#Comparison of flooring options

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A Comprehensive Comparison of Flooring Options

Flooring is one of the most fundamental elements of interior design, impacting any space's aesthetics, functionality, and ambiance. Whether you're building a new home, remodeling a room, or simply looking to refresh your living environment, the choice of flooring can significantly influence your space's overall look and feel. With many options available in the market, making the right decision can be exciting and overwhelming. This article aims to simplify the process by providing a comprehensive comparison of various flooring options. Let's embark on this journey of exploration and discovery as we navigate through the world of flooring options to help you make an informed and confident decision.

Types of Flooring 

When it comes to flooring options, the variety available can be overwhelming. From the rich warmth of hardwood to the sleek appearance of tiles, each type of flooring has its own set of characteristics, benefits, and considerations. By exploring the distinct features of each, you'll gain a better understanding of what they have to offer and which one aligns best with your needs.

Hardwood Flooring

Hardwood flooring is renowned for its timeless beauty and natural elegance. It adds warmth and character to any room, lending a sense of luxury and sophistication. With a variety of wood species, finishes, and stain options, hardwood floors can seamlessly blend into different interior design styles, from traditional to contemporary. Hardwood floors can last for generations when properly maintained. They develop a rich patina over time, adding to their charm. However, hardwood is susceptible to scratches and dents, especially in high traffic areas. Regular maintenance is essential to keep hardwood floors looking their best. They require sweeping, vacuuming with a soft-bristle attachment, and occasional mopping with a damp cloth. Spills should be cleaned promptly to prevent damage.

Laminate Flooring

Laminate flooring consists of multiple layers, including a high-density fiberboard core and a realistic photographic layer miming the appearance of wood, stone, or other materials. It's available in a wide range of designs and textures. Wear Resistance and Lifespan Laminate is highly durable and resistant to scratches, fading, and stains. While not as long-lasting as hardwood, it can still provide many years of use, making it a suitable choice for busy households. Laminate flooring required relatively low maintenance. Regular sweeping or vacuuming and occasional damp mopping are sufficient to keep it clean and in good condition.

Tile Flooring

Tile flooring comes in two main types, ceramic and porcelain. Ceramic tiles are made from clay and come in various finishes and designs. Porcelain tiles are denser and less porous, making them highly water-resistant and suitable for various applications. Tiles provide endless design possibilities. They come in various colors, patterns, shapes, and sizes, making them ideal for traditional and modern aesthetics.

Vinyl Flooring

Vinyl flooring comes in various forms, including sheets, tiles, and planks. Luxury Vinyl Plank and Luxury Vinyl Tile mimic the appearance of hardwood and tiles, respectively. Modern vinyl flooring technologies have led to highly realistic designs resembling natural materials. It's available in numerous colors, patterns, and styles to suit different preferences.

Comparison of Flooring Options

Selecting the right flooring for your home is a significant decision that impacts your living spaces' aesthetics and functionality. To assist you in making an informed choice, we've compiled a comprehensive comparison of four popular flooring options: hardwood, laminate, tile, and vinyl. Let's delve into the key aspects of each option to help you make the best decision for your unique needs.

Durability and Longevity

Hardwood: Offers timeless beauty and can last for generations with proper care. Susceptible to scratches and dents, especially in high-traffic areas.

Laminate: Highly durable and resistant to wear, scratches, and stains. While not as long-lasting as hardwood, it provides good longevity.

Tile: Known for exceptional durability, especially porcelain tiles. Resistant to wear, moisture, and stains.

Vinyl: Highly durable and water-resistant, able to withstand heavy foot traffic and moisture without damage.

Aesthetic Appeal and Design 

Hardwood: Exudes natural elegance with various wood species and stains to choose from.

Laminate: Mimics the appearance of natural materials like wood and stone, available in a wide range of designs and textures.

Tile: Offers versatile design options with countless colors, patterns, shapes, and sizes available.

Vinyl: Provides realistic designs resembling natural materials, offering numerous color, pattern, and style choices.

Installation Complexity

Hardwood: Moderate installation complexity, often requiring professional assistance.

Laminate: DIY-friendly with various installation methods, including click-lock and peel-and-stick options.

Tile: Complex installation typically necessitates professional help due to the intricacies of tiling and grouting.

Vinyl: Relatively straightforward installation with DIY options, including glue-down and click-lock methods.

Maintenance and Cleaning 

Hardwood: Requires regular sweeping, vacuuming with a soft attachment, and occasional damp mopping. Spills should be cleaned promptly.

Laminate: Low maintenance with regular sweeping or vacuuming and occasional damp mopping.

Tile: Regular sweeping, mopping with mild cleaners, and grout maintenance to prevent staining.

Vinyl: Easily maintained with regular sweeping and occasional damp mopping.

Cost Analysis

Hardwood: High initial cost with moderate to high long-term expenses due to refinishing requirements.

Laminate: Moderate initial cost and low to moderate long-term expenses, providing good value for the price.

Tile: Moderate initial cost with varying long-term expenses based on maintenance and repairs.

Vinyl: Low to moderate initial cost and low long-term expenses, offering excellent value for budget-conscious homeowners.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect flooring for your home is a decision that goes beyond aesthetics it's a choice that affects your daily life, comfort, and the overall ambiance of your living spaces. Throughout this comprehensive comparison of flooring options, we've explored characteristics, benefits, and considerations of different floor types. Don't rush the decision-making process to find the perfect flooring. Take the time to research, explore showrooms, consult professionals, and gather samples to see how different options look and feel in your home. 

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Comparative Benefits of Epoxy vs. Other Flooring Materials

Index

1. Introduction

2. Cost Comparison: Epoxy vs. Carpet, Tile, Hardwood, Laminate, and LVP

3. Customization Options

4. Durability and Longevity

5. Benefits for Landlords

6. Maintenance and Upkeep

7. Flexibility for Future Changes

8. Aesthetic Appeal

9. Suitability for All Rooms

10. Conclusion

Introduction

Welcome to Darling Flooring’s blog! As the owner of Darling Flooring, I’m thrilled to share why epoxy flooring stands out as a superior choice compared to other common flooring options such as carpet, tile, hardwood, laminate, and luxury vinyl plank (LVP). Whether you’re a homeowner looking to enhance your space or a landlord seeking a practical solution for rental properties, understanding the benefits of epoxy flooring can help you make an informed decision. Let’s dive into the reasons why epoxy might be the perfect choice for your needs.

Cost Comparison: Epoxy vs. Carpet, Tile, Hardwood, Laminate, and LVP

When evaluating flooring options, cost is a crucial factor. Epoxy flooring is often more cost-effective compared to high-end materials like hardwood and extensive tile installations. Carpet may appear cheaper initially, but it requires frequent replacement and cleaning. Laminate and LVP are more affordable but can still fall short in durability compared to epoxy. Overall, while the upfront cost of epoxy may be slightly higher than budget-friendly options, its long-term durability and minimal maintenance needs offer excellent value.

Customization Options

Epoxy flooring offers unparalleled customization compared to traditional flooring systems. With epoxy, you can choose from a variety of colors, finishes, and textures to match your interior design perfectly. Whether you prefer a sleek, modern look or a more textured surface, epoxy can be tailored to fit your style. In contrast, carpet and laminate offer limited design choices, and tile patterns can be restrictive. Epoxy’s flexibility allows for a personalized touch that can enhance the aesthetic appeal of any space.

Durability and Longevity

Durability is one of the standout benefits of epoxy flooring. Unlike carpet, which wears out and stains easily, or hardwood, which can scratch and dent, epoxy provides a tough, long-lasting surface. It’s highly resistant to moisture, stains, and heavy impacts, making it ideal for high-traffic areas and environments prone to spills or heavy use. This level of durability means that epoxy can outlast most other flooring types, making it a wise investment for both residential and commercial spaces.

Benefits for Landlords

For landlords, epoxy flooring offers several advantages. Its durability and ease of maintenance make it a practical choice for rental properties. Epoxy floors are less likely to be damaged by tenants, and they are simple to clean between rentals. Additionally, the low maintenance requirements reduce the frequency of costly repairs and replacements. The long-lasting nature of epoxy ensures that landlords won’t need to replace flooring as often, making it a cost-effective option in the long run.

Maintenance and Upkeep

Epoxy flooring shines when it comes to maintenance. Unlike carpet, which traps dirt and requires regular cleaning, or tile, which can be difficult to grout and clean thoroughly, epoxy floors are incredibly easy to maintain. Regular sweeping and occasional mopping are typically sufficient to keep epoxy floors looking their best. This ease of upkeep contrasts sharply with the more demanding maintenance needs of hardwood and the grouting issues associated with tile.

Flexibility for Future Changes

One of the unique advantages of epoxy flooring is its ability to be covered with other flooring materials if you decide to change your home’s aesthetic. If you choose to install carpet, tile, or any other type of flooring over epoxy, it provides a solid, stable base. This flexibility allows homeowners to update their flooring style without having to remove the existing epoxy, saving money, time and effort.

Aesthetic Appeal

Epoxy flooring is known for its sleek, modern appeal. It can instantly elevate the look of any room with its shiny, smooth finish and customizable designs. Unlike traditional carpet or laminate, which may show wear and tear over time, epoxy maintains its new appearance for years. The reflective nature of epoxy can also brighten up spaces, adding a touch of contemporary elegance.

Suitability for All Rooms

Epoxy flooring excels in various environments, including high-moisture areas like kitchens, bathrooms, and garages. Its resistance to water and stains makes it ideal for these spaces, where other flooring options might struggle. Whether it’s dealing with spills in the kitchen or the demands of a busy bathroom, epoxy stands up to the challenge, offering both functionality and style.

Conclusion

In summary, epoxy flooring offers numerous benefits over traditional options like carpet, tile, hardwood, laminate, and LVP. From cost-effectiveness and customization to durability and low maintenance, epoxy is a versatile and practical choice for both homeowners and landlords. If you’re considering upgrading your flooring, I invite you to reach out to Darling Flooring. Let us help you explore how epoxy can enhance your space and meet your specific needs. Contact us today to see if epoxy flooring is the right fit for you!

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ENHA HYUNG LINE — IT’S LIKE SUPERNATURAL ! ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ — “𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥”

ᥫ᭡ P. fem!reader x hyung line. | W. fluff !! a lot of it! a few brief suggestive moments, riki, petnames, kissing ! mentions of showering together and yeah !! | WC. 3k+ | A,N. i’ve been in my soft girl hours for a really long time now so enjoy :D !!

IN WHICH..?! the hyung line realise exactly when they’re utterly and helplessly in love with you ! ♡

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ | feedback & reblogs r greatly appreciated :D ! enjoy & have a wonderful day / night <3

⋆.˚ 이희승 | VICTORY FOR YOU AND FOR ME.

✴︎ ۟   . | “that’s not how you’re supposed to fight him off!” heeseung jumped at the sudden raise in your voice from besides him when his character died again for the seventh time in the past twenty minutes. his fingers halting to a stop above the buttons atop his controller, “the villain is obviously going to hit you if you approach it from there!” you continued expressing your frustration while scooting closer to him on the couch.

heeseung remained silent as the confusion and stress from not winning this final level was making his head spin, he was wholeheartedly and absolutely done with this game that riki suggested to him with stupid claims of “i finished it in two hours!” and “it’s so easy you’re going to love it hyung!”

he shouldn’t have believed the younger. not when he spent two hours on the first three levels alone.

considering the fact that the previous game riki recommended him had a heart stopping jumpscare squeezed in it at the end (that resulted in him shrieking so loud that he woke you up from your nap which led him to be locked outside of your shared bedroom for the rest of the day), trusting riki should be the last option for heeseung when it comes to game recommendations.

“you’re supposed to use your weapon when he gets closer too, seungie.” you snickered while you began to move his little pixelated character correctly this time, the damage from the villain’s health bar showing immense progress in comparison to when the character was under heeseung’s control. heeseung’s eyes remained switching between your focused face and the screen that showed the merciless slashes of his character against the villain.

the satisfying sounds of you pressing on the buttons accompanied by the grunts of the characters echoed in the silent living room that welcomed the crimson and coral lights of the sunset atop its walls and floor, the same spread of colours reflected against your skin as well which inevitably threw heeseung in a trance.

you’ve always been beautiful in his eyes, yet at this moment you looked ethereal.

the soft glow of the screen changed with each praise after the successful hits on the villain, each colour reflected off of your eyes that appeared shinier than before, and heeseung knew he was done for when you subconsciously poked your tongue into your cheek engrossing yourself in complete concentration and focus on winning the final level for heeseung, unaware of the fact that he couldn’t care less about the game right now.

as if a spell had been casted on him, a witch that forced a bottle of love potion down his throat— heeseung was entirely enchanted. oblivious to the rapid beating of his heart against his chest, fighting with his ribcage to escape from his body that became aligned with countless goosebumps, chills and shivers running down his spine as his mind turned into a shimmering puddle of pure love.

so this was the love that he’s only been able to hear about? to see movies of and read stories about? was the universe finally granting him the privilege of finally falling against the soft clouds of devotion and love that transcended all limits, all tenses and all boundaries?

your squeal of victory brought him back into reality, his unanswered question lingered in the back of his mind while a gentle smile framed his face and softened eyes at the sight of you celebrating your win against the villain after watching heeseung’s multiple losses for the past hour.

“that’s how you win it, baby!” you beamed, turning around to face him with the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen, eyes shining in happiness that he vowed in that moment to always protect till his last breath, and he knew he needed no answer to his question anymore.

as you might have won the game, but heeseung won in life with you.

✧˖°. 박종성 | THE DIVINE ENCOUNTER.

❀ ݁ ˖ | the arcade has always been a space of comfort and safety for you, especially when you were accompanied by your dear lover.

jongseong who suggested an arcade date to you a few days ago after his schedule cleared up a bit now stood besides you under all the colorful and vibrant lights from around the arcade. one hand interlocked with yours while the other held on to the cotton candy he bought for you as your other hand was wrapped around the small cat plushie he won for you.

gift giving were for sure one of jongseong’s love language.

you nuzzled closer into the fur of the plushie when a sudden wave of wind breezed by you gently, sending slight shivers down your body that were noticed by jongseong.

“do you need my sweater, my love?” he asked as if he didn’t already have his jacket draped over your shoulders, his hand then separated from yours to grip onto the hem of his sweatshirt before you quickly stopped him, “there’s no need jongie.” your hand lowered to interlace with his again when he started to protest again.

“but if you fe—” “noona!”both of your heads snapped in search of the sound, the cry of a young boy who sniffled once your eyes lowered to land on his shaking form, tears springing from his eyes and streaming down his face with countless other droplets separating from his jaw onto the ground, one hand holding a bright green coloured balloon while the other rubbed his glossy eyes.

before jongseong could even process the sight of the weeping child, you were already lowered on your knees with your hands carefully reaching towards the distressed boy who seemed to hiccup before jumping between your arms, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” you whispered to the child who clung onto your arms with complete safety, thankful for following his instincts that led him to you once his parents disappeared from his sight.

“i l-lost-” the boy inhaled shaky breaths, a new rush of tears falling down his flushed face as he tried to speak and utter the words that made his tiny little hands tighten their hold on you, “i lost my p-parents.” he sobbed before burying his face into your neck, his ballon long forgotten from his hold that now gripped onto jongseong’s jacket on your shoulder.

jongseong, who stood a few feet away from you remained frozen at the unexpected turn of events, though he was able to capture the floating balloon before it ascended into the sky, yet his focus was still glued on your calm and comforting demeanour that attempted to pacify the crying boy.

he felt himself falling in love further the more you whispered comforting words to him, if that was even possible with the amount of love he already held in his heart for you. it suddenly felt like none of it was able to fit in his heart anymore.

“hey… hey it’s okay, where did you last see them?” he finally came back to his senses and walked to stand in front of your figure that now carried the boy who snuggled closer to you, his hand moved upwards to tenderly caress the child’s back to reassure him of his safety, “i can’t r-remember” he stuttered further.

your concerned eyes found jongseong’s own anxious ones, the twist and spiral of each emotion in your gaze made his heart leap into his throat, the evident protectiveness and instinctual need to hide the child in your arms made jongseong’s entire perspective change in a few seconds.

your clear love and display of affection for him intensified jongseong’s adoration for you, previous questions and doubts about your relationship that he wanted to prolong till his last breath were all washed away in an instant. especially his concern over whether or not your thoughts and goals in your love life aligned with his.

now his biggest dream and desire to start a family with you didn’t seem impossible in his eyes, it actually seemed perfect for him.

“it’s okay little one, we’ll find your parents in no time.” you reassured, voice lowering to a mere excited whisper to travel to the boy’s ear that seemed to visibly melt in your hold at your words, he nodded at you once he lifted his face from your neck. the sight of his wet face instantly made your eyebrows furrow, you quickly turned towards jongseong who was now staring at the interaction between you two with the widest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.

“what?” you chuckled at his gentle eyes that gazed at you and the kid with fondness, almost appearing like they were yearning for the scene in front of him which made your head spin before you cleared your throat. “nothing..” he quickly shook his head, lowering his head while his smile widened, “could you please pass me a tissue from my bag?” you asked with an adorable pitch in your voice that made jongseong stifle a laugh as he extended his arm to give you the said item.

no words could describe how thankful he was for the random appearance of this kid that allowed him to see a different side of you, one that he wasn’t sure he’ll ever be able to get enough of.

‧₊˚ ⋅ 심재윤 | A SIGHT OF HEAVEN.

⟡₊⋆∘ | “the recipe says to add one cup of cho—” you were cut off by jaeyun’s flour covered finger that swiped the said powder on your cheek with some particles even gracefully falling atop your black shirt that you wore beneath your apron in the middle of the kitchen.

where jaeyun expressed his undying hunger for the cookies he claimed only you were able to make, to which you agreed on baking if he helped you in creating the delicious cookies.

and how you wished you hadn’t asked him to join you. because a few minutes after that first swipe of flour followed by jaeyun bursting into laughter you found yourself on the kitchen floor with him on top of you, both of you covered in atleast one bag worth of flour that tangled its way into your hair strands and your outfits, but atleast you were too busy giggling to pay attention to the mess that will require atleast an hour of cleaning.

in fact, the mess and the abandoned bowl of cookie batter was the last thought in your mind as jaeyun kept you in his hold against the floor, lips attached onto your neck to suck noisily at your sensitive spots just to hear your cheerful giggles at his touches.

“jaeyu— baby please, we need to clean up.” you were barely able to get your words past your lips with his continuous kissing that was now accompanied by his hands tickling your sides seemingly tired from resting on your waist, then after a few more soft kicks and complains from you, jaeyun finally lifted himself off.

allowing you to take in the sight of his questionable appearance, his eyes raked through your flour covered hair and the random spots that were also tainted with faint lines of melted chocolate, the two of you grinned at the other’s ridiculous appearance one final time before jaeyun helped you up from the kitchen floor and pulled (basically dragged you) to the bathroom.

chuckles and sweet whispers of love were exchanged between the bathroom walls as the two of you helped each other in undressing from the dirty clothes, bathing under the yellow shades of the sun that were welcomed from your window, a comfortable atmosphere taking place as you both stepped under the warm water with jaeyun’s hands instantly finding their home around your waist, he pulled you closer to him just enough to connect his lips to yours.

the feeling of you practically melting in his hold at the connection of his pillowy lips with yours made his heart thunder between his ribs, fingers tightening around your skin as he leaned back against the wall in hopes of grounding himself while you dizzingly deepened the kiss that made his head spin.

it was your simple head tilt to the side, the combination of the kiss deepening along with your tongue sneakily teasing his lower lip were enough to make jaeyun’s knees buckle, he was absolutely gone.

your hands then moved to rest against his shoulder blades, fingers gently tapping against his skin that warmed further under your touch than the hot water, and when you pulled away to squeeze in a short breath of air into your lungs his lips continued to chase after yours, eyes closed as he completely immersed himself in the feeling of you against him, drowning himself in your presence entirely.

and once the two of you finally separated after what felt like an eternity, jaeyun’s eyes were only open halfway. the sight of your lips tinted in a pretty cherry shade was enough to make him smile, unaware of the fact that his looked just as swollen as yours, and god jaeyun wasn’t prepared to open his eyes fully to take in the view of you.

he felt countless butterflies dancing happily in his stomach when his eyes connected with yours, your soft smile that graced your face for him only, your eyes that were decorated with wet lashes that held onto tiny droplets of water that appeared like crystals around your irises, pools that were filled to the brim with love so so much love for him only. the longer you looked up at him with so much adoration the more jaeyun felt his heart fluttering in his body.

he knew he was done for when he noticed the wide smile that stretched on his face in the glossy reflection of your eyes, never has he in his entire life felt himself so full with love.

but he couldn’t question himself for feeling like this either, not when the sun casted a golden light on you that made you appear as you were a piece of heaven itself that fell into the soft palms of his hands, not when you appeared like the reincarnation of all angels above, crafted with the utmost amount of love, purity and beauty.

in that moment, jaeyun couldn’t help but thank all heavens and universes that were skies higher than him for allowing his path to tangle with yours. as he’ll never ever dare to even think about unraveling your destinies.

⊹₊ ⋆ 박성훈 | MY BABY GLOWS FOR ME !

⋆⑅˚₊ | sunghoon has always longed for a love that he would allow himself to get fully lost in. to feel like he was walking between radiant flower fields, ones where he felt the petals gently grazing his skin while the clouds looked lower than usual above him, a love that cradled his lonely spirit and allowed him to travel it’s depths freely.

such love lived in his head for a time longer than he’d like. this desire of his seemed impossible to achieve in the beginning, he felt as if his wish was nonexistent, unavailable for him to even pursue.

but he wasn’t unfamiliar with taking risks either, he never feared away from dates and other potential relationships that had no promises of granting him his wishes regarding an eternal love. luckily enough for him, he thankfully never got too attached to anyone previously. it was as if his heart knew that this wasn’t what he was searching for.

so when the time for separation, the declarations of the failure of the relationship arrived, sunghoon didn’t feel too affected.

because if there was one thing that came to par with his incessant need to devote himself for a love for the rest of his life, it had to be his determined search and belief that somewhere in this small world, his other half that will engulf his heart in their arms existed.

and at this current moment, he couldn’t have been more thankful for his decisions. as his persistent search had paid off in the end. his belief and determination finally led him to you, who was sleeping soundly besides him beneath the fluffy blankets that enveloped your body.

he pushed himself closer to you, his bare chest pressing against your back. the events of yesterday came rushing back to his head, the remembrance of the intimate moments that were filled with blooming love and hushed whispers between only the two of you made warmth creep into his body, the adorable redness settling in his ears and cheeks which led him to bury his face into your neck.

his fingers brushed against your bare skin, gentle strokes that he hoped conveyed the affection he carried for you, the tip of his middle finger travelled from your waist to your hip, the movement causing you to stir in your sleep while your deep breathes gradually turned lighter, indicating your awakening to sunghoon who subconsciously held his breath in anticipation.

“hoon?” you whispered, voice still laced with sleep as you turned around to face him, unaware of the way sunghoon’s breath got knocked out from his lungs the second he got to see you in all of your morning glory. god how was it even possible for you to look more beautiful?

“yes, love?” he whispered back while his eyes studied your features that gazed at him tenderly, your presence completely took over his senses in that moment. all he could smell was the sweet aroma of your hair, he felt your soft skin beneath his finger tips, heard your quite whispers and voice that lulled his heart to fall deeper in love with you, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

allowing you to take over his focus, his vision and his whole being. especially now that you appeared like you were practically glowing in his arms, “you’re glowing baby, enjoyed last night a bit too much?” he chuckled when your cheeks visibly reddened at his words before you buried your head in his neck with a harmless pinch to his bicep that wrapped around you. “you’re acting like i was the only one that enjoyed it.” his fingers that were drawing small shapes and patterns on your skin came to a halt at your words.

“oh believe me when i tell you that i loved last night”his hand reached lower to pinch you back on your hip before he laughed at the shocked squeal from around his neck, his heart bursting with more love as you nuzzled yourself closer to him, wishing to have owned the ability to pause time forever in this moment.

as sunghoon didn’t mind to bath in your love and your glow for eternity.

♡ — hope u enjoyed !! :D big thanks to ariana for releasing supernatural & to boys world for having such adorable and love-radiating songs for inspiring me to write this <3

[paranoiastudio]

Would you fuck me, Art?

pairing: Art Donaldson х f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, p in v, cheat?

word count: 1,4k

English is not my first language, sorry about mistakes

- Would you fuck me, Art? - You ask point-blank, causing Art to choke on his drink. - If it weren't for Patrick, would you have fucked me?

This conversation should not have happened. You didn’t want to go to this party, but you forced yourself to come. You didn’t want to discuss your relationship with anyone, but Art knew about your last fight with Patrick and approached you himself.

And now, after three bottles of beer and a sincere conversation, you find yourself asking a similar question and understand that stopping now is not an option.

You looked at Art so intently, so alluringly, that he simply could not lie to you. And he decided not to lie, finally admitting how much he was attracted to his friend’s girl.

- I would fuck you right now if you asked. - Art whispers this on your lips.

The air around you becomes heavier every second, you feel the familiar heat in your lower abdomen and lick your lips, only attracting the attention of the man’s gaze to you.

- Would you fuck me?

- Yes. - You answer, perhaps, too quickly.

- If it weren't for Patrick, that's right?

- No. I... I would fuck you now, right here... If you asked me.

Your words seem to have broken Art Donaldson. He looks at you silently, thinking about what he heard. He should leave right now: you're his friend's girlfriend, you're a little drunk and upset, you can make mistakes.

But you still look at him, just five minutes ago you said that you were tired of Patrick and wanted to change something. Does this mean you're leaving Patrick?

- Ask me, Art... - Everything except you loses the sound. How can he refuse you? Art has wanted you, you was so close and yet so far away.

Art is a strong man, with a well-trained will, but even he is now ready to break. All he wants now is to be close to you and he doesn't care about the consequences.

- Let's go. - You accept his hand without objection and follow the guy, noting how soft his skin is. Patrick's hands were heavy and hard, Art's were not like that. Having pushed away this comparison, you turn to the crowd, no one seems to care that you are going up to the second floor.

- Whose room is this? - You lean your back on the door, Art leans towards you, otherwise your whisper would not be able to be heard.

- Guest room. Did you lock it?

You pull the handle twice, wanting to check for sure. After making sure that you won’t be disturbed, I quickly take off my shoes, embarrassed to wear shoes in someone else’s house, and sit down next to Art.

- Are you sure? - Art wanted to know for sure, he had to make sure that you really wanted this.

- More than. And you?

- And I. Can I kiss you? - You push back a strand of hair from your forehead and nod, submitting to the tennis player’s touch. Art kisses your neck, his open mouth exploring your hot skin and his hand squeezing your bare knee, not going any further.

- Don't be afraid, I don't bite painfully. - You giggle, seeing only tenderness and affection in Art’s eyes, not a hint of mockery or playfulness, as was often the case with Patrick.

- I’ll be ready to endure even if you take a bite out of me. - Art strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You reach for the next kiss and lightly bite the man’s lip, trying to force him to open his mouth. Art's tongue is very warm and tastes like a mixture of cider and something bitter. He glides weightlessly, pulling you into a long and affectionate kiss and you move easily, feeling his tenderness embrace you.

- I’ve always wanted you... - Art rests his forehead on your shoulder and runs his nose along your skin. - Patrick just... Damn.

- Hey... - You lift Art’s face by the chin. - He's not here, you know? Patrick is an asshole and we both know it. Looks like I picked the wrong guy...

You push Art onto the bed and sit on top of him. The mention of your arrogant and stubborn boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) made you angry and added courage.

- We don't talk about Patrick anymore, okay? - Art nods, watching you in fascination. - Fine. Now touch me.

You begin to pull off Art’s shirt, your hips rise and the man immediately puts his hands on your legs, stroking the skin and rising higher and higher.

- I don’t think we’ll need that. - You unbutton the tennis player’s light trousers and pull them down along with your underwear just enough to free half-erect cock.

- I... Please. - Art whines underneath you, which can’t help but make you grin, you haven’t even touched him yet. - Please, I want it so much...

You take the penis in your hand and make a few slow movements. The soft skin pleasantly rubs against your hand, with your other hand you would grab Art’s balls, he almost jumps on the bed and shamelessly moves his hips towards you.

- My poor baby... - You coo over the already hard member and lubricate the droplets from the red tip with excitement. - No one has touched you for a long time, right?

Art looks at you pleadingly, he is ready to ask, beg you, but you yourself are already on the verge and won’t be able to tease him for long. Especially when Art gets his finger under the hem of your underwear...

- Oh shit! - You stop all actions, and, lifting up your dress, you move your underwear and push yourself onto Ard Donaldson’s dick.

- God! - He opens his eyes wide and squeezes your hips so hard that you are sure that the dress was torn.

- You're so big... - You didn't lie, Art's dick isn't as long as Patrick's, but his girth stretches you out much better. - So good, Art.

A man bites his lip when he hears his name from your lips, it is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. You both breathe heavily, getting used to the feeling of complete intimacy, you suddenly realize that you are not using a condom (if you believe Patrick’s stories, Art has never been with anyone at all).

You wiggle your hips, smiling predatorily at another hoarse moan, you always liked men who were not shy about the fact that they were receiving pleasure, and Art, with his heightened sensitivity, was just like that.

You lower your hot palms onto his chest, play with the short blond hairs and lean on him, starting to lift your hips.

Art huffs and whines beneath you, his strong hands gripping the blanket until his skin turns white. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, trying not to close his eyes from the pleasure that you and your beautiful velvet pussy give him, which hugs him so tightly that you want to howl.

- I feel you so deeply... - You push back the unruly hair from your face and smile, it was always nice to be filled, especially with Art. With him you feel a certain exclusivity; he seemed to be in inhuman bliss.

- Please, I... Damn! - Art sharply raises his hips and you hear a loud slap with which your bodies met.

- Touch me. - Art immediately slides his hand between your bodies and rubs your clitoris with his thumb. You spread your legs wider so he can see exactly how he slides in and out of you. - It’s so nice, Art.

His name sounds like a song from your lips and Art moves his hands to your waist, helping you move faster. He feels his own dick twitching and tries not to cum at the moment when you squeeze him especially tightly.

- I'm going to cum. - Your voice trembles and you moan, throwing your head back. - Do not stop...

Art continues to move inside you, cumming profusely and swallowing all his sounds, wanting to listen to your delicious sighs longer. You feel a mixture of your secretions flowing out of you, you feel how Art becomes softer inside you. You feel like you did everything right.

- I think we need to call Patrick. - You're breaking the "We don't talk about Patrick anymore" rule. - I'll take my things.

- I will help you. - Art gently traces circles on the skin of your thighs, the fact that you were still connected did not bother either of you. - I have plenty of space at home.

[nsharks]

I BEG OF YOU MORE READER WITH SOAP (with months old baby because she gave birth already) , i feel like they would be besties, like ghost is at the back looking like a literal bodyguard while reader and soap are gossiping and cooing at the baby

"uncle johnny"

aka soap and ghost stay at your home for the night. previous dad!ghost here and here

Soap never imagined he’d see the inside of your home again.

Since the incident at the base, Ghost had begrudgingly offered little pieces of information whenever Soap or Gaz pried about it. (Secret’s out of the bag, Soap thought. Might as well.)

You’d had a baby girl.

Your son was off to preschool now.

That’s all Soap knew.

Until a mission nearby at a cargo facility ends with them spotted by cartel (fuck knows how). A barrage of gunfire. A shot tire. They don’t make it very far in the Humvee until they’re debating their options, knowing full well that the base was 40 fucking kilometers away—

“Wait,” Soap pauses, a glint in his eyes. “Don’ you live around here, Lt?”

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

It would be silly of Soap to assume your pretty face would be greeting them at the door.

The lights are off, the entire Riley family fast asleep as Ghost finds the hidden spare key to let them in.

“Take your boots off before you’re in,” Ghost whispers harshly, already kicking off his own. He doesn’t seem all too pleased with this idea nor the fact that neither of them had a better one. “Don’t wake them up.”

They line their boots at the door, next to a pair of little purple ones that seem made for a doll in comparison. They shuck off their vests, the gear, all the ammo; carefully set those things in a haphazard pile. Ghost grabs his own gun and then flickers his eyes to Soap.

“Give me it,” he mutters.

While Ghost pads off to some other room, a closet to hide the guns in perhaps, Soap is left standing by the door. In his socks. In the dark of your home.

Noticing the toys and playmat on the floor, he’s wondering about how you manage with two by yourself when the silence is suddenly broken.

Splintered by crying.

Loud enough to carry from your daughter’s nursery.

He closes his eyes. Pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe it’ll stop before—

Ghost’s heavy footsteps return and he’s glowering at him as if he’s spoiled a mission, gotten someone killed even. In a snarling, hushed voice, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Fuckin’ hell, Soap. Do you know how to be quiet?”

“Me? You’re the one stompin’ around—“

There’s a flicker of light now from down the hall. Shuffling around in one of the rooms. It causes Ghost to hiss out some more swears and then the rest plays out as a blur in Soap’s eyes. Ghost tries to clemently approach the bedroom, so as to not frighten you, but what he doesn’t know yet is you’ve already grabbed something from under your pillow. You’ve slipped out of the room and the shadow of you raises a defensive arm. Hand tightened around—Soap squints— a bloody knife, is it?

But, then, “Christ, love. It’s just me.”

A wave of relief. Your hand drops.

“Oh my god… Simon.” With a hard swallow, your moment of panic fades and you lurch into Ghost. Can’t help it, really. Even now, with your daughter crying and his bulky uniform smelling like sulfur and kerosene, you embrace him.

Soap tries not to watch from down the hall.

Breathing hard into his chest, “You scared me. Why are you here?”

“Needed a place for the night,” is the explanation he gives. A gloved hand settles just above your bum: bloodied, skeletal digits against a silk nightdress. The other hand— gently taking away that knife of yours. “Didn’t mean to wake you both. It was Johnny’s fault.”

And you’re pulling away from his chest only to furrow your brows. “Johnny?” Glancing around the hall, you finally catch sight of the other uniform-clad intruder in your home.

He gives a small wave

Your tired eyes light up. “Johnny! Oh… forgive me for being rude. I didn’t even see you there.”

“Sorry for wakin’ you,” Soap rubs the back of his neck. (Though, he knows for sure it was Ghost’s fault.)

Soap can’t say he is too sorry you’re awake because you are by far a kinder host than your husband. Even in your groggy state, you usher Soap to clean up in the bathroom with the promise of a comfy bed when he’s done. Then, you’re off to finally comfort the baby. Bouncing her against your chest as you direct your husband on how to fix up the guest room for Soap because you rarely have guests over and—

“Simon, give him some of your clothes to sleep in.”

To Soap’s amusement, Ghost follows your orders without hesitation (though, slips a few incoherent mumbles under his breath).

And although he sees your daughter in your arms, has heard her cries, Soap doesn't truly witness the tenderness of your little family until the morning.

The morning— stretched out on purpose.

Because, as Soap hears Ghost murmur to you, they don't really need to leave right away.

It's a domestic glimpse into the Lieutenant's other life that Soap witnesses. Ghost is already awake when he groggily slips out of the guest room that morning, having just had the best sleep in weeks and dressed in his teammate's clothes that are, perhaps, a little too big for him. He pads down the hallway. There are little coos and small footsteps and Soap realizes it's not just Ghost in the kitchen, but the whole family.

All four of you.

A toddler padding around in a onesie covered in trains (his current fascination).

Your daughter bright-eyed and calm against her unmasked father's chest. Snug in a carrier and visibly content with being attached to him as he makes breakfast.

And then you, given a break for this rare moment, hands slipped around a mug of coffee.

Soap thinks this is the strangest safe house he's woken up in.

Strange, but equally pleasant. Your son is the first one to spot the Sergeant, waddling over to him and tugging on the pair of sweats he's borrowed from your husband. And then you’re the second one, immediately slipping into nurturing hospitality as you usher him to sit down for breakfast.

Any prickliness in his Lieutenant is gone whenever he's interacting with his family. He dotes on you, just like Soap has witnessed before. But for this morning, he also witnesses how he dotes on your children. Offering them patience that Soap is rarely on the receiving end of. He cups your daughter's little head and periodically drops kisses on the top of her hair as he weaves around the kitchen. He merely tuts at your son when he tries bouncing a ball against the cabinets— take that to the living room, kid.

It's such a nice change from their usual blood-soaked routine that even Soap feels the pain of leaving it behind.

But breakfast can only draw out for so long, and soon Ghost is handing the baby back to you.

A quiet, "Do you have to?"

Though, you know that not even nuzzling your face to his neck will change the answer.

The two of them slip into the uniforms they came in. Shuck on the gear, the ammo, their boots (for your husband, a skull mask). You linger around with just your morning robe on, chewing at your lip and cradling your baby tightly as if her little hugs and kisses will be enough to supplement the impending absence of Simon's.

"It was nice to see you again," you're telling Soap when Ghost stalks off to get their guns. Voice soft but with a detectable sorrow in it.

Soap offers you a smile. "Thank you for havin' me in your home." And then, he coos at the baby, "Beautiful lass, you've got. Ghost is a lucky man."

"Would you like to hold her?" Your eyes are beaming at him now, and you shift the infant in your arms and utter to her, "Come on, sweet pea. Say goodbye to Uncle Johnny."

And Soap can't say no to that. Flushing, he takes the little girl from you and holds her, carefully, working around all his gear. He's got nephews and nieces but never has he melted quite like this, staring at an infant who's got the eyes of his Lieutenant and a soft romper on. She feels so delicate in his arms.

This is how Ghost finds you two.

By the front door, Soap holding his daughter and exchanging little murmurs with you.

"I hope Simon isn't mean to you. I know he can be a bit grumpy."

"Eh, he's all bark, no bite. Bit of a softie really, isn't he?"

"He tells me about you more than the others."

"Does he, now?"

A hulking man carrying two rifles stands there, just listening for a moment until you notice him. Irritated, maybe, but it washes away once you are giving him a final hug and peppering sweet kisses over the hard shell of his mask.

Then, a hug to his son (be good to your mum, bug). A nuzzle to his daughter, who Soap carefully hands to him.

"Guess I'm Uncle Johnny now,” the Sergeant comments cheekily after they've left and begun their journey back to base.

But the doting version of his Lieutenant is gone and all he earns is a grunt in response.

[ada7201]

Ok first time requesting for a bl x reader but anyways, can we get some crushing hcs for kaisher (him having a crush on reader) and any other character you'd like

Btw you know what kind of person Michael reminds me of when having a crush? He is the kind of person that doesn't know how to get his crushes attention so he resorts to annoying them and teasing the hell out of them just so their attention will be on HIM!

Anyways adore your writing! Have a wonderful day or night and don't forget to hydrate!

thank you! this idea is so cute, i love kaiser and i completely agree with you. he is totally that type of person!

the blue lock boys crushing on you (´ε｀ )

Kaiser, Reo, Bachira, Rin x reader < hcs >

please don’t to request any ideas you have, everyone ♡

Michael Kaiser

i feel like at first he’d think he hates you, but then overtime he realises, no, he doesn’t hate you - he hates the fact he loves you.

learnt to not hate that though, and embraced his emotions! (in his own way…)

HE DEFINITELY DOES THE HAND COMPARISON

instead of trying to win you over with happy smiles and kind gestures, he chose the other option

to annoy you.

i’ve got a list of things he does to be irritating (it’s his way of flirting)

when you’re walking through a doorway, he pushes your back a little

if you have long or medium length hair, he pulls on it (a bit gently) but can also work if you have shorter hair!

steps on the back of your shoes

if he ever catches you sleeping, he either licks your ear, blows on it or whispers something into your ear

pinches the nape of your neck

if you’re wearing a hair tie on your wrist, he pulls on it so it snaps back onto your skin (ouch!)

he also shows off a LOT

as much as we wants to annoy you, there are rare moments where he’s serious about his feelings

“what do you mean, you’re going on a date?” Kaiser asks, almost offended at your statement. he was sat down comfortably on the couch in your apartment, arms draped over the back. his head was turned to you, a frown on his lips as his eyebrows furrowed.

“i’m going out to a restaurant with someone.” you say simply, fixing your hair as you looked in the mirror. “a date, Michael. i’m sure you know what that is.”

“of course i know what a date is. what i’m saying is, why?” he asks, standing up from the couch and turning his body towards you.

“because he asked me out, and he’s cute.” you respond with a scoff, eyeing him.

“cuter than me?” Kaiser asks, folding his arms and tapping his foot against the floor of your living room.

your eyes widened as you turned to him. “what?” you ask, breathily.

“i said, is he cuter than me?” Kaiser repeats himself, eyebrows slanting angrily as his frown deepened.

“i mean, i guess so—“

“don’t finish that!” Kaiser would squeal, before rushing over to you with a pout on his lips.

was very offended that you thought the other man was cuter.

he literally begged you not to go

he ended up confessing afterwards and yay!! you guys got together!

Reo Mikage

acts of service!

i honestly think his crush would start off small, then got bigger and bigger the more time he spent with you!

he definitely became your “secret admirer” because he finds it cute to watch your reactions

he also likes listening to you try and figure out who it was

he’s the type of guy to slip a love letter into your bag, oh, i wonder who gave you that!

he’s a real gentleman!

opens the door for you, ties your shoe laces, ties your hair up if you need it

things like that, you know?

if he ever hears you talking about wanting something, it’s already wrapped up and sent to your doorstep!

playfully flirts either me, if you get what i mean

he’s a bit like kaiser, but a bit more silly

like he taps your shoulder then looks away

he’s definitely one of those “flirty” friends

like Kaiser, he does the hand side comparison thing!

i think that Nagi was the one to actually reveal that Reo like you

and it was a complete accident too!

you and Nagi were both sat down on Reo’s couch, tapping away at your phones as you played whatever game Nagi chose.

“y/n, you’re such a hassle. why are so good at this game?” Nagi would mumble, eyebrows furrowing curiously as he tapped a little harder on the screen. “honestly, i don’t even get why Reo likes you.” he pouted.

“what—?” your eyes widen as you quickly snapped your head in Nagi’s direction. “Reo what?”

“he likes you.” Nagi says, before pausing. “oh, just forget i said that.” he adds, before going back to playing the game on his phone.

“he likes me?!” you ask, hands reaching out to hold onto Nagi’s shoulders and shake him.

“you lost the game, by the way.” Nagi would state, ignoring your question.

he had promised not to tell you that, oops.

“who likes you?” Reo would call out from the doorway, a smirk on his face.

Nagi looked over to you, sending a slight glare as if to say “don’t you dare tell him”

“does someone like my y/n?” Reo chuckled, walking over to the couch where you and Nagi sat before draping his arms over the two of you.

your cheeks got warmer as you felt his touch. did he really like you back?

Reo was very upset to hear that Nagi outed him

until you said you like him back!

Bachira Meguru

he talks to you a little more than he would to anyone else, so let’s hope you’re a good listener!

asks you to go places with him all the time

in his head, it’s a date

very touchy with you, unless you’re not comfortable with it

what i mean by touchy, is like hugs, holding your arm, an arm around your shoulder, and other things

gives you flowers that he picks up from the grass

he also gives you little things that he finds

like buttons, rocks, pencils and things like that

he says he likes you a lot of times, but it always sounds like a joke so you never really take it seriously

so when he was serious with you, and said that he actually does like you, it was pretty surprising!

“y/n.” he says, face morphing into a serious expression. it was honestly a little scary - seeing Bachira without a smile on his face.

“uh - yeah?” you ask, heartbeat quickening slightly.

“i like you.” he announces, straightening his posture sad his eyes bore into yours.

“i - I know.” you respond, a bit nervously as you watched him lean a little closer to you.

“and how do you feel about me?” he inquires, unable to hide the smile that’s creeping onto his face. “do you like me back, y/n?”

he watched you nod, and that’s all he needed as confirmation to giggle and pull you in for a hug.

he wouldn’t let go of you after that!

he then showed you all the “love letters” if you can even call them that… he wrote for you

Itoshi Rin

a bit clingy with you

like, he constantly feels the need to stand and sit close to you

i feel like he’d also send you some little gifts anonymously, but for a different reason than Reo

he’s a secret admirer because he’s a bit too nervous to give it to you in person

he’s way more patient with you than he is with others

he also talks to you more than others!

always asks you to watch him play soccer and “rate” his skills or whatever (he wants to show off)

he secretly takes photos of you and looks at them in his free time, because you’re just so cute!

gets a little (a lot) jealous

then he’s a bit sulky for a bit

he almost confessed his feelings to you sooo many times then realised what he was gonna do.

when he finally did confess, i feel like it was when

the two of you were both sat down on a park bench, soaking in the silence as the moon shone above both of you.

you were busy looking out at the park, admiring the scenery and smiling at the little kids who were begging their parents to let them stay at the playground or a JIST a little bit longer!

but Rin was looking straight at your face. he couldn’t help it, the moonlight just framed your face perfectly; and your smile was the most precious thing he had ever seen in his life. he made a silent promise to himself to always protect it.

it was only when you turned to face him that he realised he had been staring at you for a full 10 minutes.

“Rin?” you ask, chuckling lightly at his startled expression. his mouth was slightly agape, and his eyes were a bit wide, innocent, almost.

“i-“ he stuttered a bit, bashing his head mentally afterwards. “i like you.” he said.

his eyes widened further, along with yours at the statement.

“what?” you manage to squeak out.

it was too late to go back now, Rin thinks to himself.

“i like you.” he confesses, before looking down shamefully. “sorry.”

“why are you sorry?” you smile. “that’s a good thing! i like you too, Rinnie.”

“you—?” he was shocked. “you like me back?”

“yep!”

he was extremely flustered afterwards, cute! >_<

[blackleatherjacketz]

Shadow and Sin: Chapter 5

Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Having just moved to New Orleans, you get intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they are until it's too late.

This Chapter: You wrap things up with Elijah and reflect on your situation before Klaus invites you over for a private mentoring session.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Kissing, Dancing, Painting, Brush Play, Groping, Nipple Play, Light Masochism, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Neck Kissing/Licking, Female Orgasm, Power Imbalance

Word Count: 2.8k+

Read the rest of the story HERE

You spent the next few hours with Elijah that night, allowing yourself to feel worthy enough to take his hand and follow him out onto the dance floor. He took you back in time to the sounds of Cab Calloway and Ella Fitzgerald as the rest of the world faded into a blurry whirl around you. His strong hands grasped at your waist and fingers with such ease as he drew you in closer, you got the feeling that you were always meant to be held by him as that delicate grin idly spread across his lips.

For the very first time in your life, you finally felt the way society had born and bred you to feel around a man, the butterflies in your stomach insisting on lifting you all the way up to the ceiling if he weren’t there to anchor you to the floor. You could hear trumpets in the background, barely audible over the loud thumping of your heart as his hand slithered up your lower back, pressing your heaving chest against his before tilting your torso down in a dramatic dip. Instinctively, your arm reached up and wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as the music sped up, his lips grazing over yours. Your halted breath nearly made you see stars, his teasing mouth driving you wild as it mapped its way across your chin and jawline, forcing you to turn your cheek toward his.

He’d quickly straightened your spine back to a standing position, keeping the distance, or lack thereof, between you as your body trembled against his. All thoughts of Klaus had been pushed to the back of your mind as his freshly shaven face brushed against yours, turning toward you until his lips finally tasted the flavor of your desire for him. The kiss was chaste at first, slowly deepening as he held you tighter, his fingers pressed snugly between your shoulder blades to keep you from depriving him of what he wanted all along, of what you both always knew you wanted from each other.

The night, however, had ended shortly after that, Elijah claiming that he was a gentleman who wanted to take his time getting to know you as those butterflies were slow to calm their wings. He had given you his number so he ‘didn’t have to stalk you anymore’ and called you an Uber to safely drive you home. You fell asleep that night secretly hoping that he wasn’t going to be the one to get bored of you before disappearing into thin air.

———————-

A text from Klaus wakes you from your slumber mid morning, telling you to meet him at his studio around eight o’clock tonight, and to be ready to paint. Shit, you’d nearly forgotten about Klaus! You sit up and run a hurried hand through your hair, squinting at your phone to make sure Elijah hadn’t texted you after you told him that you’d gotten home safe, but he hadn’t. This is all starting to get a bit more twisted than you’d anticipated, a small sense of guilt climbing its way into your chest before you take a deep breath and force it out of your system.

Wait a minute, how many men have dated multiple women at the same time until they were sure which one they wanted a relationship with? And even then, how many of them did they keep on the back burner ‘just in case’? How many of them had lied in the process, leading them on until it was too late, or let them believe that they were something more than what they actually were? In comparison to their tactics, you aren’t doing anything vile or deceitful, you’re just… keeping your options open until you know how you feel. You aren’t even exclusive with either one of them just yet.

With all that in mind, you get dressed and go about your day, eventually driving over to the address Klaus had sent you, hoping your session with him tonight could make things a little clearer. With a bag full of paint and brushes on your shoulder, you reluctantly knock on the door of the industrial looking building he’d claimed as his studio.

“I do hope my little protégé is well rested after her rounds at the hospital.” Klaus greets you in a black Henley, streaks of green paint slowly drying on his knuckles as he holds up a glass of wine for you to take. He must have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“Well, not all of us are lucky enough to benefit from generational wealth.” You defend yourself, taking the glass of wine from him and following him inside the open concept studio.

Its ceilings are rather high for it being on the first floor, the windows taking up most of the east side as it offers a beautifully vast view of the river and the glittering city skyline. Composed mostly of exposed brick and steel piping with chipped paint, this isn’t exactly what you had pictured for someone like him, but you can’t imagine what you would have dreamed up in its place. “Wow, this place is amazing. You live here?”

“Oh no, this is just a studio I rent to get away from the unceasingly tiresome dramatics of my family.” He walks you past a few paintings of his own, beautifully emotive pieces of different styles stacked on tables and chairs, even a few scattered across the floor. It seems that painting for him is a necessity, a constant itch that he has to scratch in order to keep himself from going mad.

“Your family?” Oh god, is he married? Are you the other woman? You quickly glance down at his ring finger, relieved to find it devoid of any jewelry.

“My siblings, love.” He looks back and winks at you, easing your mind as if he already knew where it was going. “The lot of us still manage to get under each other's skin while living under the same roof, so I’ve had to result to this… barbaric hideaway in order to get any peace and quiet for my work.”

You roll your eyes as he calls this expensive piece of real estate barbaric, secretly glad that you didn’t invite him over to your place to paint. You wonder what eloquent and deeply offensive adjectives he’d throw your way when he saw the tiny corner of your apartment that you painted in, or all of your hand-me-down furniture.

“Well, I like it.” You tell him before taking a sip of your wine.

“Imagine my relief.” He jokes, stopping in front of a blank canvas mounted on an easel as he grabs a half-full wine glass that had been warming on the table next to it. “Now tell me, what gets a woman like you in the mood to paint? What inspires my little Frida Kahlo to create the bold masterpieces I’ve seen? With all that anger brewing inside you, I imagine it doesn’t take much.” He downs his drink and sets it back down where he found it. “But you don’t look very angry now.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow before taking another sip, wondering where he’s going with this.

“On the contrary, love, you look quite well.” He waltzes toward you, his features shifting from jovial to predatory in an instant. “I was thinking we could work with that, that we could start off with a sort of collaboration. Nothing too fancy, just a way to get those creative juices flowing.”

“Collaboration? I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admit, all of the sudden getting uneasy about your skill set. What if your nerves get the best of you while he’s around, and you can’t deliver? What if he regrets taking you on as his protégé?

“Have you ever tried abstract before?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns on some music, the open space allowing it to echo beautifully around you before he sets it down on the table.

“Abstract? No, not really.” You don’t hate the idea of abstract, but you’ve always just felt that it was sort of… too easy, somehow, a cheat that anyone could do. But you guess you’ll never really know until you try.

“No matter.” He walks around the table ladled with paints and jars full of different colored water, twisting the caps off a handful of colors before squeezing them into individual mason jars, carefully setting them in front of the canvas. His eyes glance up at you ever so often, watching you as if he fears that you’ll sprout wings and fly away if he loses sight of you for too long. “Are you willing to experiment with me?”

Jesus. What a loaded question.

He fills a glass of water and sets it down next to the rest of the paints, his darkened eyes back on you. “Are you ready to toss those inhibitions aside and create something truly spectacular?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” You shrug your shoulders as if he isn’t aware of the insanely magnetic pull he seems to have on you any time you’re near him. As if he can’t already feel the air between you charge with potential energy, each atom vibrating at an accelerated rate, begging to be pushed into motion by either one of you at any moment. As if he couldn’t see all of that written plain as day, across your face as your features soften for him.

“That wasn’t an answer.” He twirls a clean paint brush in between his fingers as he strides up to you, pointing it at your face before tracing it along your chin and neck, humming to himself as he awaits your reply. His full lips pout as he brings them closer to your face, a habit you’ll never quite get used to, but certainly won’t complain about as the bristles from the brush excite each and every strand of fine hair across your skin.

“I’m ready,” you whisper as your lips remain parted, the muscles in your thighs and abdomen tightening instinctively.

“Good girl. Then let’s start by painting the canvas a color that matches your mood.” He continues to drag the brush slowly down your neck and across your clavicle, his eyes following raptly as it forces your breath to still. “I wonder what you could be feeling right now?”

Goddamnit. He’s really got his claws in you now.

“Excitement,” you start, trying to slow and deepen your breath as it shallows in your heaving chest.

“Excitement? Is that all?” He takes your hand and firmly places the brush in your palm before stepping behind you, keeping contact with your skin the entire time. “I fell in love with your artwork because it was brutally honest about the gruesome horrors of this world, and all you have to give me is ‘excitement’?” He clicks his tongue. “No, you can do much better than that. Why don’t you tell me what feeling makes those pretty little cheeks flush such a deep crimson, what makes that bleeding heart of yours race inside your chest every time our eyes meet.” He feathers his palms over your shoulders and moves your hair away from your neck. “I want to hear you say it.”

You swallow hard as he pushes your buttons, his hands collecting your hair to one side before smoothing their way down your arms, eventually finding familiarity on both of your hips before you finally speak. “I feel aroused.”

God, you’re so bad at dirty talk.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He guides you toward the canvas step by step, his breath hot on your neck as his hands slink up under your shirt, smoothing their way up your belly until they slip beneath your bra. “Admitting how you feel?”

“No,” you whisper your lie softly, gasping as your nipples harden against his palms, putting any doubt of his intentions to rest. “It wasn’t.”

“Well don’t tell me about it, love, put it on the canvas.” He instructs coldly, squeezing your breasts as you shudder beneath his touch.

“Right.” You take the brush and try to keep it as steady as possible despite his seductive distraction, placing a large amount of red onto the palette before adding a hint of blue, mixing the two together into a deep, moody magenta. A twinge of pain shoots up into your spine as Klaus pinches both your nipples, forcing you to drag the brush across the canvas in a sporadic, diagonal pattern. “Klaus!”

“Don't mind me, just keep on painting.” He kisses his words into the delicate skin of your neck, twisting your sensitive tissue even harder as he draws out a tiny yelp from your lips and an arch from your back.

It takes every ounce of self control you have not to drop the brush and turn around to face him, but you continue to paint the base of the canvas the vibrant color of your desire. Through heavily hooded lids, you finally finish every corner, setting your brush down as Klaus takes the opportunity to pull your shirt off over your head before unclasping your bra.

“See how freeing it is to try something new?” He pushes the straps of your bra down your shoulders, tickling your skin even more until it falls onto the floor next to your shirt.

“Yes,” you whisper, the sudden exposure making you shiver in the air conditioning before the heat of his arms comforts you.

“Now,” he wraps his fingers around yours, guiding your hand to clean the brush in the water as his other hand makes quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. “Let’s really set you free.”

Like a puppet on a string, he has you dry the brush off before the two of you dip it into the black paint, letting it build and collect on the tip before lifting it back up. He takes his time before making you press it against the canvas, allowing it to drip down along its path, splattering onto your breasts and shoulders before leaving a trail of dots and streaks across the magenta background of your work. It’s almost enough to distract you from his fingers that now delve in between your folds, collecting your liquid warmth as if it were colorful paint itself and his fingers the brush, spreading a clear coat up and down your length before pulling up on your clit.

“Oh my god, Klaus” you whisper as he works his magic between your thighs, continuing to zigzag the black, tarry ooze across the canvas until the brush nearly runs dry.

“Look at that,” he nips at your ear, whispering his praise against it in a gravelly tone. “You’re a natural abstract artist after all.” He kisses the spot just behind your jaw, suckling your skin before licking the path of your pulse until he reaches the nape of your neck.

“You… you bit me last time.” You recall out loud, nearly getting lost in the lustful haze he’s so expertly created just for you.

“I did.” He smiles as he tastes more of your skin, thinking fondly of your last encounter as he rubs deep circles into your bud. “And you liked it.”

“I did.” Your breathless reply surprises you both, floating into the air a little too quickly as his fingers send more signals of hypnotic bliss up into your core, forcing you to drop the brush onto the floor.

“I knew it, I could see it in your eyes that night. You enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure, is that it?” He lets go of your hand and grabs your chin, turning your face toward him.

“Yes.” His gorgeous face only adds to your building euphoria, alighting every neuron beneath his fingertips as he calls you out.

“Well, it turns out great minds think alike.” His blackened pupils expand with his growing arousal, their bluish green tint fading off into the recesses of his eyes. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

You nod in response, barely able to utter a word as his fingers steal your breath completely, drawing a fuzzy curtain over your field of vision as odd patterns glow and fade over his skin and curls. You watch him grin as your visions intensify, changing colors, dimensions and brightness as he touches you in the perfect pattern to make your muscles clench and spasm in his arms, your toes curling from his deliciously expert precision.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, turning your head to face the canvas as your orgasm rips its way through you. “See all those colors? All those patterns you couldn’t have even dreamed of before?”

“I see them,” you stammer, a stuttered breath in between each syllable as your heart threatens to break out of your ribcage. “Stars and pyramids…”

“Those are all for you.” He pushes his fingers inside your slick, wet walls, refusing to let your body come down from its chemical high just yet. “I want you to paint them for me.”

[hyuny-bunny]

cybersex | camgirl! x skz

prologue. chapter I

MDNI (18+): this series will depict sex work and acts of sex. this prologue has suggestive themes, nudity, and mentions of butt plugs

skz x fem!reader

a/n: I'll have chapter 1 up soon but I hope you all love this series as much as I do!

synopsis: after a month or so of becoming a camgirl! your career really takes off, you decide to get a place of your own to film content. a lovely building opens up with the perfect space for all your necessities but to your surprise, your favorite waiter boys and long time crush on the head chief of the restaurant you work also happen to live in the building. Bringing you to meet their own assortment of friends. what happens when they find out there's some holes in the stories you tell about your life style?

prologue

You always had a keen interest in the sex work. You had an nsfw twitter page for yourself but it was only really used as a means of saving material or on a bold occasion, posting some captions with said material. There was a thrill of seeing your notifications filled with compliments and praises of like-minded people who were just as horny as you. Your roommate Sana had gotten into doing camgirl work pretty early on. You had indulged your curiosity on occasion when she and her girlfriend would be streaming just down the hall from you. Popping onto the stream to see your roommate's body on display and her girlfriend sat cutely between her legs wearing nothing but a heart-shaped butt plug. Sana would encourage you to try it out at least, very aware of how much you had desired to try it out but always holding back. Financially speaking, you could only benefit from it. In comparison to what you two made in a week at your measly waitress jobs, she could make both your checks for two weeks in just one night and even double dependent on how long she streamed for.

“You’re not worried that someone will recognize you?” You asked standing in the newly furnished cam room, floor to ceiling decorated in all shades of pink imaginable. 

“Not anymore, I revealed my face on stream so long ago, I haven’t given it much thought since. Besides, I could walk away at any moment I decide. I will admit there was a certain thrill with covering up in the beginning. I think there's something about hiding your identity while being in such a lewd state that elicits such an adrenaline rush. It makes the excitement of being watched and gawked at all the more fun.” Sana is now leaning on the desk where her camera and lighting equipment reside. 

“I like the fun, bring me as much joy and excitement as it probably does for my followers,” There’s a slight flush that rises to the tops of her cheeks that you can still make out in the fluorescent lights, “The biggest thing for me is it gives me the confidence I need, the financial security is just a bonus.”

The windows were covered by drawn curtains that covered the entirety of the walls, allowing the room to only be lit by the neon color-changing lamps which to no surprise were set at a baby pink. The floors were covered by a fluffy throw rug, with very little wood peaking. There is a makeshift sofa bed that's covered by an assortment of pillows and silk sheets and another fluffy blanket. There sat on the floor is the giant white teddy bear, Mina, Sana’s longtime partner, gifted her just a month ago. You stayed quiet, absorbing your surroundings. You were amazed but also… jealous. Jealous of how she could find confidence and find security in what most people found so vulnerable. You let out a sigh, sitting on the almost too-silky sheets that caused you to slide right off the bed. 

“Careful. You can imagine how slippery they are in the nude,” She laughed softly as she stared at you, waiting to speak again. “I see the gears turning… What’s on your mind kit-kat?” Your eyes bolt up to her.

“I’m just... A bit taken aback I guess. You could say jealous maybe. This is the frist time I’ve ever considered it as a viable option…” You let the sentence trail off not knowing what to say.

All your life, you had complexes about your body. Measured your self-worth in the way your body looked, and how it compared to other girls you had admired. The older you got, the better you were about mentally checking yourself, to realize it was okay not to be shaped like other girls. Finding it in yourself to feel secure in the body you had. Although you could keep those insecurities at bay most of the time, they would crawl out from under the bed like a hideous monster to plague your thoughts when you felt down about the lackluster love life. Bad dates, unreciprocated feelings, and talking stages that never went anywhere, that was the extent of your love life. 

“You want to give it a try?” That question pulled you out of your thoughts, now you were the one with a bright flush across the tops of your cheeks. “I can help you get started, set up your account, and start promoting you on my own account to start you off with a bit of a following. That’s if… you really are serious about this.” Sana had always been so sweet to you, she had already been letting you take the spare of her 3-bedroom rental as you couldn’t afford to live on your own. She had always extended a helping hand when you needed but here was a chance to finally get you to land on your own feet for once. How could you refuse such an opportunity?

“I don’t know… I don’t think I’m cut out for something like this I mean look at you! I don’t know how anyone is supposed to get off looking at-”

“Finish that sentence and you’re never allowed to see Jiji again,” Sana interrupted, Jiji was your shared house cat who was slowly becoming more yours as time went on. “ I don't want to pressure you into anything but I just think you could actually see the benefit in this. Give it one try and if you don’t like it, I erase every trace of you.”

You sat with the thought, your brain tugging you to go for it. One chance and if it doesn’t work out no harm right? 

“When can we start?”

masterlist • next chapter ->

[haikyu-mp4]

By comparison

Fluffy workplace romance working as a volleyball player in the Olympics with your rival and crush Hoshiumi, for my workplace romance event <3

requested by anonymous. word count; 933 – f!reader

Oh, the Olympics. The sound of volleyballs slamming whether you’re on the court or in the hallways, of shoes squeaking on the floor and wearing down the soles, and of course, of the inescapable men’s volleyball team being so loud. In particular, you were currently walking in front of Hoshiumi, Hinata and Kageyama, who loudly argued about whatever while you tried to focus on your teammates' chatter.

“Hey, chibi!” you heard, and it made you squint before you even bothered to turn around to see the hair of that arrogant-

“Hey, pigeon. Long time, no see.” You said this with the added challenge of a wink, making Hoshiumi scrunch his nose in distaste.

Speaking of last time, the two of you had been interviewed for being the same height, both recruited for the national team for Japan’s men's and women’s teams, respectively. The interview set ablaze a certain trend of comparing you two because, in addition to being the same height, you also played the same position.

Hoshiumi upped his step to catch up, licking his lips as he acted unbothered. “Not long enough. Where are you off to, the bench?” he teased while walking beside you, and your eyes betrayed you to travel down where his shorts turned into muscle that flexed as he walked.

“I’ll only be visiting the bench to rest my legs after jumping higher than you ever will,” you retorted before you stopped walking altogether, waving off Kageyama who apologised after bumping into you because of the sudden stop. Hoshiumi stopped too and crossed his arms, distracting you with his well-trained biceps. To say he looked smug now was the understatement of the century.

“As if. You’ll be left in the dust today.” The words almost sounded sensual despite their nature as he leaned in closer, and you could practically taste the sweet mint off his breath.

No one really understood this rivalry between you two when you didn’t even play in the same leagues, but that article had sparked the natural competitiveness in Hoshiumi and that sparked your… hots for him.

You raised an eyebrow, nearly purring your next words. “If it helps, I think you’re hot even if you’re below average height for a male volleyball player.”

It should have made him furious, and you almost wondered if he were when his face turned red and he suddenly stormed back in the direction he came from. With the options of moving along or chasing after him, you chose the one that would give you the least penalty rounds. Moving on.

In the men’s locker room later that day, Hinata asked Hoshiumi about your interaction.

“You’re still on about that? Come on man, be a feminist.” Atsumu said, and it would have been an admirable sentiment had it not come from that jackal.

“I don’t care that I’m compared to a woman. Sure, it’s a beautiful woman, insanely skilled and whatever. They put her seventh in that ranking of hottest female athletes in Japan, which is just insane, she should obviously be higher.” There was a break in his monologue, and most of the team tried their hardest to hold back their teasing as Hoshiumi might have forgotten his point. “Uhh… I just don’t like that the comparison is because of my height. As if that makes us more special than our talent.”

For once, Hoshiumi was glad Hirugami quit volleyball. Or else he would have been there and told everyone about his extensive collection of all the magazines you ever did photoshoots for.

Atsumu blinked, looking around him at the others and then back at the spiker. “Okay, dude. Slay.”

Meanwhile, in the women’s locker room, you smiled all coy as your friends squealed. The ones who were there with you earlier had lingered around the corner, listening in on your interaction with the male player.

“The tension between you two is literally glowing neon, he wants you sooo baaad,” one of your teammates said, making you giggle and tuck your hair behind your ears.

“Oh, stop it.” You turned to your locker to pull out a new shirt before turning back around. “You really think so?”

The morning after, you were on the way to the cafeteria. Hopefully, you could claim a chocolate muffin before they ran out. It was early, the sun barely greeting the world above the horizon. Passing down another hallway, you yawned and didn’t notice who was walking past you until he spoke.

“Good morning.” It startled you, making Hoshiumi stop to point at you and laugh.

“Give a girl a warning, please!” you scolded, but still managed to chuckle at the scene.

“Where are you going?”

“Cafeteria,” you answered simply. Only now that you were both so tired with nobody else around, did you realise that being the same height made it difficult to avoid eye contact. His eyes were interesting, reminding you of a bird and making you think of winter walks in the forest, and suddenly you didn’t want to avoid his eyes at all. “Chocolate muffin.”

“Hm,” he confirmed with a nod. “Sensible choice. I’ll join you.”

You started walking, surprised to see that he indeed had every intention of following you. So you stopped again, holding a hand on his shoulder and leaning in closer than you think you ever had before. Like you could give him a peck if you really wanted to. His eyes flickered downwards and almost made you back out of your plan.

A smirk slowly crept up your lips before you pushed him back and took off sprinting. “Race you there!”

masterlist

/@cottonlemonade you angel, thank you for brainstorming w me<3

[signanothername]

ngl, I kinda think I am the Duality of a Dream Sans fan.

And I say this, mostly because there are twos types of Dream I enjoy seeing in utmv media.

Fucked Up Trauma boy. He had trauma, it's acknowledged, and he's struggling with it. Does he actually start to stop being in denial and cope until much later? Nope. But we just love throwing angst and trauma onto these little guys, don't we? Most trauma he had involves guilt, self-blame, struggling with emotions, struggling with people-pleasing, saying no is hard, he has to save everyone, failure is not an option, etc. etc

Badass Dream. Wipes the floor with other in combat. Can and will curbstomp someone if need be. Takes no bull from anyone. Coping pretty well, all things considers. Probably pretty physically strong too(I headcanon all three Stars are physically strong, like, a lot, but here, it's a lot more portrayed)

Love seeing both of these, do you see the vision?

I absolutely see it Anon, I see it <3333

I actually love both these, and tbh, I can enjoy any interpretation of Dream as long as it doesn’t:

1- infantilize him (let this bitch be the grandpa he is)

2- makes him an asshole/secretly a bad guy to make Nightmare look good in comparison (he can be badass without being a jerk)

Funny enough, I think my interpretation of Dream is kinda in the middle of these two??? Like some sort of combination??

Idk how to explain it, but my interpretation of Dream can be summed up in 2 pics

Like Dream is full of trauma and isn’t coping well at all, he makes a lot of mistakes as he journeys through life after he’s free from stone, but he’s also badass and eventually learns to put his foot down when he needs to, he’s also a pretty good fighter actually (was forced to learn quickly if he wanted to survive), all while still being the kind big hearted lil guy despite it all

And nothing is more badass to me then to be kind in a world that shows him nothing but cruelty <33333

[thebunnednun]

LOYALTY [Chapter 3]

Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary: Fuck a breakup, you ever have your fiance and partner of 8 years dump you during his promotion party in front of your bosses and the whole office with the girl he told you, “Don’t worry about,” on his arm?

The man you moved continents to support and move in with while you worked from home and helped promote his hero career because you thought he loved you and he called it an investment in your future together while you just did it out of love?

Welp, now he’s kicked you out in a strange land and you’ve gotta make it on your own. When you can't get a new job or apartment and tuition is almost due: you’ve got two options: Strip it or lose.

And I guess the angry blond that keeps coming back to your club wants to help you too.

Chapter summary: You and Katsuki share a intimate moment before meeting face to face for the first time when you return his wallet after he tips you $$$$$ for a dance.

This chapters song is: Kendrick Lamar - LOYALTY. ft. Rihanna

Put that shit on loop.

------------------Chapter 3: Unexpected encounter-------------------

The club was a hive of activity tonight, the buzz of payday energy pulsing through every corner. You walked through the throng of people with a sense of purpose, a slight smile tugging at your lips as you considered just how much had changed in the last few weeks. Thanks to the generous donations from your online followers, particularly that mystery guy, you’d managed to pay off your tuition and even order some new furniture for your “room.” You’d been shocked when the items in your shopping cart had been checked off before you even had the chance to think twice about them.

Your landlord, Mr. Muhammad, had been helpful, going with you to scout out potential apartments and vouching for you as a reliable tenant. As a thank-you, you’d been buying groceries here and there, trying to show your appreciation. They were becoming your family in this. The fact that you were finally on the path to securing your future, both financially and academically, felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

But tonight, you were back at the club, ready to earn what you could from the crowd that had gathered.

You emerged from the dressing rooms, adjusting the straps of your outfit as you made your way towards the main floor. The girls—Marshmallow and the others—were already in their usual spot, laughing and chatting excitedly. When they saw you, they waved you over with wide grins.

“You should totally join us on stage today!” Ruby said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You felt your face redden at the suggestion, the idea of being out there in the spotlight making your heart race. But before you could respond, Marshmallow chimed in, her tone reassuring. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. It’s just an offer.”

You looked around the club, taking in the sea of faces, the noise, the energy. It was busier than usual—payday always brought in the crowds. Your usual spot, the private section where you danced behind glass, seemed quiet in comparison. 

“I’ll do a little walk around and head to my usual spot,” you finally said, your voice thoughtful. “If no one shows up after twenty minutes, I’ll join you all on stage.”

The girls cheered at your decision, and Marshmallow blew you a kiss, her expression playful. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as you turned to head to the back of the club.

But as you began to walk, the path ahead of you suddenly became blocked. A group of men had gathered near the entrance to the private sections, their loud laughter and boisterous behavior catching your attention. One of them—a tall, muscular guy with a cocky grin—stepped forward, his eyes locking onto you.

“Well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his voice dripping with arrogance. He looked you up and down, clearly assessing you like you were some kind of prize. “You look like you’d be a fun time.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, keeping your expression sweet as you tried to sidestep him. “I’m just heading to my section,” you said, your tone polite but firm. “You can’t touch me but you can enjoy the show.”

The guy wasn’t having it. He stepped in front of you again, blocking your path. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t be like that. How about you come hang out with us instead?” Nope, nope, nope. You knew a cokehead when you saw one. 

You felt your patience thinning, but you kept your composure. “Sorry, but I’ve got work to do,” you replied, trying to move around him once more.

This time, one of the bouncers noticed the interaction and started making his way over, his expression stern. Before the guy could say anything else, the bouncer stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let her through,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

The guy looked like he was about to argue, but the bouncer’s glare shut him up quickly. With a huff, he stepped aside, allowing you to pass.

You nodded your thanks to the bouncer before continuing on your way, your heart pounding slightly from the encounter. As you walked towards your usual spot, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of determination. This place could be tough, but you’d gotten this far, and you weren’t about to let some jerk ruin your night.

Finally reaching your private section, you stepped inside, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The room was quiet, the familiar setting helping to calm your nerves. You were about to slip behind the glass, ready to begin your routine, but as you looked out into the club, you realized something.

Tonight felt different. The energy, the crowds, even the encounters—it all seemed to be leading to something. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was a feeling in the air, an undercurrent that made your skin tingle with anticipation.

As you started your routine, moving to the music that pulsed through the club, you couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be significant. Whether it was joining the girls on stage or something else entirely, you had the sense that you were standing on the edge of something new, something that could change everything.

The club’s usual hum of activity had faded into the background as you settled into your private section. The room was dimly lit, the low, sultry glow casting long shadows across the floor. You adjusted your costume—a tight, sheer two piece set that clung to your curves, accentuating every dip and swell. The fabric was soft against your skin, shimmering slightly under the dim lights, and you checked to make sure it was sitting just right. 

Suddenly, you heard them—the footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and echoing out across the club floor like a metronome. The sound was unmistakable, a slow, steady rhythm that seemed to announce his arrival long before you could see him. A strange sense of familiarity washed over you, as you knew this client just by the way he walked.

You quickly straightened up, pulling the straps of your top taut against your shoulders and making sure every inch of the material hugged you just right. This client wasn’t like the others; he only watched you dance without asking you for anything lewd or to see your face. He didn’t even make song requests, you didn’t know why, and you weren’t going to ask. 

You watched as he approached the sofa, his tall frame casting a shadow that stretched across the floor. He moved with a kind of confidence that made the air feel heavy, charged. You couldn’t see much of his face, just the outline of his spiky hair and the broadness of his shoulders, but something about his presence sent a shiver down your spine. He sat down, his large boots making a final thud against the floor as he settled in, the sound resonating through the room.

Deciding it was time to begin, you turned to the console and selected a song that fit the mood—Kendrick Lamar and Rihanna’s “Loyalty.” The deep bassline filled the room, vibrating through the floor and into your bones, the rhythm perfectly matching the sensuality you intended to convey. You let the music guide you, your body moving in time with the beat, every step deliberate, every motion slow and controlled.

“It's a secret society

  All we ask is trust

 (All we ask is trust)

  All we got is us

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,”

As Kendrick and Rihanna’s voices flowed through the speakers, you began to sway, your hips rolling in time with the lyrics, the movements deliberate and teasing. You ran your hands down your sides, feeling the soft fabric glide over your skin before slipping them to the hem of your skirt. The lights caught the subtle shimmer of the material, highlighting your silhouette as you slowly peeled it away from your body, revealing the smooth curve of your ass.

“I’m a savage, I’m an asshole I’m a King,” 

Kendrick’s voice echoed, and you turned your back to the glass, arching as you pushed the skirt down over your hips. You caught a glimpse of the client in the reflection, his figure still and silent, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, adding to the thrill of the performance.

“Tell me who you loyal to

Do it start with your woman or your man?”

You continued, rolling the fabric down your legs, bending at the waist to give him a full view of your body. The costume pooled around your ankles, and you stepped out of it, kicking it to the side. Now you were down to your matching bikini top and bottoms, the fabric clinging to you, highlighting the curves you knew he was watching intently. 

“Do it end with your family and friends? 

Or you're loyal to yourself in advance?”

You turned to face him again, your fingers trailing down your body, over your thighs, teasing the edges of your bottoms as Rihanna’s voice took over.

“I said, tell me who you loyal to

Is it anybody that you would lie for?”

She sang, and you mirrored the confidence in her voice, sliding your hands up your torso, arching your back as you thrust your chest forward. You let the straps of your bikini top slip down your shoulders, giving him just a hint of what lay beneath before pulling them back up again. The anticipation built, the heat between you and the client almost tangible, thickening the air in the small room.

“Anybody you would slide for?

 Anybody you would die for?

 That's what God for,”

As the song neared its end, you dropped to your knees, spreading them slightly as you swayed your hips from side to side, your hands running through your hair, then down your neck, and across your chest. You gave one last slow, deliberate roll of your hips, letting the music guide you as you finished with a final arch of your back, the movement accentuating every curve.

The song ended, and you stilled, catching your breath, expecting him to get up and leave as most clients did once the performance was over. But when you glanced up, he was still sitting there, unmoving, his figure dark against the dim light of the room.

Puzzled, you slipped through the side door that led to the backroom where one of the bouncers stood. “Hey,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, “why isn’t the guy leaving?”

The bouncer gave you a once-over before turning to check on the client. When he came back, there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “He wants to know if he could buy an hour with you.”

You tried to mask the surprise on your face, forcing yourself to appear cool and composed. You paused for a moment, pretending to think it over, before nodding. “Tell him yes.”

The bouncer nodded and left to relay the message, leaving you with your thoughts. You pressed your nose against the glass, trying to get a better look at the man who had asked for the extra time. His hair was spiky, sticking out in a way that seemed almost familiar. His boots, large and sturdy, suggested a man who was used to being on his feet, and his broad frame hinted at strength, power. He exuded an aura of control, but there was something else, something that intrigued you.

You couldn’t help but wonder what the fuck it was. 

As the bouncer returned, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, perhaps, or curiosity. "The customer wants the same song," he said, his voice gruff yet tinged with the faintest hint of a smile. "He wants to see you dance to it again. You can switch up the routine, but he specifically asked for the same track." You nodded, a surge of anticipation bubbling up within you. The thought of performing the same song for the same man, knowing he was still captivated by your movements, sent a thrill down your spine. 

You watched the bouncer close the door behind him, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room with only the frosted glass between you and your mysterious client.

With a quick decision, you moved to the corner where your outfits were kept. You stripped off your bikini, reaching for something a bit more daring—a lacy, black two-piece that left just enough to the imagination while hugging your curves in all the right places. The sheer stockings and garter belt added a touch of vintage allure, making you feel powerful and sensual as you adjusted them, ensuring every strap was perfectly aligned.

Before turning the lights back on, you glanced at the frosted glass. A mischievous grin played on your lips as you tapped the control to dim the lights further, bathing the room in a sultry, amber glow that cast soft shadows across the space. You wanted this routine to feel intimate, like a secret whispered in the dark between two best friends.

When you were ready, you positioned yourself against the glass, your hands splayed out in front of you, feeling the cool surface beneath your fingertips. You tapped your fingers to the opening beats, letting the music fill the room, its rhythm pulsing through you as you began to move.

“My resume is real enough for two millenniums  

A better way to make a wave, stop defendin' them  

I meditate and moderate all of my wins again  

I'm hangin' on the fence again,”

You changed the pace, slowly rolling your hips to the beat, letting your body melt into the music. This time, your movements were more daring, more deliberate. You pressed your chest against the glass, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat building within you. The fabric of your outfit teased at the edges of your consciousness, reminding you of every inch of skin it covered, and every inch it left exposed.

“I'm always on your mind  

I put my lyric and my lifeline on the line  

And ain't no limit when I might shine, might grind  

You rollin' with it at the right time, right now  

Only for the dollar sign,”

With each word, you leaned into the glass, pressing your body closer, your breath fogging up the surface. You let your fingers trace over the fog, leaving a little heart before stepping away, toying with the barrier between you and him. You didn’t know where all this confidence came from but you weren’t gonna waste it. Your movements were slower, more deliberate, the sway of your hips more pronounced as you turned and arched your back, sliding down the glass as if giving in to the gravity of his gaze.

“Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty  

 Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty  

10-4, no switchin' sides  

            I need  

 Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty  

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,”

You dropped to your knees, arching your back as your hands slid down your body, feeling the lace and the softness of your skin beneath your fingertips. You let the music take over, your body moving in perfect sync with the beat. The lyrics spoke of loyalty, a deep and unwavering connection, and you channeled that intensity into every motion. You never had that before, but you knew what it was supposed to feel like. 

“Tell me who you loyal to  

Is it money? Is it fame? Is it weed? Is it drink?  

Is it comin' down with the loud pipes and the rain?  

Big chillin', only for the power in your name,"

As the music reached its peak, you stood up, arching your back as you slowly peeled off one of the sheer stockings, teasing him with every movement. You pressed yourself fully against the glass, your body leaving faint impressions in the fog as you moved. You brought your hand up, drawing a small heart in the condensation, before letting it fade away as you continued to dance, your body a silhouette against the light.

"Tell me who you loyal to  

Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark?  

Is it unconditional when the 'Rari don't start?  

Tell me when your loyalty is comin' from the heart”

With the final beats of the song, you leaned back against the glass, your breath heavy, your body flush with excitement. You slid down to the floor in a split, letting the music carry you as you reached the end of your routine. As the last notes faded, you expected him to gesture for more, but he remained seated, the shadow of his figure unmoving from the red leather sofa.

“It's so hard to be humble  

  It's so hard to be  

 Lord knows is I'm tryin'  

Lord knows is I'm dyin', 

          baby”

On the other side, Bakugou was struggling to keep his composure. His usual mask of indifference was slipping as he watched you, his eyes glued to the screen. The way you danced, the way your body moved in perfect sync with the music— those fucking lyrics — it was driving him crazy. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to maintain control.

What was it about you that got under his skin? 

He couldn’t figure it out, but he knew one thing for sure—he didn’t want this to end. When you pressed yourself against the glass, leaving that little heart in the fog, it felt like a direct hit, and he was barely keeping it together. His hands clenched into fists, trying to resist the urge to blow off steam. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to regain his composure.

But the truth was, you had him—completely and utterly. And there was no turning back now.

‘Fuck.’

The moment the knock echoed through the room, you nearly jumped out of your skin. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a split second, you forgot where you were and what you were doing. Your breath hitched as you tore your gaze away from the mysterious man behind the glass. The knock had shattered the strange, intimate spell that had settled over the two of you.

But he was still there, still watching, still touching the glass where your hand met his. The connection between you felt oddly real, almost tangible through the cold, solid barrier that separated you. You could see his fingers, large and rough, tracing the heart you’d drawn earlier. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were handling something precious.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to ground yourself in the moment. This was just a performance, just another routine. You’d danced for plenty of clients before, had them watch you, admire you, but none of them had ever done this. None of them had touched the glass like this, as if they were trying to reach through and connect with something deeper. It was… unsettling, in a way that made your heart race for reasons you couldn’t quite name.

His hand dwarfed yours, the size difference almost startling. Even with the platform heels giving you extra height, he still towered over you, his presence almost overwhelming. You could feel the heat of his body radiating through the glass, a warmth that seeped into your bones and made your skin tingle.

You hesitated, unsure of what to do next. The whole situation felt surreal, like something out of a dream. But the show had to go on, and you weren’t about to let a little weirdness throw you off your game.

With a deep breath, you slowly moved closer to the glass, stalking up to the barrier with a predatory grace. Your eyes never left his head, trying to read the expression on his face, but the frosted glass obscured his features, leaving only the shadow of his form visible. The only thing clear was his hand, still pressed against the glass where yours had been.

You stopped just inches away, close enough that you could feel the cold emanating from the glass, a stark contrast to the warmth of your body. Your fingers twitched against the surface, and without really thinking, you tapped them lightly, a soft, almost playful gesture. He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure how to respond, before his fingers mirrored yours, tapping back in a gentle rhythm.

A shiver ran down your spine as you watched his other hand trace over the heart you’d left. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—he was tracing it because you’d left it there for him. You’d drawn that heart in the fog, almost without thinking, and now he was treating it like it meant something. 

And maybe, in some weird, twisted way, it did.

But this was just a show, you reminded yourself. Just a game. You were here to entertain, to give him what he wanted, and that was all. 

Another knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts. “I don’t hear any music!” the bouncer’s voice called out, a hint of impatience in his tone.

You blinked, realizing you’d been standing there in silence for too long. You glanced back at the glass, at the man whose hand still rested against yours, and for a moment, you considered pulling away. But something in his stillness, in the way he hadn’t tried to push things further, gave you pause. 

You tilted your head slightly, studying him, and he seemed to do the same. The symmetry of the gesture made your heart skip a beat. You were tiny compared to him, almost fragile, yet you felt a strange sense of power in that moment. You tapped your fingers again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. He tapped back in sync, as if the two of you were communicating in a silent, shared language.

His fingers drifted over the heart again, and you found yourself wondering why he was treating it with such care. Why was he being so delicate, so gentle? This wasn’t what you were used to, not at all.

The bouncer knocked again, louder this time. “Music, now !”

You sighed, rolling your eyes at the interruption, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. The spell was broken, but you weren’t ready to let go just yet. With a final tap against the glass, you backed away, giving him a soft, almost coy look over your shoulder as you moved to restart the music.

--- You finished out the hour without much problem or anything like the glass touching that happened. Part of you felt a little dissappointed at that and you couldn't tell why. He was quiet throughout the rest of the time and left without a word. You wiped yourself down with a towel and threw on a lacy teddy before opening the secret door that was always locked on the clients side. That way you could collect the money after they left and get back behind the glass without anyone seeing you. He left it in the usual place, the table next to the red leather sofa and your heart almost stopped when counted out at least $5000 dollars.

'Five thousand dollars!!!'

Your mind immediately raced back to the live stream and you tried to calm yourself down. This had to be some sort of coicidence. No way this guy actually knew who you were. Then to make matters worse, he left his phone and wallet in the booth. You decided you had to find out for yourself. You let the bouncer know you were done before running back to the dressing rooms. You knew better than to hand over the stuff to the manager so you would have to find the guy himself. He may he bigger than you, but your shoes were stabbyier. You placed the items in a small purse you sometimes used to help your friends collect tips and stashed your money inside your locker inside your clothes like Marshmellow (Micheal) showed you. You made sure the locker was shut tight and tugged on it for good measure before you rushed back into the floor. You asked the doorman if anyone with large boots and spiky hair had left yet, who actually wasn't bad, and he assured you he that hadn't but that there was a client that came in with that description so he was probably still inside. You thanked him before taking a big gulp of air and making your way to the center floor. 

The center floor was alive with the buzz of chatter, laughter, and music, and the stages were crowded, but your focus was razor-sharp as you scanned the room. The lights were dim, casting long shadows that danced with the movement of bodies. It was payday, so the place was packed with regulars and new faces alike, all looking for a night of fun. But you were only interested in one man.

Your heart raced as you moved through the crowd, your eyes darting from face to face, searching for the telltale signs—spiky hair, broad shoulders, those heavy boots that echoed with each step. You felt a mix of nerves and adrenaline coursing through your veins, making your steps quick and purposeful. You didn’t even notice the usual stares or the catcalls; your mind was locked on the task at hand.

He left his phone and wallet. What kind of person leaves something so important behind, especially after dropping five thousand dollars without blinking? Maybe all rich dudes really are weird. The thought made your stomach twist. Was he testing you? Or maybe it was just an accident. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this.

As you pushed through the crowd, you felt the small purse slung over your shoulder bump against your hip, the weight of it reminding you of what was inside. His belongings were in your hands, and that gave you a strange sense of nerves. He was bigger, stronger, sure, but you had something he needed. And that meant you had to find him. You clung to that thought, letting it bolster your confidence as you pressed forward.

You spotted Marshmallow—Micheal—across the room, chatting with a group of clients. She caught your eye and gave you a small, encouraging nod. She knew what you were up to, even without you having to say a word. That silent support made you feel a little braver as you approached the center floor.

The room was a blur of lights and movement, but then you saw him. He was near the bar, his back to you, broad shoulders hunched slightly as he leaned against the counter. His spiky hair was unmistakable, even in the dim light. The sight of him sent a jolt of adrenaline through you, and you had to force yourself to slow down, to keep your breathing steady. This was it.

You approached cautiously, your heels clicking against the polished floor. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, too absorbed in whatever thoughts were running through his head. You paused a few feet away, trying to decide how to play this. Should you tap him on the shoulder? Just hand over the stuff and be done with it? Or maybe you should say something more… calculated, something that would keep him intrigued.

Before you could make up your mind, he turned around, as if sensing your presence. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you felt frozen in place. Up close, he was even more imposing, his sharp features and intense gaze making your heart skip a beat. But you couldn’t back down now. You had a job to do.

“I think you forgot something,” you said, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. You held up the small purse, letting him see that you had his phone and wallet inside.

His eyes flicked to the purse and then back to you. There was a brief flash of something in his expression—surprise? Amusement?—before he reached out to take it. His fingers brushed against yours as he did, and you felt a small spark at the contact, a reminder of the strange connection you’d felt during your routine.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice gruff, but there was a hint of something softer beneath it. “I didn’t even realize.”

You shrugged, playing it cool. “It happens.”

He didn’t say anything else, so you just tucked the purse under your arm as he looked at you with an unreadable expression. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. You could feel your pulse in your throat, the tension from earlier starting to creep back in. 

“So, was it worth it?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you tried to read him. “The hour, I mean.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk that was almost too confident for your liking. “More than worth it.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, but you kept your expression neutral, not letting him see how his words affected you. You weren’t about to let him have the upper hand in this conversation.

“Well, if you’re ever in the mood to lose more of your money, you know where to find me,” you said, flashing him a playful smile.

He chuckled, a deep raspy sound that made your stomach flip. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

With that, you turned and started to walk away, leaving him standing there with a mix of emotions swirling inside. You yourself felt something. Relief, curiosity, and another visitor you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He watched you go, wondering if you’d see him again, and if you did, what that would mean?

And as much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was disappointed that the hour was over.

Maybe it was the intensity of the moment, the way your voice lingered in his mind, or the curiosity that gnawed at you. Before you could completely disappear into the crowd, you took a step forward, your voice catching him mid-stride.

“Wait.”

You stopped, his shoulders tensing slightly before you turned back to face him. He hadn’t planned this far ahead, and now that he had your attention again, he felt his pulse quicken. What were you going to say? You opened your mouth, but the words died on your lips as you found yourself staring directly into his eyes for the first time.

Time seemed to slow as your gazes locked. You felt like you were seeing him for the first time, really seeing him. His face was sharp, rugged, with a defined jawline and intense crimson eyes that seemed to bore straight into you. He had a look about him that was hard to pin down—confident yet guarded, like someone who didn’t let others in. You noticed the way his hair spiked out in unruly directions, a contrast to the disciplined aura he gave off. And then there was that small, almost imperceptible quirk of his lips, as if he wanted to speak but was struggling to.

For Bakugou, the world seemed to narrow down to just you. He hadn’t expected to turn around and see a face that felt so… familiar, yet completely new. Your eyes caught his first, and they were softer than he’d imagined, but there was a brightness in them that intrigued him. He noticed the way your hair framed your face, accentuating the delicate lines of your features. But what struck him most was the expression you wore—equal parts surprise and determination, as if you hadn’t planned on this moment but weren’t going to run from it either. There was something about you that pulled him in, a magnetism he hadn’t felt in a long time, and it made him forget for a moment where he was.

Neither of you said a word, but the silence between you was charged with something unspoken. You felt your breath catch as you realized he was doing the same thing you were—taking in every detail, committing it to memory. It was strange, surreal even, to see the man who had been on the other side of the glass, to see him so close. His intensity was almost overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation, or maybe it was nerves, running down your spine.

You both seemed to realize at the same moment that you were staring, and you quickly averted your eyes, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks. He let out a small huff, not quite a laugh, but close enough, and it drew your gaze back to him. There was a look of curiosity in his eyes now, as if he was trying to figure you out, and maybe himself too.

“Well, goodnight.” 

“Yeah, G’night.”

You turned to head back to Micheal letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in. As you walked, you couldn’t help but replay the encounter in your mind, trying to make sense of it. 

Later that night, you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. You were sitting in front of the mirror, wiping off the remnants of your makeup, but your mind was elsewhere. His face, his eyes, the way he looked at you—it all replayed in your head like a loop you couldn’t turn off. You’d seen plenty of clients before, even locked eyes with a few, but this was different. There was something in the way he looked at you, a connection that felt almost tangible, and it left you feeling unsettled in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

You sighed, tossing the makeup wipe into the trash and leaning back in your chair. 'Why did he leave such an impression?' You tried to push the thoughts away, tried to focus on the money you’d made, the success of the night. You even participated in a dance number with the girls and finally had enough to get that new apartment! But his face kept creeping back into your thoughts, making you wonder if you’d see him again, and what it would mean if you did.

At the same time, Bakugou was sprawled out on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes as he tried to sleep, but he knew it was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you. Your face, the way you looked at him, the intensity of it—it was all too vivid. He’d gone to the club looking for a distraction, something to take his mind off the usual, but instead, he found himself thinking about you.

It pissed him off, if he was being honest.

He wasn’t supposed to see you yet. Looking all soft and cute with your little dress hugging you and a blush he couldn’t decipher from makeup or actual nerves. A moment like that, the memory of you stuck with him, lingering like an itch he couldn’t scratch. The way your eyes had widened slightly when you saw him, the way you hadn’t backed down, it made him wonder who you really were. You were just doing your job, a dancer, nothing more—so why the hell couldn’t he shake you off?

He shifted on the bed, letting out a frustrated breath. Maybe it was nothing, just a fluke, something that would fade by morning. But deep down, he wasn’t so sure. You’d made an impression, and it was going to take a lot more than a sleepless night to get you out of his head. 

But Katsuki knew himself better than that. 

Pulling out his phone, he opened that damned app again and sent you a message. 

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[mandowifey]

MKAY SO WE ALL KNOW ABT AL'S CHEST RIGHT??? Idk why but it looks so smooth-

Anyways how would it go if the reader just straight on tells him that she's obsessed with his man tits?

Anon. This made me ugly laugh at 11 at night. Thank you for this.

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Fancy You.

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: General Dead Dove, you're kidnapped by a lunatic, Stockholm Syndrome, Implied NonCon, NSFW content.

(This was not proofed.)

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Time crawled to a halt in this place.

You weren't sure if it was weeks, maybe months since your abduction. When you started scratching lines into the cement walls, you had lost track of the hours that passed. Oftentimes, you couldn't recall if you already marked a day, which meant your count could be wrong or missing altogether. Right now, you stood at 27.

'This place' was a basement. You had taken to thinking of it like your coffin. It was a cold, dark, all-encompassing tomb, which you and many more would die within. Sometimes, you wondered how many before you left their own scratches on the wall. There was no evidence of others, which roused concerns that none of them lasted long enough to count their days. You considered if you were his first, or perhaps his last. Neither option felt palpable.

He collected you around the evening, as usual. Punishment this time had felt less brutal and more sensual, as the welts from his belt bloomed on the flesh of your ass and thighs instead of your back and arms. Hand prints marred your throat and wrists as reminders of your place here. Somewhere between your legs resides something sticky and warm. As you wade through the fog in your mind, you return to consciousness as your captor rocks against you.

'Good girl, m-my good girl.'

A brush of silicone against your throat made your head drop back. Large hands palmed your hips, guiding your flacid body into his. Gasps came quick and muffled behind his mask as he ruts against you, the drag of his girth leaving streaks of precum on your thighs. Each jerk of his body loosened a couple more of your mental screws. Maybe you didn't hate this at all. Maybe you'd always wanted to feel needed.

The man groans something low and guttural in your ear, his fingers bruising your hips as heat spills over your soft thighs. Revulsion fills your stomach like acid, but you can not bring yourself to shed another tear. As his grip loosens, he begins to move you off of his lap and have you stand. He liked to look at you, bloody and broken while covered in his cum. To him, you were a masterpiece meant to admire.

"Look at you," His voice is soft in stark comparison to the brutality in which he took you. "My perfect little dove."

The kitchen floor is cold on your feet, and you feel something in your chest. Perfect, you think, his.

Maybe...

"I like your chest," you say suddenly. Time grinds to a stop, and you are hardly breathing. "It's smooth, nice to look at." Who was this speaking for you? Or perhaps this voice had been there all along, waiting for its chance. The fog in your brain makes you lethargic. Your head felt weighted as it rolled in his direction, your eyes on the sockets of that devilish mask. He was frozen in place, watching you.

Standing up, the man you only knew as Mister towers over you and breathes hard. Fingers cup your chin and pull your face up to look at him. It was difficult to keep your eyes open as consciousness rattled around in your head like loose stones. At this distance, you can see the glean of those predatorial blue eyes.

"What else?"

You blink and try to focus your attention.

"What else?" He says again, his large hand encompassing your jaw in a painful squeeze.

At a loss, you gawk up at him and frantically try to discern what you're being asked. He moves you backward by your jaw until you touch the counter. You gasped as you're lifted by the hips and placed on the edge, legs forced apart so he could slot between them. Slowly, you start to understand. He must not ever receive compliments, certainly not from his victims. You had caught him off guard and thrilled him. You could tell by the way he was already hard again.

The man drags the weeping tip of his cock along your crease and pulls another noise from your throat. As he angles to drive inside of you, he brings that large hand to your throat and presses into the flesh.

"What else do you like about me, kiddo?"

[yeahspider]

tooth brush 🫀

Ve’s note - this is fluff . i love a good friends to lovers trope and this is exactly what this is . han jisung x gn reader . this was inspired by that one dnce song . no actual smut but illusion to sex and alcohol mentions .abrupt ending as usual bc i suck at conclusions . i’m gonna get better at posting more frequently and proofreading i swear . (also i’ve gotten a lil critique on my writing style recently but i write how i talk . very casual and very realistic . this is 100% a personal choice and won’t be changing anytime soon sorry *kinda*) anyways i hope your enjoy and feel free to request in my inbox !! <3

you didn’t expect you’d end up here . never in a million years . staring at your reflection in the mirror it’s safe to say you look a mess . bare feet on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor . hair in every which direction . clothed in only a shirt which definitely didn’t belong to you . maybe you had one to many last night . and now you had to deal with consequences .

taking a deep breath you turn on the faucet sink to splash some water on your face . you needed to be 100% awake for the conversation that awaited you once you stepped out your safe haven . just a few steps outside the bathroom door was your childhood best friend han jisung . it’s been awhile since you’ve seen each other . life taking you on different paths . him to a studio and you to college . your bond never severed though .

you had came home from school and decided to have a sleep over with at his house . an event which has happened several times but not once has it ended the way it did last night . you could blame the liquor or you could blame the unresolved feelings that have sitting between you two since you were both 15 .

you knew hiding in the bathroom and waiting for him to leave the room so you could sneak out wasn’t a realistic option . but it was the one that brought you comfort . confronting the hours you spent embraced in each other last night was scarier in comparison . you could smell the breakfast his parents were cooking for you both downstairs . yeah sneaking out was seeming less likely by the second . picking up your sparkly blue toothbrush you left there after your last sleepover you decide to buck up . you were both adults . adults have sex . it’s normal ….maybe not with their childhood best friend but your sure it’s happened before . spitting out the paste you run yours hands through your hair and take a deep breath . you could do this .

“are you going to hide out in there forever or are you gonna come out eventually ?” you heard jisung say from the other side of the door . you could just picture the smile on his face . it leaked through his voice . there went your resolved , down the drain with your toothpaste . your hope of sneaking out officially ruined you grab the doorknob and step out .

“ah there you are i thought you had fallen down the drainpipe or something .” he said as he took in your disheveled appearance . you were rooted to the floor , scrunching your toes in the carpet and gripping the bottom of your - jisung’s - shirt out of nervousness . you couldn’t find it in you to respond to him . and that’s when he burst out laughing . shocking you out of your stance . how could he be laughing right now . this is a serious situation . but the longer you laughed the more weight you felt lifted of your shoulders . you realized that this was just jisung .

you quarter your shoulders . hand on a hip and sled him what exactly was so funny . your tone mocking an anger that you didn’t really feel .

“you’re just cute when your nervous.” jisung’s said as he gestured you to come lay back in the bed . making your way over to him you grumbled something out about not being cute . he pulled you into his lap as you crossed your hands over your chest . pouting at him for laughing at you .

“hey don’t pout it’s okay i have no regrets .” he said as he swirled soothing circles on your bare thighs . bringing a comfort over you as you smile at him . you asked him if he was just saying that to make you feel better .

“i’ve been in love with you since we were like 15 i’m just glad you feel the same way …unless you do regret it ?” he posed the question to you a hint of insecurity in his tone , to which you brushed away as you planted a kiss to the mole on his cheek . you would never regret him .

“cmon my parents made breakfast we can talk seriously after you eat.” jisung stated as he took your hand and lead you out the bed and towards the smell of breakfast .

[theeeveetamer]

Fields of Mistria initial thoughts

As you may or may not know I am a total sucker for farming simulator games. I don't usually go for Early Access games, but Fields of Mistria seemed extremely promising even though it's just launched into Early Access. So I want to talk about a few of the things I really like about it (and maybe a few that I don't). I will probably be drawing comparisons to Stardew Valley since it's the current preeminent Farming Sim of our time (but I'm not dissing it I love Stardew Valley as well. I think Fields of Mistria does a good job of taking what worked about Stardew and tweaking some things to improve even further)

But the tl;dr if you want it: I think this game is worth the money even in its current state

Trying to keep things as spoiler-free as possible, not that it's hard since the story isn't really too far yet in early access

Things that I like:

1 There is a wide range of cosmetics! Also, you don't have to store them anywhere. You "unlock" them, and then you can change your clothes, hair, skin tone, etc. at any time from the character customization menu. I'd have to check because I don't have the game right in front of me atm, but I think you can even change your name and the name of your farm at any time as well?

2) You don't actually need to have materials on hand to construct farm buildings, nor do you need to pre-clear the space! You buy the blueprint from the carpenter shop, which goes to your inventory. You take it back to your farm yourself and lay it down. Once you lay it down it spawns a drop box for materials, and you can put the materials in at your own pace. This makes it super easy to just drop a couple of wood in at the end of every day until it's done. This is a godsend for me especially, since I never remember to bring all the materials with me when I want to build things in Stardew

3) Speaking of convenience: you don't need to have any materials on hand when you're crafting! This is a godsend because when you initially start the game, all the crafting stations are in town and you have like no bag space. It'll just automatically withdraw things from your chest

The downside is, if you were trying to save stuff you have to be careful (the game will indicate when it starts drawing from your chests to craft the next item though, which is nice!)

4) Also speaking of convenience: shops are open and unlocked 24/7, and you don't have to have someone working there to buy things! This means if you realize you forgot to re-plant your crops at 10 pm you can still pop up to the general store to buy more seeds before the day is done

5) The romance events are all interesting and done well so far! I've only seen a couple though. It also appears that triggering them is based on completing a request on the community board, so you can't miss them like you might in Stardew

The downside is that there's so many community board quests that it's easy for these to get buried. I'm sure I've picked up half a dozen that I just haven't done yet because I haven't gotten around to knocking out some of these requests

6) I like that progressing in the mines requires you to collect items from the previous set of floors in the mines. It's good incentive to go back and collect more resources while still feeling like you're advancing

7) Dropping stuff on the ground and leaving it there won't de-spawn it. That means you can go around and "collect" resources, leave them there, and then circle back in a few hours or even a few days!

8) There's at least one older bachelor and bachelorette option! For the guys you have fellow farmer Hayden (who has a bit of a dad bod build) and the town's doctor Valen (she's a bit more masc looking). I'll take it

9) You can bang a dragon. They haven't completed the story enough to get events with him yet in Early Access, but he's a dragon. nuff said

10) You don't have to upgrade your tools in sequence, and equipment is separate from your cosmetics. This means you can skip straight from the worn pickaxe to the silver one!

Things I don't like (honestly most of these are minor nitpicks that can/might be improved upon):

1 I do wish there was some more body diversity, especially among the women. With the exception of Hayden pretty much all the romance options are pretty/handsome and slender (with pretty decently sized chests in the case of the women and pretty decently sized muscles in the case of the men)

I know they can design different body types because one of the Saturday Market vendors is a bit bigger (but she's not a romance option obviously), so why not?

2) Pretty much every item sells for less than it would if you were to craft it into something else. E.g. Iron ore sells for less than iron bars, and iron bars sell for less than an iron pickaxe

This is kind of half positive, half negative. It's good incentive to craft stuff! On the other hand, I'm a massive video-game hoarder so if I know I might be able to craft something that's worth more down the line I'll just save the item. This has turned my organization into a nightmare, and because I sell almost nothing money is much harder to come by

3) Backpack and storage management is. Woof. You start out with only ten item slots, and if you're like me and you carry all your tools all the time then that's going to fill up fast. At the start you'll only have ~2 slots to actually carry things other than tools. I think it only goes up in increments of 10 too, so even with the third bag upgrade you have about 30 slots (for reference, Stardew starts you with 12 and goes up in increments of 12 before capping out at 36)

I don't think this would be a problem if they just gave you a separate "tool bag" inventory where you could keep all your tools all the time, that didn't also take up bag space. Tools taking up bag space is honestly one of those "we should be over this by now" things in farming sims, IMO

4) Speaking of the bag... this is probably only a consideration if you play on controller, but the controls for swapping between items could use some work

If you've played Stardew with a controller then you know how it works. The left and right bumpers will swap between bag "tabs" and the triggers will move you between items in the currently selected tab. I haven't played around with trying to remap it, but by default Mistria doesn't do this.

Instead one of the triggers is to use a magic spell, the other is to throw items, and the bumpers are to swap between items in your bag. This means if you're on tab "A" and you need an item in tab "C" you need to manually press the bumper 10+ times until it scrolls aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way around to tab "C"

I think if you play with keyboard and mouse then you can just tap the different tabs so it's less of a problem

5) Minor nitpick, but when I play with a controller it doesn't get rid of the cursor. The cursor is pretty big and chunky so this is pretty distracting (I play on a dual monitor setup so I just move the mouse to the other monitor while I play, but it'd be nice if the cursor stayed gone while I played

6) So far the magic is a bit underutilized. I think I've only used the restore spell a handful of times when I was deep in the mines or fishing (fishing takes SO much energy). You have VERY limited magical stamina so you're probably not going to be using spells too much

I'll try to add to this if I think of more, but this is the stuff that's sticking out to me right now!

[crymzin-gutz]

ᴺⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵀᵒᵒⁿ.

(Cholly x Reader)

Cholly belongs to @heartfullofleeches

Tw: Slight body horror. Slight gore/blood descriptions. Suicide attempt (failed) by reader towards the end of the story.

October was becoming comfortable. Settling over the world, it chills the winds and turns the leaves into varying shades of oranges, reds, and browns, as they fall dead to the ground. The cold before the plague of winter.

You draped your body across the three seat cushions of your well-loved, and used, orange-brown couch. A hand rested on your stomach, lazily holding the remote, and the other hangs off of the side of the couch, your fingertips just barely touching the cold wooden panels of your flooring. Floors that needed to be swept- but that was a chore for another day. Today you didn’t plan on doing anything, it was your ‘binge-and-be lazy’ day; to do anything today would be sacrilegious. You didn’t have any plans, except to binge watch the many old horror films that were being ran on cable; and maybe if you felt like it, you’d cook dinner tonight. Though- ordering a pizza or two was always an appetizing option.

A black and white film was currently being played out on your television. Some old zombie flick. You hadn’t really been paying much attention when the title of the movie had been shown a while ago. Screams, panic, and mayhem being enacted on the screen for your entertainment. People being attacked and eaten, with blocky captions being typed out at the bottom of your screen. The captioning of ‘`Screams`’ was something you found slightly comedic. Seeming so bored and monotone when in comparison to the cheesy horror being played. Adding that special touch that just made it all that more entertaining.

The TV wasn’t up loud enough for you to miss the sound of someone creeping up behind you. The person’s (you still can’t tell if that adjective works for them, with them not really being a ‘person’  in the first place.) instinctual need to add music behind their attempt to be sneaky didn’t help them any. “Dudh dudh. Dudh dudh. Dudh dudh dudh.” Cholly audibly hums out, voice growing louder the closer they got. It was cute. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing and giving them away further. You didn’t want to spoil their fun. Afterall, you’ve grown quite fond of the living cartoon rabbit ever since they jumped out of your TV screen a year ago.

You kept your eyes focused on the gory scene -well as gory as a black and white film can be- being shown, while you listened to Cholly sneak up closer and closer behind you. You could just faintly make out the reflection of his fluffy long brown ears peeking over the couch on the television screen. They had gone quiet- which couldn’t mean anything good. The sounds of the movie quickly dominated the air. You were about to ask them what they were up to, when one of the human characters got attacked by one of the zombies in the movie. You were caught off guard, your attention having been focused on Cholly, you had stopped paying any real attention to the movie. Her painful screams cause you to flinch. Your body jumping upwards into a tense sitting position, your attention being forced back on the movie. And turning a blind eye to Cholly in the process. Giving them the perfect opportunity to strike.

As your attention is focused back onto the movie, wide eyes trained on the attack taking place, Cholly springs up from behind the couch like a jack-in-the-box. It all happened so quickly. One moment you were seeing his reflection pop up behind you, the next there was a burning pain shooting up your neck. A scream tears harshly from your throat as you jerk yourself forward, trying to escape whatever was hurting you. You hadn’t had the chance to process what had caused you pain. Not before the culprit was sobbing out terrified apologies.

“ Oh god! I-...I didn’t mean to, Sweets! Promise ya I didn’t!” Cholly blabbers out in wet sobs.

Rushing around the couch so they could face you. The look on Cholly’s face was one of pure dismay. The toon stood before you like a sinner before judgment. They're wearing a stereotypical and rather cartoon-ish looking vampire costume. The fur around their mouth is slightly damp, and it’s not because of the tears that are streaming down their cheeks. It’s wet with something darker. Their two front teeth are bloodied. They’re desperately wiping at their face, trying to clean themselves of their sin. 

They look like they want to come closer, with how they nervously reach out towards you before pulling their paw back to their side. Their whole body shaking with their despair over the damage they have caused. Their long brown ears drooped and hung limply. You were surprised that there wasn’t a rain cloud brewing above their head. Gingerly you reach up to touch at where the pain was coming from. Cholly rushes forward with a pained sound of their own when you hiss sharply and quickly pull your hand away. Your fingers coming away warm and wet. You were bleeding, and you were bleeding a lot. Which explains the mess around Cholly’s mouth.

“I didn’t mean to bite you that hard.” Cholly whimpers. “I really didn’t! I’d never EVER dream of hurting you. It was just supposed to be a joke! A light nibble is all.” They desperately try to explain themselves as they fret over you. Not touching you. No, they were too afraid to accidentally cause you anymore harm.

You swallow the knot that had tied itself in your throat. “It’s…It’s fine, Cholly. Accidents happen.” You reassure them, giving them a tight lipped smile. “I have a first aids kit in the bathroom, do you mind getting it for me?”

Cholly is quick to rush off. Quick to try and make amends for their mistake. Their betrayal. You watch them rush off like the devil was on their heels, keeping a hand pressed to the side of your neck no matter how much it stung to touch. You couldn’t help but feel nauseous as you felt your blood run down the curve of your neck. Your stomach twisting itself up, as an uneasy feeling of dread slowly seeps into your gut.

The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the chopping block as it slices through the potatoes you plan on using in your lunch stew fills your ears as your brain wanders. Thoughts drifting as you slide the chopped potatoes into the pot of water and start working on the next one. It has been about a week, give or take, since Cholly had bitten you. It was an accident, and you had already forgiven the rabbit that same day. The bite had looked worse than it was, it bleed far more than necessary for a surface level wound. Sure, it was one nasty bite. Their teeth had managed to break through a few layers of skin, but it wasn’t anything serious. At worst, it’ll leave a scar after the injury has healed. Atleast- that is what you had originally thought while Cholly had helped you bandage your neck, having insisted that they were to be the one to do it. 

You can’t say that you believe that anymore. Not after these past few days.

It had taken a bit for you to notice any difference. Having started small at first, it was subtle. Changes that hadn’t gone unnoticed, but just didn’t seem important enough for you to really pay any mind to them. Why would you? It’s not like a sudden increase of energy was all that worrisome. Everyone has days where they are more energetic than the one prior. You had actually enjoyed it the first day or two, when you were able to get your chores done easier and faster. It was nice when things that used to take up so much of your energy, didn’t even seem to drain you a little bit anymore. You were able to do so much. You even started on some hobbies that you’ve never had the time or energy to get around to. 

You enjoyed the increase of energy. That is until you could no longer stop. You started waking up feeling as if you had taken shots of espresso in your sleep. You’d wake up restless and wired, itching to get up and do something. And that’s only if you were able to fall asleep the night before. You’ve been struggling with sleep, you could hardly sleep nowadays and yet you aren’t tired. Not even a little bit. Instead there is a constant restless buzz in your bones. It’s an invader in your body that you can’t seem to exercise. You can’t seem to escape from it. It won’t. Leave. You. Alone.

It’s not like you were foaming at the mouth, or losing control of your limbs. No, nothing that sensible. You just couldn’t stop. You just… you constantly needed to be going. You were becoming an unstoppable force that not even you could control anymore. Your body wasn’t yours to control anymore, it was not yours to puppeteer around. Your fingers tapped on surfaces on their own accord, drumming out the beat of a song you did not know. Your body sways back and forth, to and for on your heels if you dare to stand in one place for any longer than a minute.

Your brain was constantly moving at the speed of a freight train. Thoughts passing by in a blur, so fast you could only catch glimpses of what your brain was trying to say to you. Your thoughts were screaming in your ears, coming together in a blur of noise that you could no longer make heads or tails of. You could not understand your own brain anymore. It was losing you and you were losing it.

You can feel it now. There’s an itch at the back of your brain that never stops scratching. It’s an itch that tells you that something is wrong with you. In you. There’s something different about you, something that is changing about you that you can’t stop. You can feel it messing around in your body. Changing things that aren’t meant to be changed. You know it’s there. Your brain is warning you, begging you to take notice and do something! But you can’t do anything because you don’t know what it is- “Fuck!” You jerk your hand away, dropping the knife as it clatters on to the tiled kitchen floor. You look down in horror at the finger you had just cut down upon. You had felt the knife slam down on it with enough force to cut halfway through it.

Your finger didn’t even have a nick.

“Doll!” 

You can hear Cholly on the other side of the door. Their knuckles desperately beating on wood. 

“Come on, please, Doll! Just open the door! We can figure this out together.”

You can hear them, though their voice sounds distant. Not just in the way of the locked bathroom door separating you two. But in the way that though these ears hear the words being spoken, by the time they reach your brain they’ve become submerged in water.

Staring at the person staring back at you in the mirror, tears blur your vision but the image of them is burnt into your mind. You couldn’t possibly forget what they looked like, not when their features have been haunting you for days. Maybe it’s the fur, you numbly ponder, which has their words seeming muffled.  You reach up with one hand, and grab hold of one of the rabbit-like ears by the base, and give it an experimental tug. Flinching at the dull ache that comes with it. They’re real. You know, yet you can’t help but to constantly check. You desperately hope for it not to be, for this all to be some fever dream that you just can’t seem to wake up from. A laugh tumbles out from your lips like broken glass, because of course you can’t wake up. No, no. That would be ridiculous, as this isn’t a dream. No, this is your reality. It has been for awhile now, slowly unfolding before you. Slow enough for you to watch it happening bit by bit, but too fast for you to stop it.

The bathroom door shakes as Cholly rams his body against it. Trying to get in to stop you. Your eyes drift over to the door, watching as it shakes with every slam of Cholly’s body against it. The doorknob rattles. “[Censor beep]! JUST OPEN THE DOOR!” The gun feels heavy in your hand, and your hand trembles as you hold it up to your temple. You don’t want to die. Atleast, you don't think you do. You don’t really know. You don’t know a lot of late, you don’t even know yourself. How can you when you’re not even sure you are yourself anymore? Can you still be yourself when so much has changed? Are you still yourself if you are a character of who you used to be?

You don’t know.

You don’t know. You don’t know. You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! You don’t know! YoU Don’T KnOW! You dOn’T KNow! YOu DoN’t KNoW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW!  YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE!

Click. Bang!

The gun goes off.

Cholly screams your name. 

The bathroom door breaks, wood splintering as it breaks off of its hinges. 

You blink, tears stopping, and you lower the gun from your head, and you look down at it. 

Sticking out of the barrel is a white flag, and written in big, black, bold letters is the word ‘BANG!’. It was almost comedic.

[soobjvn]

SPOTLIGHT ✴︎ 005. “ friends? acquaintances? ,,

PREV. TOC. NEXT.

✴︎ cw — smau + written (wc: 0.7k)

✴︎ taglist — @seunghancore @sngleehee @jakeyverse @llvrhee @sakanelli-afc @sincerelyrki @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @darlingz99 @enhaslxt

✴︎ a/n — i think ab those hee pics at least 5 times a day.

YN WAS IN the middle of internally questioning her luck, when her manager, donghyun, snapped her out of her thoughts.

“yn? we’re here.” she didn’t have the energy to give him anything more than a nod—not only because the whole heeseung ordeal was stressful enough, but her managers had so kindly scheduled this meeting for 8am—and she slid out of the car door, looking up at the massive HYBE building in front of her, its height seemingly taunting her and her unfortunate circumstances. her and heeseung’s managers had settled on this location, as it was a safer option than a local coffee shop where they’d likely be spotted by fans.

it was equally as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside, she mentally remarked, as she strode in the door being held open for her. sure, she’d been here before for meetings or to pick up soobin after practice for late night ramen runs, but it never failed to amaze her. CUBE seemed incredibly dull in comparison—and not just physically.

“alright, they said to meet them on the 4th floor… room 407,” donghyun read off from his text messages, giving yn an encouraging smile. the elevator ride felt far too short, yn thought, its ding! a signal they’d arrived, but also that yn was too close to the moment she’d been dreading.

it didn’t take them long to find the room, as a staff member stood outside of room 407, holding its door open and beckoning them inside while offering them coffee. yn accepted it hastily. she would need something to get her through this.

“ah, i’m incredibly sorry,” the staff member who yn assumed to be heeseung’s manager started, sitting across from yn and her manager. “heeseung’s running a bit late this morning. he should be here any minute now.”

really? even when he’s not physically present he still manages to be an inconvenience. yn texted her mental complaints to her group chat and scoffed. but, heeseung’s manager—who introduced herself as sunhee—was correct, and not even two minutes later the man himself rushed into the room, running a hand through his disheveled hair. yn couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that his tardiness may have been the result of his photoshoot she’d seen pictures from on his twitter earlier.

“i’m so sorry,” he began, taking the seat directly across from yn. “i hope you weren’t waiting too long?” he was speaking to her and her manager, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his eyes locked solely on yn.

“no worries, we just arrived.” heeseung visibly relaxed then, nodding at donghyun’s words.

“oh, good,” he smiled, folding his hands properly on the table. “it’s nice to see you, yn.”

“yeah, you too.” yn leaned back casually, her arms crossed.

what is up with him and his staring? she watched him as his eyes observed her face, as if she was a specimen he had to study. he let his eyes drop only momentarily to the rest of her, a notion that didn’t go unnoticed by yn. creep.

“well,” donghyun began after introducing himself to heeseung. “i hear there’s some… discord between the two of you?”

“yes.”

“not really.”

they spoke their conflicting answers simultaneously, making their managers exchange confused glances. yn gave heeseung a stern look, but the look he gave her in return was nothing but playful.

“to clarify, she doesn’t like me.” heeseung’s grin grew as he watched yn visibly swell with frustration.

“for valid reasons.”

“such as?”

“do you want a list?”

“i don’t think i’m that awful, yn.”

“well, heeseung, maybe you should rethink that.”

“hm, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

he cannot be serious.

“heeseung, i swear—”

“okay!” sunhee clapped her hands together, casting donghyun a concerned look, but he only laughed.

“ah, i think i see what’s going on here.” he twirled the pen in his hand. he gave sunhee a knowing grin, and she nodded in agreement. whatever nonverbal language this was, yn didn’t like it. “but i digress. our goal today is to get you two on better terms, but obviously we have some ways to go…”

“definitely.” sunhee sighed, stirring her coffee.

“hey, not my fault,” heeseung chimed in, raising his hands defensively, and it took everything in yn not to throw her latte on his face. “come on, let’s just be friends, yn, hm?”

“no.”

“acquaintances?”

“no.”

“well, i tried.” he combed his hair with his fingers again, keeping eye contact that yn hated to admit made her stomach churn. she could certainly admit he was an asshole, but to call him anything less than gorgeous would simply be a lie.

yn sighed, sipping her drink. this is going to be a long meeting.

— soobjvn 𐙚⊹