusting hard and deep into your mouth in no time.

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It depends on the mood—slow and sensual, grinding deep so you feel every inch of his cock drag against your walls, building to brutal, fast slams that shake the bed, loves railing you hard, skin slapping as he chases mutual climaxes.

Q = Quickie (His opinion on quickies).

Thrives on quickies—stealing moments when tension builds, like bending you over the couch for a frantic fuck, his cock slamming into you from behind until you both cum hard and fast, pulling your head back for a kiss so often, or holding you against the wall while he impales you up and down his engorded member. They're frequent in his high-stakes life, a release valve, but he prefers drawn-out sessions to savor you fully.

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Public teasing under tables or car sex with windows down, also loves pushing boundaries, like fingering you during a quiet dinner or a meeting, his eyes daring you to stay silent.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?)

Baek's stamina is endless, he can go multiple rounds, cumming inside you twice before flipping positions for more, his cock hardening again at the sight of your flushed body. Each session lasts long, thrusting steadily until you're both wrecked, but he always ensures you cum first, drawing it out deliciously.

T = Toys (Does he own toys? Does he use them on you oor him?)

He's not big on toys for himself, but for you? Absolutely—he'd use a dildo to stretch your pussy while he watches, then replace it with his cock, or a remote-controlled vibrator, watching how you arch your body as his fingers tease the buttons of the small control, later burying his length into the waterfalls of your teased, aching pussy. It heightens the pleasure, making him groan at how you clench around him, turning playtime into intense, shared ecstasy.

U = Unfair (How much he likes to tease).

Baek teases mercilessly, his fingers circling your clit without pressing, or pulling out just as you edge toward orgasm, smirking at your whines. 'Beg for it, love,' he'd rasp, loving how you squirm. But he's fair in return—once you plead, he delivers, fucking you hard until you're screaming his name.

V = Volume (How loud is he).

He's vocal, he's LOUD... This man isn't afraid to moan. He is very expressive, both in sounds and in facial expressions, deep moans rumbling from his chest as your pussy tightens around him, gasps turning to growls when he nears climax. 'Ffffuck, y/n...' he'd pant, head thrown back, your moans draw louder ones from him. He demands your noises too, fucking you deeper, harder, whispering filthy thoughts into your ear and spanking you if he thinks you're too quiet, wanting to hear every whimper, hearing you in pleasure is music to his ears. His gunmen are very familiar with both your moans, btw.

W = Wild card (Random sex headcanon).

Baek has a secret marking kink—after cumming inside you, he'll trace patterns on your skin with his cum, or bite your shoulder hard enough to bruise, leaving hickeys like badges of his love. It's possessive yet tender, a way to claim you without words, his lips soothing the marks afterward with kisses.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes).

Thick and veined, about 7 inches, curving slightly upward to hit all the right spots. His balls hang heavy, slapping against you during deep thrusts, always ready to unload.

Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

Sky-high—Baek's drive is insatiable, especially with you. His past left him starved for real connection, so now he craves your touch constantly, hardening at a glance or brush of skin. He's ready anytime, fucking you slow in the morning or rough at night, his longing never fully sated, always pulling you back for more.

Z = Zzz (How quickly does he fall asleep afterward).

After the intensity, Baek holds out until you're settled, caressing your back until your breaths even out. Then he drifts off quickly, cock softening inside you if you're still connected, his arms a protective cage. Sleep comes easy in your embrace, the first peaceful rest he's had in years, lulled by the warmth of your body against his scars and how your fingers caress his lips, neck and chest.

"Maybe you just wanted to shoot them up and kill them all?" is a cutting question, because it's not that far from the truth.

Lee Do's crux isn't that he doesn't want to fire the gun, but that he so badly wants to. The trigger for him is not something he has to pull as much as it is something for him to let go. The temptation is always burning, and he's fighting to hold himself back at every moment.

Lee Do, like everyone who's offered Moon Baek's gun, is trapped in a pressure chamber with the anger that just builds and builds. Pulling the trigger and releasing the anger is the much easier option against keeping the anger in. That's the danger of a gun. It's too easy for all the destruction and dehumanization it causes. And in that path, there is no healing, just a circle of violence that spirals deeper and deeper.

He's saved from that pit by a warm embrace that held him as a child--the depth of the same pit from which stare back the eyes of Moon Baek, the child who was never held the same way, who was never saved and cannot return. And perhaps with disgust, perhaps with jealousy, perhaps with despair, Moon Baek calls to Lee Do, tempting him, tempting everyone who has been hurt and brutalized and tortured with anger that has nowhere to go. And everything that held him back crumbles around him, even the very arms that had once saved him.

But the love that had embraced Lee Do holds him back. And he again and again consciously chooses the agony of not inflicting the same pain that was inflicted on him. Because as much as he is pained by the anger that burns in him, he is also impossibly healed by the grace and the warmth of love.

he's so bon jovi coded

i am almost afraid to answer this for fear of the torrent of dissatisfaction that will spew forth.

big SIIIIIGHHHH

The tl:dr is any good will cultivated eas completely destroyed by the last 2 eps and yet at the same time this series has been plaguing me.

🔞Moon Baek NSFW🔞Balcony.

Pairing: Moon Baek x fem!reader.

Genre: Smut.

The city sprawled beneath the penthouse balcony like a glittering web of secrets, its lights twinkling in the cool night air. Moon Baek stood behind you, his elegant white suit pristine against the dark horizon, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders. His hands settled on your hips, fingers splaying possessively as he drew you back against his chest. You both gazed out at the endless skyline, the distant hum of traffic a faint underscore to the charged silence between you.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm on your neck, and you felt the weight of his seductive glare even without turning—those dark eyes promising sin. A low chuckle rumbled from him, vibrating through your body, as his lips brushed your ear. 'Look at it all,' he murmured, voice smooth as silk laced with danger. 'But nothing compares to you right now.' His grip tightened on your waist, thumbs tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of your dress.

You tilted your head back, meeting his gaze, and there it was—that seductive smile curling his lips, equal parts charm and command. It made your stomach flutter, heat blooming low in your belly. Without a word, he turned you in his arms, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw. His thumb grazed your lower lip, parting it slightly before he closed the distance. The kiss started slow, savoring every second: his mouth claiming yours with deliberate pressure, tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you opened for him. He tasted of whiskey and mint, exploring deeply but unhurried, drawing out soft sighs from you as his free hand roamed your waist, bunching the hem of your dress.

The kiss deepened gradually, his tongue stroking yours in languid sweeps, savoring the way you melted into him. He nipped at your bottom lip, only to dive back in, tilting your head to angle deeper. Your hands fisted in his white jacket, feeling the crisp lines of his suit under your palms, the contrast of his controlled power making you ache. He broke away just enough to whisper against your mouth, 'You drive me crazy, you know that?' Then he was kissing you again, slower still, tongues tangling in a rhythm that mimicked what was building between your bodies.

Baek's hands wandered lower, slipping under your dress to grip your bare thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the wide balcony's ledge. The cool metal bit into your skin through the fabric, but his warmth enveloped you as he stepped between your legs. You shrugged off his jacket, letting it drape over the railing, revealing strong tattooed arms. His eyes never left yours, that glare intensifying with hunger, smile fading into a predatory focus.

He kissed you again, savoring the taste while his fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them aside. The night breeze whispered over your exposed pussy, making you shiver, but he was there—palms rough on your inner thighs, spreading you wide. 'So wet already,' he growled softly, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes that had you arching. He dipped lower, two fingers pressing into your entrance, pushing in slow and deep, feeling your walls clench around the intrusion. You moaned into his mouth, the kiss turning hungrier as he pumped them steadily, curling to rub that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

Pulling back from the kiss, he watched your face as he kept stretching you with sensual precision, thumb working your clit, building the pressure in tight, deliberate circles while his free hand held your waist, anchoring you. 'That's it, let me feel you,' he urged, voice husky. Your hips rocked against his hand, slick sounds filling the air as he fingered you deeper, faster now, but still controlled—savoring every gasp, every tremble. Orgasm coiled tight in your core, and when it snapped, you cried out, pussy pulsing around his fingers, juices coating his hand as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He withdrew slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to your lips. 'Taste yourself.' You sucked them clean, tongue swirling as he watched with that intense glare, then he freed his cock from his pants. It sprang out thick and hard, veins pulsing, the head already beaded with pre-cum. He stroked himself once, twice, lining up with your dripping entrance. The kiss resumed, slow and deep, as he pushed in—inch by inch, letting you feel every ridge, every throb. Your walls stretched around him, hugging tight, and he groaned into your mouth, savoring the tight heat.

Once fully seated, he paused, forehead against yours, both of you breathing raggedly while the city lights blurred in your periphery. Then he began to move, sensual thrusts that were deep and measured, grinding his hips to hit every sensitive nerve. His hands gripped your waist, holding you steady as he pulled back and slid in again, the friction building deliciously. You wrapped your legs around him, heels digging into his butt, urging him on. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking marks into your skin.

Rhythm stoodd sensual, each thrust deliberate—long drags out until just the tip remained, then plunging back in to fill you completely. His cock dragged along your walls, the head nudging your cervix with exquisite pressure. Sweat beaded on his brow, but he didn't rush, savoring the way your pussy fluttered around him, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing softly. 'Fuck, you take me so well,' he murmured, nipping your earlobe before capturing your lips again in a slow, savoring kiss that muffled your building moans.

He shifted, angling deeper, his pace quickening just enough to chase the edge without losing that sensual glide. Your nails raked down his back, bunching the shirt as tension wound tighter. He pinched your nipple through your dress, rolling it firmly, the dual sensations pushing you higher. When your second orgasm hit, it was intense—your pussy clamping down hard, milking his cock as you shuddered against him, cries lost in his mouth.

Baek followed soon after, thrusts turning erratic but still deep, burying himself to the hilt as he came. Hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, spilling out around his shaft with each pulse, dripping down to the ledge below. He ground against you, drawing out both your releases, before stilling, cock twitching inside you. The kiss softened, slow and tender now, as he held your waist, pulling you close while the night air cooled your heated skin.

He eased out gently, tucking himself away with a satisfied grin, then helped you down, straightening your dress with care. 'The view's even better with you in it,' he said, that seductive glint in his eye promising the night was far from over.