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i dont use spotify but i did end up doing a new install of poweramp almost exactly a year ago because i switched phones so here's what's the top of the "most played" category. i wanna be involved too LOL
#now this is not a list of the things i most listened to - because the way poweramp categorizes plays seems to be like#how many times you specifically click on a song#and i listen to everything on shuffle forever. my method of listening to music is put the thing on shuffle and press next until i find#something i wanna listen to and then put that on repeat#and i dont think poweramp classifies finding something on shuffle nor does it classify repeats as more plays#BUT these songs were specifcally clicked by me a bunch so thats something LOL#not the top 10 because my settings make only the top 8 visible in a screenshot HFJDKHJD BUT if u wanna know#9 was kage asobi (another jump into the new world song LOL) and number 10 was the poet and the muse from alan wake 1#as u can see i was listening to the liella subunit album a LOT and specifically i was clicking the different songs often#largely cause i was trying to get a handle on the new girl tomoris voice HJKDS but also because 5yncri5e sounds FANTASTIC#especially a little love like kinako and tomori OWN that song they song so so good in it#also for some reason i remembered that portugal the man song from like the far off year of 2010 and it was stuck in my head a lot hjkdhd#triage is great i dunno its just a really fun song to listen to. i was also so very shocked by the video that shidou. is a dad. LOL#mkdr/dscf is just an addicting song so i definitely was aiming for it often#idol is just a very good song also LOL#and hanako by atarashii gakko is so fun everyne should listen to atarashii gakko#also like most of these songs i like partially becaue they make me think of specific ocs but im too lazy to say which ones are which LOL#but thats another reason they were clicked on rather than shuffled to. thinking about.....ocs HJKFSL
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So why do you hate the advertising industry?
Hokay so.
Let me preface this with some personal history. It's not relevant to the sins of the advertising industry perse but it illustrates how I started to grow to hate it.
I wanted to be a veterinarian growing up, but to be a vet you basically have to be good enough to get into medical school. I do not have the math chops or discipline to make it in medical school. I went into art instead, and in a desperate attempt to find some commercial viability that didn't involve moving to California, I went into graphic design.
I've been a graphic designer for about seven or eight years now and I've worn a lot of hats. One of them was working in a print shop. Now, the print shop had a lot of corporate customers who had various ad campaigns. One of them was Gate City Bank, which had a bigass stack of postcards ordered every couple months to mail to their customers.
Now, paper comes from Dakota Paper, and they make their paper the usual way. Somewhere far, far from our treeless plain there is a forest of tall trees. These trees are cut down and put on big fossil fuel burning trucks and hauled to a paper mill that turns them into pulp while spewing the most fowl odors imaginable over the neighboring town and loads the pulp up with bleach to give it a nice white color.
Then the paper is put on yet another big truck and hauled off to the local paper depot, then put on another big truck and delivered to my print shop, where I turned the paper into postcards telling people to go even deeper into debt to buy a boat because it's almost summer. The inks used are a type of nasty heat sensitive plastic that is melted to the surface of the paper with heat. Then the postcards are put on yet ANOTHER truck and sent to the bank, which puts them on ANOTHER truck and finally into the hands of their customers, who open their mail and take one look at the post card and immediately discard it.
Heaps and heaps and literal hundreds of pounds of literal garbage created at the whim of the marketing team several times a year. And thats just one bank in one city.
I came to realize very quickly that graphic design was the delicate art of turning trees into junk mail.
And wouldn't you know it there are a TON of companies that basically only do junk mail. Many of them operate under the guise of a "charity," sending you pictures of suffering children or animals and begging for handouts and when they get those handouts the executives take a nice fat cut, give some small token amount to whatever cause they pay lip service to, and then put the rest of the cash right back into making more mailers. "Direct mail marketing" they call it.
Oh but maybe it's not so bad, you can advertise online after all. Now that there's decent ad blocker out there and better anti-virus ads usually don't destroy your computer anymore just by existing.
Except now when I search for the exact business I want on Google it's buried under three or four different "promoted search items" tricking me into clicking on them only to shoot themselves in the foot because I searched for the specific result I wanted for a reason and couldn't use those other websites even if I felt like it.
And now we have advertising on YouTube and on every streaming service, forcing more and more eyes onto the ad for the brand new Buick Envision that parks itself because you're too stupid to do it on your own.
Oh thats ok maybe I'll get Spotify premium and go ad free and listen to some podcasts- SIKE we have the hosts of your show doing the song and dance now. Are you depressed and paranoid from listening to my true crime podcast about murdered and mutilated teenagers? That's ok, my sponsor Better Help can keep you sane enough to stay alive and spend more money.
It's gotten so terrible that now you have content farms, huge hubs of shell companies that crank out video after video to get more and more precious clicks. Which if the videos were innocuous maybe that wouldn't be so awful except now you have cooking hacks that can actually burn your house down and craft hacks that can electrocute you being flung into your eyes at the speed of mach fuck so some slimy internet clickbait jockey doesn't need to get a real job.
It of course goes without saying that animals are also relentlessly exploited by clickbait companies that will put them in compromising situations on purpose to create a fake fishing hack video or even just straight up killing them for sport by feeding small animals to a pufferfish that rips them apart for the camera.
And all of this, ALL of this doesn't even touch how adveritising is the death of art in general. Queer topics, any kind of interesting art, any kind of sex or substance use topics are scrubbed clean and hidden at the behest of advertisers.
Sex education, a nude statue, topics such as racism or sexism or bigotry in general have tags purged or hidden from search, even life saving information about SDTs or drug use, because if someone saw that and complained then Verizon might sell fewer tablets and we can't fucking have that.
Conservative talking heads often bitch and moan that they're being censored on social media. The stupid part is, they're right! They are being censored! But it's not by a woke mob, it's by ATT and Coca Cola not wanting their adspace sharing screen time with their stupid fucking opinions.
However, they won't ever figure that out, because the talking heads they get their marching orders from like Tucker and Jones ALSO rely on the sweet milk flowing from the sponsorship teat and they aren't about to turn on their meal ticket so they have to come up with even stupider shit to say for the train to continue rolling.
I managed to rant this far without even getting into the ads I see for the beauty industry. The other day a botox ad described wrinkles as "moderate to severe crows feet" as if wrinkles are a symptom of a fucking serious disease! Like having a flaw in your skin is a medical problem that you need thousands of dollars of literal botulism toxin to fix! I was incandescent with anger.
Advertising is a polluting, censoring, anti educational and anti art industry at it's very core. It destroys human connections, suppresses human thought and makes us hate our own bodies. It ads no value, actively detracts from value, and serves no real purpose and I believe it should be almost if not entirely banned.
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A very self indulgent Billford playlist!
Self indulgent, because this music does not appeal to the masses at all; these songs are limited to the stuff I listen to. So Iâm being VERY transparent about my embarrassing taste in music right now! Plus, NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS!!! But I hope some of these resonate with you. This is a little collection Iâve formed in my phone notes since I got into this ship a couple weeks ago.
Not a fancy spotify playlist, itâs just links to the music on youtube.Â
Iâve got this divided into parts:
-The Billford Songs
-The In This Moment Billford Songs
SO MUCH of their music is enemies/lovers perfection. Iâve thought about so many *killing you but also making out with you* pairings to this shit, because these songs were like, DESIGNED to be recycled for any and all love hate relationships, and still hit insanely hard EVERY TIME. So now that you have these songs under your belt, you have them FOREVER. Youâre welcome. I havenât even listened to all their music, Iâm sure thereâs more songs for this category that I simply havenât discovered.
-TheâŠMaybeâŠBillford Songs
My standards were kinda high for making this list. But every song is about your ship when youâre insane, right??? So these are the maybeâs. Oneâs Iâve thought about billford to, but maybe the lyrics donât totally align.
Playlist under the cut! I wasnât gonna ramble about each song but WHOOPS I DID đ€·ââïž
The Billford songs:
Monophobia - Deadmau5 (Extended version, cuz itâs the best.)
THE LYRICS⊠THE LYRICS!!!! Definitely bill pining in theraprism.Â
Propane Nightmares - Pendulum
This one WAS gonna go in the maybeâs, but I convinced myself otherwise after listening to it eighty more times, and now itâs up here on top. And fuck it, this is the *self indulgent* billford playlist, so I do what I want. I go into a fucking trance when I listen to this song, so I canât really explain 110% why this is a billford song to me, but Iâll try. Apparently, this song is about the heavens gate cult. So not enemies/lovers angst. But looking at the lyrics, you could interpret it as giving yourself to something greater, and coming to the realization that what you pledged yourself to is actually a very bad thing which will ultimately destroy you. (also, you canât deny that there was some cult like manipulation happening with Bill and Ford. Sense of purpose and friendship.) Definitely billford-y when you consider Fords commitment to bill. And Iâll admit, when I listen to it, there is some pov switching. Because the âtrail of fireâ, âwe will be as oneâ, and âbring it on homeâ is VERY reminiscent of bill executing weirdmageddon. So overall, my interpretation of this song is Ford feeling torn about bill, feeling regret, feeling scared, and Bill of course, just wanting to bring the dimensions together. âBRING IT ON HOME!!!!â Or I just like the song.Â
Rule 34 - Fish in a Birdcage
Bestie recommended this song to me. It needs no explanation.
Painkiller - The Queenstons
âŠNEEDS NO EXPLANATION DSKFDSKJHF Itâs similar to the above, just more⊠scary imo. Violent. Definitely bill being a little psycho. I really love this song. Itâs very recyclable too. You have it for any toxic ship now.Â
9V - The Queenstons
One of my favorite Lapfox/Halley Labs songs⊠Iâm gonna give you the lyrics, itâs a bit hard to understand without them. In my eyes, itâs about betraying Ford. Also these vocals (and other music by this artist) works so well for bill because of the synthesized voice.Â
LoveBOMB - S3RL
This is a new S3RL song. This song sounds like a tantrum, and I really liked it when I first heard it, but it didn't fit anything I was into at the time. Luckily, bill suffered a horrible breakup, and now this song has itâs meaning.Â
When I'm There - S3RL
Bill thinking about joining the third dimension with Ford.Â
Click Bait - S3RL
Iâve listened to this one a LOT before this, and I surprised myself with how much it aligns with bill, specifically, him tricking Ford.
Space-Time - S3RL
Speaks for itself.
Sodom & Gomorrah - Dorian Electra
This oneâs just funny :)
The In This Moment Billford Songs
Sick Like Me
Sexual Hallucination
This is one of those recyclable songs, but I was damn surprised at how well the lyrics suited them, because it alludes to being out of body, possession, etc.
Blood
Half God half devil
Roots
Whore
Damn it, I cant deny this one suits them.
Big Bad Wolf
DAMN IT I wasnât gonna include this one, but I just checked the lyrics and fuck, it works. In this moment, how are you so wonderful
TheâŠMaybeâŠBillford Songs
Illuminaughty - Infected Mushroom
I'm kind of grasping at straws with these lyrics, but with a title like that? Come on
The Pretender - Foo Fighters, Infected Mushroom, Turbo Remix
Three versions, for whichever suits your fancy.
Leopold - Infected Mushroom
This one has NO LYRICS, but it has this buildup that sounds really cool, and it has an abrupt decrescendo. Reminds me of their "friendship" and how it all came crashing down.
Idolize - Dorian Electra
Hmmmmm, I just like Dorian. But the idolization thing works for obvious reasons.
Thatâs it! Hope you enjoy. Maybe I'll do an expansion pack of sorts if I find enough songs for a part 2.
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how about Neil trying to flirt with Andrew the way mermaids do? do you think Andrew would notice?
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Brazil is definitely on my travel list ^_^ (Iâm saving up for it)
As for Neil flirting the mermaid way, he technically already has on accidentđ
Every time Neil catches food for Andrew (that he specifically likes) it counts as courting. Neil playing with Andrewâs tail is also flirting. Neil touching Andrewâs hair and bringing him gifts to decorate his tail with, thatâs all mermaid flirting/courting methods.
But Andrew understands that Neil may just not know it so Andrew never comments on it or tells Neil. It isnât until Neil finally complains to Matt (who he sees very little of since pod alliances stretch so far) Matt gives him more obvious ways to flirt.
There are multiple ways to court or flirt as a mermaid. Proving your hunting skill, grooming each others tails and offering prizes like decorations or tools. On a closer level, some mermaids write songs or perform dances but andreil isnât the type for it. There are many many more options (almost unlimited) but the one Matt suggests is called Hooking.
Hooking, for mermaids, occurs many stages later in courting when a mermaid will hook their tail onto their partners and create clicking sounds as they press noses. If their partner agrees to a bond (lifelong) then theyâll vocalize with them and press back.
However, Neil chickens out as soon as he grabs tails with Andrew (asked for permission first ofc) since it becomes too intimate to him. This is when andreil stops trying to force it with courtship and just agrees to a âthisâ between them. (Also means that yes, they become lifelong mates)
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TikTok Gone Viral
Paring: charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina reader
Summary: Y/N used a specific TikTok audio and it goes VIRAL
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: I had this audio in my head so like why not. Itâs my version of making Y/N a âPR nightmareâ as other fanfic authors put it
Y/N was scrolling through TikTok while Charles was washing dishes, as he should because she cooked, and came across a video of a girl using a Megan Thee Stallion song with the caption âovulation week be likeâ. She thought it would be fun to use the same audio so she put her phone against the napkin stand they have in the counter and started recording.
I need *points to self* this pussy *points down* on his *points to Charles off screen* nose *points to her nose* I spread it, I spread it, I pose *random dancing*
However, she did not see Charles move into the frame as she danced because she had her head down and just posted it without looking back at it. She did caption it âneeding my boyfriend a little too much latelyâ and just exited TikTok. Their relationship has always been private, no one really knew Charles was dating anyone after Alexandra and theyâve only been dating for a few months. At least it WAS private.
âWhat were you filming, Mon ange?â Charles asked.
âJust a silly little TikTok, muñeco, donât pay mind to it.â Y/N said.
âAlright well Iâm done with the dishes, you want to watch a movie?â Charles asked
âCan we watch âNosotros Los Noblesâ?â Y/N asked.
âWhatever you want, Mon ange.â Charles said.
âGet the chips.â Y/N said as she got up from where she was sitting to head to their bedroom for a blanket while Charles gets chips from the pantry. They both headed over to their couch, sat down, Y/N put the blanket over them, and Charles gave her the bag of chips and passed her the remote. âOkay, itâs has English subtitles, so I hope you find this movie funny.â
âIâm sure I will.â Charles said. Sadly, both fell asleep on the couch, charles was cuddling Y/N. However, with Charlesâs phone charging in his bedroom, he missed multiple missed calls from the Ferrari media manager, Fred, Pierre, Arthur, and his other friends. Y/N also has missed calls from her friends
The next morning, Y/N woke up on top of Charles. She shook him awake.
âMuñeco, we fell asleep on the couch, get up.â Y/N said and Charles woke up.
âMm, what time is it?â Charles asked.
âI Donât know, my phone is charging in the room.â Y/N said, getting off the couch to get her phone.
âCan you get my phone too?â Charles asked.
âSure thing, muñeco.â Y/N went to their bedroom and unplugged their phones and she was shocked to see how many missed calls both of them received. âCharles, you have so many missed calls, here.â Y/N handed him his phone.
âThanks Mon ange.â Charles said. He unlocked his phone and called the media manager. âHello?â
âCharles Iâve been trying to reach you yesterday, your girlfriend posted something on TikTok.â The media manager said and Charles was very confused.
âHow do you know I have a girlfriend?â Charles asked and Y/Nâs head popped up.
âWhat about me?â Y/N whispered asked and Charles made an âI donât knowâ face.
âThe whole world knows she your girlfriend because youâre in the background of her now VIRAL TikTok. Iâll talk to you later.â The media manager hung up and Charles looked at Y/N.
âMa Belle, my beautiful beautiful girlfriend, what did you post on TikTok last night?â Charles asked. Y/N took out her phone to open up TikTok.
âJust a silly TikTok using a trendy audioâŠoh shit, I gained SOOO many followers.â Y/N laughed and Charles took her phone to click on her profile and see the video he posted. His eyes widened when he saw himself appear on screen. The video had 9.1 million likes, 60.7 thousand comments, 231.8 thousand saves, and 76.3 thousand shares. Y/N looked over his shoulder. âOh thatâs why the video went viral. Oh Iâm so sorry, muñeco, I didnât know you appeared, I didnât rewatch the video before posting, are you in trouble?â
âI donât think Iâm in trouble but now I have to introduce you as my girlfriend.â Charles said. âWe are no longer private, Mon ange.â
âShit, I was doing so well without the hate comments.â Y/N pouted and Charles chuckled before kissing her.
âI hope youâre ready, Mon ange.â Charles said before he grabbed his phone to record a video. âHello everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. We have been dating for a few months. Say hello, Mon Chou.â Charles said, pointing the phone to Y/N.
âHelloâ Y/N waved shyly. Charles pointed the phon back to him.
âWe met at her job, sheâs actually a bartender, it was after my break up with Alex, we talked, we hit it off, we started hanging out, and now weâre dating, not that itâs any of your business. But I like her a lot and weâre happy together.â Charles stopped the video and posted it on his Instagram.
âYou really had to say I was a bartender?â Y/N asked.
âWell you are a bartender, mon coeur.â Charles said.
âWatch them say Iâm only after your money.â Y/N said.
âBut we both know thatâs not true, your salary is pretty good AND you get tips. I am glad I donât have to hide you anymore though, I can finally post pictures of us together.â Charles said, kissing her.
âWell Iâm glad youâre happy. Do you have to go to maranello?â Y/N asked.
âNope, you want to go out today? We could go on the yacht.â Charles suggested.
âOoh, a picnic on the yacht?â Y/N asked,
âYep.â Charles said.
âIâm gonna start cooking.â Y/N said already looking in the pantry to see if they have anything to make. Charles just looked at her with love in his eyes, now the whole world knows he has the cutest person as his girlfriend.
The End
Hope yâall liked it, I found this very fun to write. Also, is there a market for Logan Sargeant x Hispanic reader fanfics?
#hispanic reader#latina#hispanic#tiktok gone viral#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x you#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic
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iâm in love with literally anything you write! i was wondering by if you could make a dealer!chris + doll!reader fic with either fluff or angst (dare i say very specificđ€) to an ariana grande song (your choice) !! <3
soo sweet <3 sorry this took so long. loosely based off 'in my head' by ariana grande !
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"Hereâs the thing: youâre in love with a version of a person that youâve created in your head, that you are trying to but cannot fix."
chris is hunched overâback aching and muscles sore. you eye him from your position next to him on the worn sofa, watching as he snorts another line of coke. white powder is speckled slightly around his nostrils, exhaling as he sits up and stretches his shoulders out. sniffing and wiping at his nose with his finger, he exhales and clicks his tongue.
you don't dare to say much, noticing how he seems to be 'in his element' or whatever. you aren't exactly a fan of chris' constant drug usage and his dealsâbut it's kind of his 'job' and he gets money for it. as long as he's getting by without trouble, right?
you've tried a few times to try and persuade him to stop. to quit, get sober, find a better way of making money. because the chris you fell in love with wasn't this chris, god, he couldn't exactly be more different from how he is right now. but complaining never helped, he always went on some shit like 'hey, don't forget who pays for your shit now. that pretty cami y'got on? yeah, i got you that.'
but chris isn't a bad person, no. he's sweet, nice. he cares for the people around him and screws the people who screw him. your fingers intertwine together as you mindlessly fiddle with them when some girls creep up towards chris to buy from him.
you don't miss the way his lips curl into a sluggish smirk, leaning back into the plush cushions and starting up conversation with them. they are pretty, you have to admit that. you'd be worried he would take the chance to swoop up a pretty girl from the group, but this is chris. he's loyal, and he's stated and shown it multiple times.
you bring your legs up, curling to the sideâone on top of the other in your side sitting position as you tug your skirt down gently. your eyes try not to focus on anything in particular, trying to relax and sink into the arm chris has looped around your shoulders as he holds you firmly to his side.
you glance at him when his fingers mindlessly fiddle with the strap of your tanktop, digits tapping on the bare skin of your arm a few times. and then chris slides away from you, hips raising and his hand patting his back pocket. it's only now he spares you a quick lookâeyes shifting back to the band of girls in front of him.
one of them was leaning towards him, and you could practically see her tits spilling out from the tight dress she had on. a wad of cash was in her hand, manicured nails grazing chris' hand when he hands her a little baggy of white substance. his tongue clicks against his mouth and you try to ignore the disappointment in you when his hand doesn't fall across your shoulders again.
the lights of the party are blinding and a variety of flashy colors, loud rap music seeming to make your ears ring. your fingers tap against your thigh a few times as you mindlessly draw little hearts on your skin, knowing how much chris hates it when you do that to him. even though he didn't really care at first and even called it 'cute'.
you recall the way many of your own friends told you to just be carefulâchris isn't what he seems. he'll use you for something and leave you all alone, or he'll love bomb you then leave one day without any explanation. but that hasn't happened to you yet, and it's been a good few months already. you never have a thought in your head that thinks chris would cheat on you, he just isn't like that.
confusion overtakes your features when you see chris standing up, grinning at that one girl as her friends giggle and shuffle away. you immediately start to sit up, always following chris around and not getting the memo that he was about to leave you to go bang a girl. he spots you about to get up, clearing his throat as a big hand comes to shove your shoulder gently to get you to sit back down. "hey, m'gonna go somewhere for a sec. stay here. a'ight doll?"
you blink at him. what? you dont get what he's about to do, but chris is already starting away with the girl in tow. and you want to follow, because what the fuck? but you sit still, like chris told you toïżœïżœa feeling of dread filling you when you see him whisper something against the girls' lips and start kissing at her face and neck while dragging her into an empty room.
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âž INTERESTS; - pro-hero! katsuki bakugo x f! intern reader
âž BACKGROUND; - (requested submission by @nivphcyo) As you reached your early twenties, you successfully received a part time job as an intern within a specific pro-heroâs company. More specifically one youâve had a crush on since your teens, so you do everything in your power to make him see you the way you do him.
âž WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 1.5k, employee x boss trope, friends with benefits, working environment, age gap (48 & 22), smut, slight dirty talk, daddy/sir kink, overstimulation, p in v (unprotected), orgasm mention (both m & f), oral sex (f!receiving), marking/hickey mentions, kissing, romantic gestures, romantic tension, sexual tension, indecision, etc.
âža.i; - thank you for the req!! sorry itâs short but i hope you enjoy it and itâs within what you expected, i had fun writing it!! xoxo
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His eyes hadnât left your figure as you walked into his office for the second time this week. Your heels clicking onto the clean tile floors as he watched from his desk, slowly covering his mouth with his hand before dragging it down and looking away.
He soon stood up, buttoning the single button he had removed on his tuxedo jacket before walking over to you and leaving his hand out to shake. You took it and shook it politely, now making eye contact with him before he let your hand go and looked away.
Katsuki Bakugo was one of many things, a pro-hero, a model, a former teacher, a former husband, and a current businessman. Out of all of his professions has he never encountered a problem as great as the one in front of him today. You were a problem, you always had been since you first started several months ago.
As he went over your files and heard of the others within his firm speaking of you he hadnât taken much thought into it, but when you came into his office all cheerful and happy he knew. He knew how much of an issue this couldâve spiraled into if he didnât get control of himself.
He was too old to be dealing with this, far too old. The only thing that could make others not tell it either was possibly the fact that his natural hair color was so light, practically camouflaging the grey hairs that made their ways out from his scalp. He could tell of course, he always has been able too, and even as he let his beard grow out slowly he could tell. The small dashes of grey and sand that seemed to mix together within his beard proved it.
By some miracle that he mightâve prayed for, he gained a compliment from you on your first encounter, complimenting his hairstyle along with his beard. You spoke of how it suited his figure and level of maturity, that you liked it, and honestly the way you spoke he was sure you had purred the words out instead of spoke. Whatever it was had him hooked, he was hooked onto you even though he knew he shouldnât have been.
If anything you were a little under half of his age, and towards some alarm it hadnât bothered you, but it had to him entirely. Let alone the fact you were his employee, working towards his firm to support his work as a pro-hero, knowing he would retire soon enough further down the years.
He wasnât sure what had switched within you or what caused you to make such a drastic thought, but when you began to come to work with different attire it awoken something in him. Your skirts getting shorter or tighter, wearing your tuxedo jacket less and less within the firm unless there was a change in weather. He hated it, he hated what you were doing and he hated how it made him feel.
He also hated how whenever you would walk into his office and did that little thing youâd do with your hands or face before letting your hair down slightly. You were teasing him, you both knew it, you loved it and you loved watching his expression. The two of you had already knew he was drawn to you, so overall if you were flirtatious or teasing there was nothing he could do to stop you or say to stick professional, because deep down in his dark desires he loved it.
He wasnât sure if it was just lust or love, maybe a mixture of both, but he didnât want anything else to do with anyone unless if it was you. He was just as quick to call you into his office to listen to your reports as much as he was jealous when you would be on break with other men in the firm. He would always keep his eye on you from afar, gritting his teeth as he watched you laugh with them, sway your hips, flip your hair to tie it back, reapplying parts of your makeup.
You knew better than to do things like that when he had his eyes on you, of course you didnât actually know that, he just assumed you did. He thought the ideas and hints between the two of you were made clear without sharing any words, but apparently he was wrong. This alone has now brought the two of you here, into his office late at night after everyoneâs shifts had finished.
He now was quick to offer you a seat in front of his desk as he walked over to the large glass window behind him, serving as a wall as he looked down towards the dimly lit city. He took a sharp deep breath attempting to push down the sinful thoughts he had of you earlier before speaking.
âL/n, you are one of the hardest working women I have here in my firm, and youâve also been here for nearly a year now.â He started, still looking out the window but speaking loud enough for you to hear, your eyes were glued onto his back with furrowed brows, thinking to yourself what he mustâve been waiting to say or break the news to you.
âBut Iâve also taken notice of your sudden relationship with one of the other male coworkers recently, and must ask if things have remained professional between the two of you.â He spoke, slightly turning his head over his shoulder awaiting your response, you immediately began to stutter before speaking.
âOf course sir, thereâs nothing happening between us. We just joke around too much about personal stuff and other things.â You spoke in a worried tone, shaking your head slightly as you raised your hands to speak with them. He only looked back out to the window again before speaking, huffing as he did so.
âSo him speaking this morning of how he was going to quote on quote âFuck you senseless until you canât thinkâ was also a part of the joke?â He said, his voice laced with anger. If anything even if he wasnât turned around you could see the thick vein that would appear out of his forehead and throat out of frustration.
Honestly you were taken aback by his saying, not even aware that he had said nothing like that. You wore a shocked look on your face, thinking back to him and shuddering at the feeling of him saying those things with the other guys. You quickly realized that your silence mightâve been taken as an answer and stood up in a rush to defend yourself.
âNo sir, under no circumstance was I even aware that he had said any of those things about me. I am entirely sorry, Iâve let this strain out too far, I never knew he was that type of person.â You stated, now standing up and attempting to make your way over to him slowly.
He caught onto the click of your heels again, his attitude less angry now as he could smell your perfume from behind him. This wasnât fair, no matter how hard he tried or how upset he was at the world he could never be with you. It was as if the universe itself was teasing him instead of you, taunting him with something he had been craving, desired, but couldnât have.
You were everything to him, and he knew it, you were intelligent and charismatic, if anything your personality was the entire opposite of his and he adored it. You gave him hope, and just by several conversations with you or about you he realized exactly what you were to him. There was even a time where he had opened up to you about his ex wife, to which you laughed at her traits and compared yourself to him, saying you would never do such things or even dream of acting that way.
And he seconded it, believing every word you said and even added that whoever you were with in the future would be lucky to have you. Then refraining back to business as he always had when the tension between the two of you became too strong. Now he had to stand here and settle this with you, his feelings included.
âI trust you.â He spoke, now turning around slowly to look at you. You only looked at him with a worried expression as your heels clicked to a stop, looking into his eyes with a slight frown. You only replied in agreement before speaking again, this time your tone hinted seriousness.
âI like my men much more older than me anyways.â You added, smirking slightly as you watched his body stiffen as his breath hitched. He quickly made his way around you before taking a seat at his soft chair at his desk, his back now facing you. You only raised a brow and made your way over to him waverly.
This was wrong, he thought to himself about everything, anything that could die down the feeling of excitement he felt when you spoke those words to him. He was old enough to be your father if he wanted, let alone the fact you worked for him, it was forbidden, everything about it was.
A large emphasis on was, because as of right now he had you spread across his desk. Your back laid flat on the harsh cold wood as your legs were spread. Your face was flushed and your hair had been a mess, let alone the lipstick you wore, as it was no surprise that your clothing had been practically forced off, scattered across the floor behind you as he ate you out.
Your small moans and mewls were like music to his ears as he hummed in satisfaction listening to you. He was intoxicated by you and everything you did, so when his grip on your thighs tightened from how hard you gripped his hair and your rambling had gotten louder he wasted no time in applying more pressure. The sight from his point of view was for sore eyes, watching as beads of sweat trickled down your throat and forehead out of concentration, and your hair sticking to parts of your face. Even every now and then when you would whimper and throw your head back as tears rolled down your cheeks, he loved it.
âSir, Iâm so close, please- fuck.â You whined, your legs now taking the initiative to press closed, nearly closing his head in between as he held your legs spread, only humming in response to which your body shook, feeling the vibrations in your clit.
Sooner than later your orgasm had washed over you harshly, your back arching as you mumbled over and over lines of curse words. Attempting to wash over your high you practically began to ride his face, heavy moans and grunts leaving your throat as you seized, now attempting to sit up straight to look at him.
He had a large grin plastered on his face, a mixture of saliva and your remains coated his lips before he licked them and yanked you closer to him. His now unbuttoned shirt was being removed as he wore a wife eater underneath, you placed your hand on his chest, quick to roll it up as he removed it.
For someone within his late forties his body was to kill for, he mightâve lost a lot of things or changed on various occasions but his body and physique wasnât one of them. You quickly looked away flushed and drew your hand away, only for him to pull it back and place it back over his torso.
âYou asked for this remember? Now help me out.â He spoke, now drawing your attention back to him before unzipping his pants, his painful erection now springing free as he pulled down his underwear. You took action before he could, your cold hands dragging down before making your way to it, hearing him hiss as you pressed your thumb over his tip.
It had leaked of pre-cum and if you hadnât known any better when you picked up your head to look at him it seemed as if he was embarrassed by it. You wasted no time before aligning yourself against it, rubbing up and down on it attempting to coat it in your slick before pressing it towards your entrance.
Quickly catching you by surprise Katsuki slammed into you, his thrusts quick and rough as you yelled at the sudden movement towards how sensitive you were from your primary orgasm. Your hands made way to his shoulders, practically hanging onto him for dear life as he bent down and whispered into your ear.
âWhatcha think? Gonna be my little work slut? Huh?â He asked, pulling back slightly as he was answered with your moans getting louder before playing with your nipples with one hand, as he placed the other one down on the desk beside you as leverage. The way you moaned several names towards him and cried underneath him gave him his answer, especially with how quickly you were nodding now. He was surprised at first seeing and listening to you, muttering the words âdaddyâ and âsirâ repeatedly, it had awakened something in him he hadnât expected.
He only chuckled at you before releasing your nipples from his grasp and pushing down on your lower abdomen, his large hand finding way over your pelvis. His smirk had now widened as a realization came to mind before he spoke again.
âCan you feel me right here? Yeah? You feel daddy inside you?â He asked with a coo, almost as if to mock you before your tears become more, nodding to him as your nails were now digging into his skin as your legs were left lifted into the air. Somehow by your surprise your left heel had still remained on your foot, your stockings now full of sweat and having a large tear in the middle between your legs.
âPlease, please sir, I canâtâ you whined, now changing the name you had called him prior between daddy and sir. He only persisted you could as he angled himself deeper inside of you, hissing as he felt you continue to tighten around him, your gummy walls weakening him.
It hadnât helped that now it felt as if he was destroying you from inside out, his tip brutally brushing against your cervix with each thrust. Causing your curses and babbles to become louder and louder as he lowered his hand to play with your clit as your leg had now recoiled back. Your knee had been bent entirely and you could feel your heel brush against your bottom as he did so.
You felt yourself about to give out before being snapped back into reality as a familiar feeling brewed in your lower belly. The feeling was more intense than before as you now began whining and repeating the same actions as before. Katsuki could already tell that you were close, but he still kept his eyes locked onto your face.
You looked pretty, he thought to himself, beautiful even. Worn out and flushed beyond the point of coming back, heavy breathing and salty skin from your sweat and small hickeys that danced across your collarbones. Without any thought he leaned down to kiss you, his eyes closed as you kissed him back, his tongue asking for entrance which you obliged as he explored your mouth.
It hadnât helped how you moaned into the kiss when you reached your orgasm, quickly making his cock twitch from inside you. His heavy pants and worships of praise and slight degrading quickly came to an end after you reached your high, quickly pulling out of you before reaching own orgasm, stroking himself shortly before his release coated your lower belly.
As you both breathed heavy and looked at the mess you had made around his office you smiled slightly at each other. You soon laid out back on his desk as you now felt tired, feeling him wipe on your lower stomach with some sort of cloth before kissing you there.
This was going to be the first of many incidents within his office as his intern, that you both knew.
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Idk if youâre still taking requests but iâm down bad for your writings so pls hear me out: imagine giving katsuki a lap dance but even then somehow heâs still the one who holds control over you đ€§
Iâm such a lost cause iâm sorry
You give Katsuki a lap dance.
Warnings: aged up | NSFW themes
1000 words~
You puttered around the living room, putting things away and cleaning down the table as Katsuki sat on the couch reviewing some work reports on his laptop. Music played off the speaker in the corner of the living room, your playlist on shuffle.
You listened to a variety of music, so the mood changed in the living room drastically from song to song. Currently, an ambient lo-fi song played, as you walked to the kitchen to throw away the cleaning wipes you just used.
You made your way back to the living room and scanned it for any other tasks that needed to be done. Everything looked in order, but you scanned again for something to do. You wanted more excuses to be close to Katsuki's presence as he worked.
You usually weren't this clingy but lately, he had been extra busy with hero work, giving you both little alone time. Deciding the TV could use dusting you walked to the hall closet to grab the duster.
As you made your way to the TV that was across from the couch Katsuki worked on, the lo-fi song changed and another randomly shuffled song played from your playlist. This song had a much different vibe from the lo-fi song. It was a slow sultry song you often put on to hype yourself up before having sex with Katsuki.
Katsuki knew the song well, as he watched you many times come to life for him when it played. He loved how it would instantly boost your confidence, making you feel like the attractive bombshell you deserved to feel like.
Katsuki's eyes flashed to you, "Change that damn song," he demanded.
You shot him a pouty look, "You don't like it?" you asked.
Katsuki clicked his tongue, "That's not the problem. This song- and you dusting the TV like that... can't fucking focus on my work."
"So don't," you said back at him teasingly.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you. You stalked over to him and gently grabbed at his laptop. To your surprise Katsuki let you take it from him and place it on the table.
"Can I show you what I've been practicing?" You asked, climbing onto his lap. Being that you two had little alone time the past few weeks, you had been working up something special for him. After watching a sensual music video, you decided you wanted to give Katsuki a show, specifically a lap dance.
"Go ahead- you have my undivided attention now," he said, crimson eyes staring up at you as you positioned yourself.
Even though the song was perfect, and you practiced many times alone- you felt yourself freeze up under his intense crimson glare. His eyes eagerly watched you, curious to see what you had in mind. But all confidence ran out of your body as his hands grabbed your waist, his expression as intimidating as ever.
"Well? What were ya gonna do brat?" he asked, eyebrow raised.
Your hands rested on his shoulders as you internally yelled at your body to move, but nothing happened, "I was gonna dance for you," you said shyly.
Katsuki's eyes widened, "No shit?" He exclaimed. "Go on I wanna see," he encouraged.
You took a deep breath trying to regain some of your confidence. Noticing this Katsuki encouraged you further, "Come on don't get shy on me now, I want to see what you've been practicing for me," he said playfully slapping your ass. "You look hot as fuck just mounting me so- gonna lose it when you move your hips," he said, hyping you up.
You gave a sheepish smile as you forced yourself to try. You flipped your hair back putting on the confident expression you had practiced many times in the mirror, as your grip on his shoulders tightened and you began to gyrate your hips grinding on him.
Katsuki's eyes hungrily swept over your body as it moved for him. Then you pressed off his lap sinking between his legs, hands now on his thighs as you eyed him seductively making your way all the way down to the floor.
"Oh shit," Katsuki exclaimed taken off guard by your sudden departure. Following the video you'd studied so much, you stood up and turned around, now facing the TV you caught Katsuki's reflection in the dark screen still hungrily eyeing your body. Hands on his knees for support, you swayed your hips from side to side slowly as you sunk again to the floor in between his legs.
Knees on the floor, you removed your hands from his knees and placed them in front of you. On all fours, you slowly leaned forward till your head laid seductively on the floor. Your ass now being on display, you shook it for him.
Katsuki let out a lustful groan at your movements. Feeling all your confidence rush back, you sat up, laying your head back in his lap resting in between his legs, you arched your back and ran your hands seductively down your body eliciting another groan from him.
You moved back up to his lap, still facing away from him you pressed your ass into his lap and started grinding into him, hips swirling. "Fuck," he exclaimed, the feel of you beginning to weaken his resolve.
You stood back up but squeaked out in surprise when Katsuki grabbed your waist and pulled your ass back down. "Nah- do that shit again," He demanded.
You grinded your ass into him once more, a confident smile on your face at his enjoyment.
You flipped your hair again as you turned around, mounting him with a leg on either side of him, you worked your way up his lap. Swiveling your hips into him pressing into the bulge now protruding from his pants. You brought your hands to your chest as you gave your tits a jiggle, your last move before the song ended.
Before you could ask for his opinion Katsuki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, "Bedroom now," was all he said. Causing your laughter to fill the room.
Thank you for the request! This was a fun one to write đ€! I hope I was able to explain the dance well enough!
Shout out to @pastelbakugou and @unofficialmuilover for letting me bug them and give me ideas while I typed this one out đ!
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isn't that sweet?*- s.r. x fem!reader
iâm working late, 'cause iâm a singer
warnings: oral sex (fem. receiving), slight voyeurism
The studio was dimly lit, the soft glow of the mixing board casting long shadows against the walls. You stood in the recording booth, headphones snug against your ears, adjusting the mic one last time as you prepared to lay down another track. This album was differentâmore personal, more intimate than anything youâd ever done before. And that was because of him.
Spencer sat on the other side of the glass, his gaze fixed on you as you shifted from one foot to the other, finding your rhythm before the music began. He was seated next to your producer, who was quietly conversing with the sound engineer, but Spencerâs focus never wavered. His presence was constant, steady and comforting, as you prepared to pour your heart into the microphone.
This album was a reflection of your life over the past yearâevery song, every lyric, a piece of the story you shared with Spencer. From the first tentative dates where you both stumbled over your words, nervous and unsure, to the quiet nights spent curled up on the couch, watching old movies, your heads resting against each other. Those memories, those moments, were what fueled your creativity.
Youâd written about the way his fingers intertwined with yours during a late-night walk, how he always made you feel like the only person in the world when he looked at you. The way his eyes would light up whenever he got lost in a ramble, explaining some obscure fact or statistic with a passion that made your heart swell.
And then there were the nights where the world outside ceased to existâthe ones where youâd stay tangled in bed long after the sun had risen, whispering secrets and sweet nothings, your bodies and souls completely intertwined. The songs that emerged from those moments were the most vulnerable, the ones that spoke of love in its rawest, most passionate form. They were the songs that made you blush when you sang them, knowing that each note and word was a reflection of the intimacy you shared with him.
As the instrumental intro played through your headphones, you closed your eyes, letting the music wash over you. The melody was soft, almost dreamy, and you knew it would resonate with Spencer. It was the same melody you had hummed absentmindedly during one of your many nights in, the sound lulling him to sleep as you played with his hair.
You started to sing, your voice soft and controlled, carrying the emotion of the lyrics. The song was about a specific nightâa night where time seemed to slow, and every touch, every whisper, felt like it was magnified. You had written it as a lullaby of sorts, a tribute to the quiet, peaceful moments youâd shared, the ones that felt like a sanctuary from the world.
The song came to an end, and you let the last note linger in the air before you pulled the headphones off, stepping away from the mic. The room was silent for a moment, the weight of what youâd just recorded settling over everyone.
Your producer leaned forward, a look of approval on his face. âThat was perfect. I think weâve got it.â
You gave a small, relieved smile, but you didnât move from where you stood. The producer and sound engineer began gathering their things, the producer casting a knowing glance between you and Spencer. âWeâll leave you to it, then. Just lock up when youâre done,â he said. âGoodnight.âÂ
The door clicked shut behind them, leaving you and Spencer alone. The silence stretched on for a moment before Spencer pushed the button on the console to speak through the speakers into the booth.
âIs there something else you want to record?â he asked, his voice gentle but curious.
You hesitated, your fingers tracing the edge of the mic stand as you looked at him through the glass. âThere is⊠but Iâm really embarrassed to do it in front of other people,â you admitted, your voice just above a whisper, even though you knew he could hear you clearly.
Spencerâs brow furrowed slightly. âEmbarrassed? Why?â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. âItâs⊠itâs a song I wrote. Itâs about⊠well, about us. Specifically, about our⊠sex life.â You could feel your face heat up as you spoke, averting your eyes to the floor. âMy producer suggested adding some⊠um, moans in the background, but itâs really awkward to do it in front of anyone else.â
Spencerâs eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, understanding washing over his features. âSo⊠you want me to stay and just press record and stop for you?â
You nodded, feeling a wave of relief at his understanding. âYeah. I canât do it with them here, but⊠I trust you. Itâs just, every time I try, it either comes out flat or too breathy. Iâm too in my head.â
Spencerâs lips quirked into a small smile, and he nodded. âOkay. I can do that.â
He walked over to the console, settling into the chair that the sound engineer had vacated, his fingers hovering over the controls. You adjusted the mic, closing your eyes for a moment to collect yourself before you spoke again. âOkay, Iâm ready.â
Spencer pressed the record button, and you began. The first few attempts were rough, your voice coming out boring and flat, lacking the emotion you wanted to convey. Each time, you stopped, shaking your head, frustration building as you couldnât quite get it right. Spencer patiently stopped the recording each time, offering you encouraging smiles, but the tension was mounting. After a few more failed tries, you couldnât help but let out a nervous giggle, breaking the tension in the room.Â
âThis is so awkward,â you admitted, laughing softly as you looked at Spencer, who chuckled along with you.
âYouâre overthinking it,â Spencer said, his voice warm and reassuring. âJust relax. Iâll even turn around.âÂ
You nodded, appreciating his understanding, and tried again. But this time, the frustration only grew. The sounds were either too forced or completely flat, and each attempt left you feeling more and more tense. Finally, you let out a groan of frustration, stepping out of the booth to grab a bottle of water, trying to unwind.
Spencer watched you as you sipped the water, his eyes thoughtful. âI think I know a way to help you get authentic moans,â he said after a moment, his voice low and careful.
You blinked at him, trying to piece together what he was suggesting. At first, you were hesitant, not quite believing what he was implying. But the way he looked at you, his eyes full of that familiar warmth and affection, made it clear. He was serious.
âSpenceâŠâ you started, your voice trailing off as you considered it.
He gave you a small, reassuring smile. âThere are no cameras in here,â he reminded you, his voice soft. âAnd Iâll be very, very quiet.â
You felt your heart race as his words hung in the air, a mix of nervous excitement bubbling up inside you. Before you could respond, Spencer leaned in, his lips gently brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The heat of his touch, the familiar taste of his lips, sent a shiver down your spine.
His kisses grew deeper, more insistent as he pressed closer, his hands finding their way to your waist. You could feel his breath against your skin as he began trailing kisses down your neck, his lips soft and deliberate. Each kiss left a trail of warmth in its wake, a persuasive argument in itself.
âSpence,â you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as he reached a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear. The sensation made your knees weak, and you found yourself leaning into him, craving more of his touch.
His hands moved up to cradle your face, tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your neck. âJust relax,â he murmured between kisses, his voice a low, soothing rumble that vibrated against your skin. âLet me help you.â
His lips continued their journey, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone and up the side of your neck, sending waves of heat through your body. With each kiss, he was chipping away at your hesitation, replacing it with something far more potent: desire.
You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation of his mouth on your skin, the warmth of his body pressed against yours. It was impossible to think about anything else, the world outside the booth fading away until it was just the two of you, wrapped up in this moment.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. âHow are you feeling?â he asked softly, his voice a tender caress.
You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. The nervousness was still there, but it was tempered by the undeniable pull you felt toward him. âI think⊠I think Iâm ready,â you whispered, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
Spencer smiled, his hands gently squeezing your waist in encouragement. âGood,â he said, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. âI have an idea.â
You watched, curious, as he moved around the room, grabbing a few of the equipment boxes stacked nearby. He brought them into the recording booth, carefully setting them up beneath the microphone. You followed him inside, your heart racing as you tried to piece together what he was doing. It wasnât until he started arranging the boxes like a makeshift seat that you began to realize his plan. Your eyes widened slightly as the realization dawned on youâhe was setting up a throne for you, right beneath the microphone.
Your mouth went dry as you processed the implications, your body buzzing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Spencer was always full of surprises, but this...this was something else entirely.
He caught your expression and gave you a small, reassuring smile. âTrust me,â he said, his voice low and soothing. With a practiced ease, he shrugged off his cardigan, folding it neatly before draping it over the makeshift seat. He looked at you, his gaze warm and steady, before gently guiding you to sit down.
You hesitated for a moment, the intimacy of the situation sending a flush of heat through you, ending right at your core. You clench around nothing. But the way Spencer looked at you, the quiet confidence in his eyes, made it impossible to resist. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto the makeshift throne, the softness of his cardigan cushioning you.
Spencer knelt in front of you, his hands resting on your knees as he looked up at you. The sight of him there, gazing at you with such intensity, made your breath hitch. He gently parted your legs, his hands warm against your skin as he settled himself between your thighs.
âI want you to focus on the sensations,â he murmured, his voice like velvet. âForget everything else. Just think about us.â
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your inner thigh. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine, your entire body attuned to his every movement. You felt his fingers loop around the sides of your underwear, pulling them down.Â
âArenât you glad you wore a skirt?â He teased.Â
You nod, closing your eyes to hopefully forget the fact that youâre in your workplace and anyone could walk in at any moment. Spencer kissed your inner thigh, spreading your legs wider. You can feel the cool air run over you and your soaked core. His tongue traced a line along your folds. You gasped, writhing beneath him. Spencer wastes no time in using his hands, circling a finger around your entrance as his lips find your clit. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking lightly.Â
You moan lowly, your fingers finding his hair to give him a harsh tug. He looks up at you, relishing in the way your eyes are screwed shut, little pants leaving your lips. He lets his fingers slide into your pussy, pumping slowly as he kitten licks at your clit.Â
âFuck.âÂ
He smiled against your cunt and you just know that heâs come up with some cocky comment that heâs dying to say. You finally open your eyes and almost cum at the dazed look in his eyes. The hand that was on your thigh came up to cup your breast, sliding his way under your shirt. Spencerâs eyebrows perk when he realizes youâre not wearing a bra.Â
You wink at him, a smug smile forming on your lips. He pushes his fingers deeper. The action makes your thighs flinch, closing in on him for a moment before you relax again. Spencer hums against you, his lips sucking generously at your clit before his tongue massaged it in teasing little circles.
Spencer continued his relentless, expert pace, every flick of his tongue and gentle suck driving you closer to the brink. The sound that escaped your lips was a soft moan, barely more than a whisper, but it filled the recording booth with a delicate echo that made Spencer smile against you.
As his tongue circled and teased, the moan grew into a breathier, more desperate sound. âSpence,â you panted, the word tumbling out in a ragged exhale. Your hands clutched at his hair, urging him on, your breath catching in your throat as he continued.
The next moan was louder, more drawn out, vibrating with the tension building inside you. It was a sound of pure need, of surrender, and Spencer relished every note of it. The intensity of what he was doing made you lose all sense of composure; your breaths came quicker, more shallow, and each exhale carried a gasp, a whimper, a plea.
âPlease,â you gasped, your voice trembling as he pushed you further, his name falling from your lips again and again. Every moan, every pant was a symphony of rising desperation, a crescendo of need that you couldnât hold back.
Your back arched involuntarily, pressing yourself closer to him, and the moans turned into broken cries, the kind that left your throat raw. âSpence, Iââ You couldnât even finish the sentence, the words lost in a strangled moan that was half sob, half ecstasy.
The sounds coming from you were almost primal now, a mixture of keening whimpers and breathless pants, each one more desperate than the last. You were closeâso closeâand it showed in every pant, every strained moan that escaped your trembling lips.
And Spencer kept going, his own breath coming in short, heated bursts as he listened to every sound you made, each one spurring him on, relishing the way he was drawing these noises from you. It was like music to his ears, a melody he never wanted to end, as your moans grew louder, more frantic, until you finally tumbled over the edge, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering cry of release.
Spencer sat back, a smug grin playing at the corners of his lips as he wiped his chin with the sleeve of his shirt. He started to rise, heading toward the control panel. âIâm going to hit record. Iâll be back in a second.â
You blinked, still catching your breath, and reached out to stop him. âWait⊠you didnât already record that?â
He turned to you, that same smug smile deepening. âOf course not,â he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes. âA good vocalist always warms up first.â
You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âYouâre something else, Spencer Reid.â
He leaned in, his voice low and dripping with confidence. âBesides,â he added, his tone playfully serious, âI think this next take is going to be a hit.â
And he was right.
When you showed Spencer the plaque for the double platinum record, his eyes lit up with pride. âSo,â he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, âare you going to give me writing credit for this?â
You laughed, rolling your eyes. âI think we can keep that our little secret.â
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You are such a sweetie! Since your requests are open, if you feel inspired and motivated by this (otherwise you can 100% ignore it, writing is hard - I know), could I request a one-shot for Vox who falls in love with a imp!reader? Would love to see how you write their "forbidden" love, how would Vox feel and what if the other Vee's found out about it. It doesn't have to be a story, you can do it in headcannon format if you feel like it suits better! Just try to have fun ⥠-Nia
Intern [Romantic]
In which the techy overlord falls for one of his new hellborn employees, much to his dismay. Reader is genderneutral.
Song - Break My Heart by Dua Lipa
Any hellborn would die for the opportunity that graced you. Well, graced was not the right word; you fought for months against many candidates, beefed up your resume, and pulled some strings to get an unpaid internship for the Vee's. More specifically, a three-month internship at VoxTek with the potential to be hired in immediately after.Â
It was a position people could only dream of, especially hellborn. Sinner-based companies had a tendency to place sinners above hellborns, but you knew that and used it to your advantage. You couldn't go in as equal; you had to know you were less and make up for it.Â
The job itself wasn't all that bad, either. It was a lot of unpaid hours, from the crack of dawn to the dip of the sun or later, but it mostly involved the small details. Coffee, sorting, and delivering mail between sections were hard to mess up.Â
There was the rare extra task where someone messed up and they needed someone to cover quickly.Â
Today was one of those days. You were at the right place at the right time, sitting by the coffee machine, grabbing yourself your first cup of the day.Â
That was when he entered, his shoes tapping on the floor with confident clicks, and when he spoke it commanded attention.Â
Mostly because he spoke through every speaker in the building at once.Â
"Who here can follow me? No questions asked."
Before anyone could chime in, his monitor did a full rotation of the room, his eyes narrowing when they landed on you.Â
Your ear piece buzzed to life.Â
"You, follow me. Now." The overlord spoke directly into your ear using the device, and knowing this may be an opportunity of a lifetime, you followed.Â
There was no question about who it was: a monitor for a head, control of all technology, and a towering seven feet tall. Vox was the top of the top, and it was hard to believe you were allowed to so much as stand next to him.Â
It was hard to keep up with his speed-walking pace, but he eventually led you into the mail elevator, hitting the twelfth floor while he muttered something about incompetence amongst hires and how he always had to take control of every production if he wanted it done right.Â
With a ding and the slow release of the elevator doors, he took the lead once more, though this time he was walking slower and backwards, navigating with ease despite looking directly at you.Â
"Alrighty intern, ready for your shot at becoming something more? Because our previous voiceover person just walked out on us, and now you'll be covering for them." He stopped with his back against a door, grabbing the handle and awaiting your reply.Â
"But I only just spoke to..."Â
"You're cute, you know that? How many videos do you think are out there with your voice? I listened to them all the moment I saw you." Vox only smiled wider when his words sunk in; he saw the usual flash of embarrassment as you pondered what he might have seen. Without waiting any longer, he pushed the door open, spinning so he was finally walking normally.Â
It was a recording studio, and there were several other employees waiting, mostly those handling the recording equipment and some holding papers.Â
Vox sat himself in a comfortable rolling chair in front of the glass window that overlooked the recording studio, spinning to hand you some papers that he took from a demon next to him.Â
"Here is your script; all you have to do is read. Make it sound exciting! Something new, something beyond anyone's imagination, is now available to the public!" He put on a voice as he continued, demonstrating what he hoped you could manage. Someone ushered you into the booth and plopped some headphones over your ears.Â
"From the top! 3...2..."
The whole process was a thrill, but you managed to run over the script in three separate recordings, of which Vox cited them all as 'stunning' or 'absolutely perfect!', though the producer claimed to need multiple for any potential recording malfunctions.Â
For an overlord, he had been oddly kind and encouraging throughout the process, and he walked you out himself when everything wrapped up.Â
Vox continued to speak about what the script was for and how excited he was for the launch, all while leading you through parts of the building you had never been to before. You thought after that he would have sent you back down and forgotten everything, but eventually you found yourself in front of your supervisor.Â
"Vox! Sir- oh no, had our intern upset you?"
"No, no, not at all. Sorry, what was your name again? Ally? Yeah, listen, Ally, I need you to handle the paperwork they were assigned. Oh! And I want them promoted to my personal studio for tomorrow, too."
Before you or the sinner could ask questions, Vox was already out of there, chipper as ever.Â
That evening, you went home with an upgraded badge and access card, along with details on your new position and expectations. It was a lot to get through, but you felt extremely proud of yourself for doing so well. Hell, you met THE Vox, and he wanted you to be the voice of VoxTek?Â
While flipping through the pile of information, the most surprising aspect was the six-figure salary you were about to get started on.Â
. . .
Surrounded by monitors, Vox watched various camera feeds as they traced your steps home. Vox saw you smile from several angles, the electricity between his antennae flickering. Each monitor had some kind of file or piece of information on you, and he was only pulled out of his trance when he got a call from Velvette.Â
"Hello there, Velvette! What can I help you with today?" Leaning back in his chair, the overlord flicked his wrist, which shot the call from his monitor onto one of the many others displaying you.Â
"I need your guys for a sh- wait. Vox, what the fuck is all of that?" While the fashionista originally had her eyes elsewhere, her gaze quickly fixed on his background, which was quickly followed by all the screens going blank with his logo.Â
"That? Oh, oh no, its nothing at a-"Â
"That's the imp you were talking about last week! The one you were trying to get to apply to VoxTek!"Â
"Well, maybe, but-"
Once again, she cut him off with a gurgling groan.Â
"Listen, I don't care who or what you fuck; just get your camera crew here and we'll talk about this later. Kay? Kisses!" Before she abruptly hung up on him, he could have sworn he heard a small 'at least they're hot' before the call disconnected.Â
Tensed from the interaction, Vox could only groan and dramatically fall back into his chair, tapping his claws along the armrest.Â
So what if he scouted you out? You didn't know that, and you were happy about it anyway! One by one, each monitor opened back up on your data, the overlord grinning.Â
It was better this way; everyone would think it was the intern going after him, so nobody knew one of the top overlords in hell was dotting on some helpless imp.
Author's Note - I love Vox so much...hes so obsessive but he denies every accusation (its the same w Alastor lmao) like its going to hurt him! But thank you so much for the request Nia, I hope this interests you đ€
Word Count - 1,219
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finnick odair who was never in the games but instead is your average man who lives in a coastal city in california. heâs rough around the edges still, gruff, sarcastic, and cocky, but he is happy and free. heâs more soft spoken and his guard is let down more, but only around specific people. mostly only around you.
finnick odair who owns a fishing company called âodair fisheries.â he spends most of his time out on a little sailboat heâs made up. heâll spend hours out in the ocean, just him, a cooler, and his fishing rod. his golden tan skin is sunburnt in some areas from long exposure and lack of sunscreen, something youâd gotten onto him about ten times too many. his body is covered in little tattoos of seashells, sea turtles, boat anchors, small outlines of fish. a seashell necklace sits around his neck, homemade from your delicate and loving hands.
finnick odair whoâd practically BEG for you to come fishing with him. you werenât the biggest fan. something about sitting out in the searing heat all day on a rocking surface didnât seem all that appealing to you, but when finnick would look at you with his big blue puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out, you couldnât resist. if you were determined to deny his suggestions, heâd go even further, throwing in a desperate, âplease, sweetheart, you know i hate being without you as is.â as always, youâd give in, not particularly loving the sweat dripping off of your forehead but loving admiring your partner in front of you. you loved the way his face scrunched up in focus as he cast the line, his eyes perched on a particular spot. you loved the way his muscles tensed as he reeled the line in, or the way he huddled over you when attempting to teach you how to fish for the hundredth time (once again unsuccessful, though you know heâd try again tomorrow).
finnick odair who also taught children to fish as a part of his company. on weekend mornings, heâd have different classes that would last about 30 minutes. at the beginning, heâd take a group of kids out to a dock near his boat and he would teach the basics. by the end of the block of classes, heâd have even kids as little as 5 out fishing on his boat with him. he loved the kids like his own, growing attached to each and every one of them. you loved watching him teach, seeing how heâd sweetly hug the little boy gripping onto his leg back or how heâd soothe the crying little girl who fell and scraped your knee. heâd get you involved in helping to wrangle the kids, too, watching you intently as youâd braid a little girlâs hair for her or cradle one of the youngest ones on your hip. finnick wanted kids more than anything and he wanted them with you, his mind going crazy, desperate for a little family with you every time he saw you with children. itâs safe to say finnickâs baby fever is crazy.
finnick odair who spends rainy sunday mornings with nothing else to do playing guitar hero and other various video games. as rain would pelt down heavily on the roof of the house, the waves rocking the boat a little too much for him to even dare to attempt the seas (although he had in unsafe weather one too many times for your liking), youâd be awoken far too early in the morning to the smell of freshly baked muffins (from a box) and the sound of some rock song on the tv mixed with plastic clanking. youâd trudge into the living room, fuzzy blanket wrapped around your cold shoulders, and plop down onto the couch where a muffin already awaited you with some warm coffee on the side table. you couldnât help but laugh as you nestled into your corner on the couch, turning yourself into a nest of blanket. finnick would be going crazy with the guitar strapped around his neck, resting at his somewhat bare torso. heâd be jamming out in his underwear, hair tussled, eyes still puffy with sleep. his nimble fingers would click through the red, blue, green, yellow pieces as his piercing blue eyes focused on the screen. you couldnât help but fall more in love with him as you begin to doze back off in your corner.
finnick odair who loves intimacy. it was something that didnât come easy to him. although things were much simpler for finnick odair in this life than in the hunger games, he still had his guard up. youâd taught him how to be intimate, how to love and to feel love, how to share his feelings with more than just âi love you.â at night, he would spoon you to sleep, hand always resting on your stomach from behind, nuzzled up as close as he could get. if he was holding you the other direction, heâd hold you close into his chest, resting his nose in your hair, taking in your scent. âyou are my entire ocean, the sea breeze that makes the waves move, the crystal blue water, all the way up to the glisten in the sea, sweet girl,â heâd mutter into your ear. even when you were fast asleep, heâd still whisper sweet nothings into your ear. when youâd take showers, heâd carefully sneak in and slip in behind you, almost always causing you to fall, but heâd be prepared and catch you. heâd then tenderly wash through your hair for you, pressing little kisses to your shoulders. finnick loved and adored you and heâd do anything possible to show that.
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studio sessions.
han taesan x reader
taesan n reader r both idols! refers to taesan by his real name (dongmin) in most of this, super cuteness TT lowercase intended, ignore any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors! enjoyy <3
wc: 3,561
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"and i guess...i guess i'm just...in love with you?"
"tsk...no, that's not it" yn ln groans as she leans her head onto her knee. "if you could look through my eyes, if you could listen to the beat of my heart...if we switched places for just a moment you'd see all the truth about you that i've kept within me..." the idol girl read out loud, her cursor skimming through the page of lyrics she had just typed out onto the otherwise empty google document that stood before her on the computer screen. "and you'd figure me out...you'd see what this is all about..." the words seem to naturally come out of her head, like she was born to create catchy rhymes out of thin air. "you'd see what a fool i am, all the stupid things i'd do...all the proof that...uh..." she pauses for a moment, repeating that last line once again in search for the final words of her new song. "all the proof that...ah! all the stupid things i'd do, all the proof that i'm so in love with you!" yn emphasizes the final line, excitedly clicking the keys on her mechanical keyboard. she nods once, reading through the whole page once more before hitting the save button atop the screen. "perfect"
the young k-pop idol girl smiles to herself, the lyrics she had just written rolling satisfyingly out of her tongue as she read them again and again for the hundredth time. see, yn wrote almost all of her own songs- hell! she wrote about 70% of her group's discography all together. she loved it. she loved the idea of putting her own thoughts and troubles into words, the idea of turning her mind into a collection of rhymes. even on her off days like this one, she'd lock herself up in a random studio at the KOZ floor of the HYBE building, spending hours in front of the screen just writing. however, there was one problem. as much as the girl loved to write lyrics, she had but a clue how to actually turn them into listenable tunes. so, most times out of ten, when the girl was running out of possible strumming patterns on her ukulele, she would need to seek some sort of help from her company seniors. more specifically, from the guy she wrote half her songs about. the guy she had known since they were trainees, the guy she had a crush on for as long as she knew. she had to seek help from the musical genius behind many of her unreleased tracks, from the one and only, han dongmin, famously known as taesan of boynextdoor.
yn picks up her phone, scrolling through a few notifications she hadn't read yet, replying to her members in their group-chat, and sending a selfie to her mom who was wondering what she'd been doing these days. then the girl scrolls some more, searching for one particular contact in the sea of kakaotalk chats that flooded her screen. an unconscious smile makes its way onto her lips as she finds what she had been looking for. 'dongminie' the contact name, paired with half his face in his profile were enough to send the girl's heart to do cartwheels in her chest. she clicks on it, waiting for half a second as their previous texts loaded onto the screen.
r u busy?
she watches as a little green dot appears almost instantly on the bottom corner of his profile, an indicator that he was online to read her texts.
dongminie not rnn just finished schedules why? miss me? hahahah
his last text causes the girl to roll her eyes. the smile still present on her face as her fingers move to type out a response.
pftt u wish i just wrote another song đ€
yn blinks once, then twice, waiting for him to finish typing.
dongminie another one??!!??! u psycho...what are you? a rhyme machine or something?? let me guess...u need help composing it? đ„±
she giggles, he knows her too well.
pleaaaseeee? not like u have anything to do either and i think this one is gonna be rlly rlly good...trust me!!!!
yn's hand moves to her mouse, placing her phone on one side of the desk. she shuts down her computer, already knowing his answer despite not really looking at his response.
dongminie fine... but only bcs i hv nothing else to do n making music is just something i love too much to turn down đŒ just come here, i'm in the studio as usual
and with that the girl gets up, stretching her body out in the process as she gathers her things into her shoulder bag and walking out the door. it doesn't take long for her to reach his studio, smiling softly as she makes contact with the familiar grey wall that surrounded the whole of their company building. yn lifts a hand up to tap against the door, knocking politely before a voice from inside asked her to come in.
"hey" han taesan says, turning around in his office chair. his hair laid flat against his forehead, and he wore a simple white shirt paired with some vintage jeans, the long black coat stashed against the corner of the room where his bag was completing his usually chic outfit. it seems he had been working on something too, the music program still opened on the brightly lit monitor that sat on the large desk. the idol boy smiled at the girl, reaching over to the side to pull another chair for her to sit in beside him and inviting her over. "hey, what you up to?" yn asked, taking the seat and dropping her things on the floor beside her. "nothing much...just some song drafts for the comeback" he replied, cursor hovering over the save button. "and you? seriously? another song?" the boy exaggerated his words dramatically, laughing when she rolls her eyes and playfully hits his shoulder.
"whatever! i just felt like writing today, alright? besides...this one's gonna be a hit" yn says, nodding proudly as she did so. dongmin laughs again, "you say that every time...and most times you don't even end up releasing them!" his words sound tired, as if he were getting sick of helping her make all these songs and none of them actually going out to the world. however, that was far from the truth, the boy would never ever be sick of it. he'd tell her time and time again how he only did these things because of his sole love for musical production, and she'd just nod, going along with anything that would turn her words into tunes. she didn't know the full story, she'd never know that only half of what dongmin said was real, and that despite his fascination in the art, the only reason he did any of this was because he, too, was in love with the girl sitting in his studio beside him right now and he'd take up every opportunity to be with her amidst both their busy schedules.
"so what kind of song is it then?" the boy asks, opening up a new project on the computer before bending down to plug his mini keyboard into the socket. the girl giggles before she speaks, "you're not gonna believe this..." she prolongs, watching the way his features washed down into a monotone and bored expression. "really? do you write anything other than love songs?" she laughs again, "i'm afraid they're the only thing i can write, dongmin" he sighs, "i mean seriously...what loser has you writing all these lovey dovey songs?" his words cause a scoff to escape her mouth. "says you? mister i keep thinking about you, mister just you and me...please, if anything, you're more lovey-dovey than me!" yn's outburst makes his stomach turn, grinning sheepishly as he begins scrolling through the variety of digital instruments he had downloaded on the program. "shall we?" dongmin asks finally, everything prepared for their music-making session. yn nods excitedly, her smile matching his own.
"we shall"
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"that's so good oh my god...han dongmin, you musical genius" yn claps her hands together as the melody the two had just come up with came to an end. dongmin laughs, his hand slapping over his mouth as he did so; a habit of his that she found so cute. he moves the mouse so that the rows and rows of drum, bass, and other instrumentals on the screen became smaller and compressed into a single line of recordings. the song is smooth-sounding, the 808s and soft drums matching perfectly with the r&b rhythm they had decided on for the track. "now...vocals. it's time to put that pretty voice of yours to good use, yn" the boy says, grinning at her as he began to bend down to grab a mic and it's stand from the cupboard beneath the desk. she blushes slightly at his sudden compliment, giggling as she playfully rolls her eyes. "here" he says, handing her his pair of black headphones, asking her to put them on while he set up the mic for recording. yn nods, the headphones sliding down the sides of her face from how big they were compared to her head. he laughed, reaching over to adjust it to her size.
"is that fine?" he asked, eyes never leaving hers. "mhm" she hummed, face flushing, suddenly feeling shy from all the eye-contact. he must've noticed, a proud smirk making it's way onto his pink lips. "okay, tell me when you're ready" dongmin says, his finger grazing against the mouse as he prepared the program for recording. yn nods, pulling out the song lyrics that remained neatly typed out on the google doc she had opened on her phone. she took a deep breath in, adjusting the mic that sat on the table before her. then she takes one quick look at him, a look of determination on both their faces.
"okay, let's start"
the boy presses the space bar on his keyboard, a quiet metronome entering the girl's ears as the instrumental they had just composed started playing. she follows the count, nodding along to the sound and waiting for the fourth beat where she'd start singing. signaling for her to begin, the guy beside her nods his head and points his finger towards the screen at the same time, trying his best not to squeal like a little girl when her honey-like voice fills the otherwise silent atmosphere of the studio.
"i'd spend every free moment of my time sitting in a room with you, i would quit a job just in case you wanted me to. a thousand more rhymes i could write, hours and hours going into new songs. i begin to see you for all your rights, ignoring all your wrongs"
dongmin listened carefully to the lyrics, the way he always did, beginning to wonder again who she had in mind while writing such things. he watched the way her eyebrows knitted together as she hit a higher note, the way she bit her lips and narrowed her eyes as she played back the recording, listening to it again and again as she re-did each verse a dozen more times. yn felt his gaze on her, the same gaze she felt every time they had these studio sessions together. she'd turn to him annoyed, telling him she can't sing properly if he kept staring at her that way. then he'd laugh, teasing her about how red her cheeks got when she sang and the way her own lyrics had her smiling like an idiot.
"and you'd figure me out, you'd see what this is all about. you'd see what a fool i am, all the stupid things i'd do. all the proof that i only love when it's for you"
the finished demo comes to an end, yn and dongmin sharing a satisfied round of applause as he leans forward to hit pause on the keyboard. "another great song, as expected from us!" the idol girl cheers, patting herself on the shoulder in praise. "yeah, another great song that no one other than us will ever hear" the boy says, passing her a bottle of water. she rolls her eyes as she takes a sip, sighing before turning over to him. "wanna know why i never release these things?" his eyes widen and ears perk up, nodding slowly so as to ask her to continue. yn sighs once more, looking away from him this time as she plays with the hem of her t-shirt.
"it's cause of the lyrics. if i release these things, the fans will come up with all sorts of rumours about them. like who it's about, or why i'd write songs like that...and i don't know..." she trails off, leaning against the back-rest of the chair. "i guess i just don't want people to make it a big thing...you know?" he nods again, understanding where she was coming from. "yeah, i get it. i mean, every time my own unreleased stuff gets out, the fans come up with all sorts of ideas...so i get you" they share a mutual understanding, the girl smiles sweetly at the idea of how quickly they got each other; another thing about him she could write a billion songs about.
"i'd like to say i'm no better than those fans though..." dongmin begins, inflicting a curious look from yn. "what do you mean?" she asks, head tilted off slightly to the side as she looked at him. "i mean like...every time we have these sessions, i wonder who your songs are about too...if i think too much about it, i start to see why fans so quickly are able to come up with scenarios and rumours...it just comes out naturally, i guess" the girl laughs, stroking a hand through her hair. he mimics this, his own hand tucking the loose ends of his own hair behind his ear. "yeah, same goes for when i listen to your songs, i'd like to know what pretty girl has you so...romantic like that" yn smiles when he rolls his eyes, a comfortable silence mixing into the cool atmosphere inside of the sound-proof room.
"i think you'd have a field day if you ever found out about her..." the boy's voice trails off, his hands busy as he began to export the song they had just finished making a moment ago, watching as a grey box appears and starts glowing green as it slowly saved onto the device. "and why's that?" the girl asks, now leaning against her palm, her elbow propped up on the desk. "well...um...i'm not telling you- you'll laugh at me" his cheeks turned a pale shade of red, the same colour but darker sneaking onto the tips of his ears. in the moment the boy refused to look at her, finding the way her eyes stayed locked on him somewhat...pressuring.
"would you tell me about her if i told you about mine?"
the boy's eyes go big and he turns around to finally look at her again. he nods enthusiastically, excited that he was going to get an answer to all his queries at last. yn giggled at his expression, letting out a deep breath before speaking again. "well...he's a guy i've known for a while now. we used to see each other more often, but now both our schedules are just so busy we only seem to see each other on off days, or in passing at work" dongmin's eyebrows furrow as he racks his brain, trying to piece together all the information he was getting. "i've always liked him. i like how easy it is to be around him. i like how quickly we understand each other, how comfortable it is even when we don't talk...i like that he always helps me when i ask him to, how he makes me laugh and jokes around with me...and most of all..." she drags her words out, looking deep into his curious eyes as she muttered out the last of her sentence. "how easy it is to write songs about him...and he doesn't even know it- even if he's heard them all before"
the last few words were risky. anybody with a brain and some common sense would understand right away the boy she was going on and on about. there was no doubt in her mind that he'd figure it out too if she had given him enough time to digest all the things she just said. however, before he could do so, the girl interrupts every train of thought that went through his mind. "okay, that was my thing...your turn! you said you'd tell me about her if i told you about him, so..." she waves her hands around, signaling for him to start talking.
dongmin cleared his throat, straightening up his back before telling his own story. "this girl, i think almost all my songs are about her...well, at least all the songs i've written since i met her. i tell her about all my problems, and i try to help her with all of her own...uh..." he pauses for a moment and looks up at the ceiling, as if he were searching for what to say next. yn kept her gaze focused on him, patiently waiting for the boy to speak again. "she's really pretty- and smart too, and she can sing. she has the nicest voice, and she's passionate- maybe, the thing i love the most about her. how she loves doing what she likes to do, how her eyes are sharp as a hawk when she reviews her work, how her eyes disappear when she smiles when she's satisfied...how her hair falls over her face as she shows me a song she wrote on her ukulele...i could go on about her, hoping one day she'd realise"
the pair went quiet again, giving both the rookie idols time to reflect on what they just heard. it took them little to no time to figure things out, but they couldn't help the doubt that clouded over their minds. like the boy had said a couple of minutes ago, it was easy to come up with random ideas when the full story hasn't revealed itself yet.
"dongmin..." the girl began, grabbing his attention away from the loose thread of his shirt he was playing with. "huh?" the boy asked, watching the way her breathing got heavier like she had just gotten nervous about something. "if i tell you his name would you tell me hers?" he sat frozen in his seat for a second, a dilemma circling round and around in his brain. hesitantly, he nods. it's now or never. "i have a better idea, actually" he says, earning an interested hum from her. "we say their names at the same time, just so no one changes their answer- you know?" she nods, agreeing with his idea. "okay then, on the count of three..."
"one...two..." they share anxious looks. it was almost as though they knew what was about to happen, yet they needed it to come out of each others' mouth as confirmation. "three" she said, taking a deep breath before a single word escaped from both of their mouths.
"you"
within the split second after the word graced the very surface of their ear drums, the pair simultaneously released the breaths they didn't even realise they were holding. it was as though a weight had been lifted off of their shoulders, a wave of relief washing through the air surrounding them. the two idols didn't say another word, their glossy eyes staring deep into each other's as identical smiles made their way onto their lips.
"so that loser who made you write such lovey-dovey songs was me the whole time? you're telling me i helped you produce a dozen songs about myself?!" dongmin exclaimed, still in slight disbelief. yn giggled, nodding along. "mhm...and the pretty girl you write about is me! funny how that works out..." they shared another set of laughs, comfortably sitting beside each other in his studio the way they usually did. "so...now what? what changes between us?" the boy wonders, suddenly worried about what difference this new information could bring to their tight-knit relationship. the girl purses her lips, shaking her head softly as she began to speak again. "i don't know...i mean we obviously like each other...that doesn't change anything since we've always liked each other..." he agrees, the smile he had on before never leaving his bright face. "i guess we just keep going the way we always have...just that this time..." he trails off, stretching his arm out to grab her hands in his.
"this time we won't have to hide all our feelings in silly songs"
yn giggles when dongmin presses his lips against her hand, "when did you get so romantic?" he just smiles at her, noticing the way her eyes gleamed like they've never before, and the way her cheeks were naturally stained pink. he wonders for a moment if it were all because of him, he wondered how on earth he got lucky enough to know someone as perfect as her.
"i think the romantic-ness happened when i met you, yn"
the end.
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hehe <3 hope u guys enjoyed this đââïž this is one of the scenarios i alway think of before bed TT i love u han dongmin :( also the ending is up to interpretation!! u can say they start dating after this or maybe they stay the way they are knowing they love each other, or maybe they arent ready for a relationship yet! its all up to how u want it to be ⥠tysm for reading, reblogs n feedback r greatly appreciated! love, kona.
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you mumble incoherent curses and erase aggressively on your paper, blowing the eraser shavings, catching tsukishimas attention. "what're you doing?" he asks with a small amount of judgement in his tone as he looks down at the slightly crumbled paper in your notebook. "i'm trying to..ugh." you sigh, lowering your face to the notebook in front of you, light gray strokes connecting with one another. "trying to what?" the blonde boy looks down at you. "talk normally dumbass, i can't hear you." he spits out, you pay no mind to him and move your hair to the side, grumbling angrily about it being in the way. tsukishima hears your frustrated mumbles and takes the matter into his hands before you explode and become pissy for the rest of the day. he grabs the hair tie you gave him off his wrist, gently gathering all of your hair and slowly putting it into a ponytail. "you're welcome." he speaks up after a few seconds of silence. "thanks, kei." you respond quietly, entranced in your drawing, his cheeks dust with pink when his name leaves your mouth, still not used to you calling him by his first name. tsukishima looks down at your paper, analyzing the drawing you're stressing about. he slowly starts familiarizing the doodles and sketches of a person, piecing together the glasses and hair. "is that me?" he asks, his brows furrowed at the scarily accurate drawings of him. "wha- no! that would be so weird and creepy of me to draw you..." you yell out in surprise, trying to defend yourself, jumping from your previous position, snuggled against his pillows, under the blanket that he bought specifically for you. tsukishima chuckles through his nose and smirks. "you're more than weird and creepy yn." he sighs and closes his eyes. "maybe that's why i like you." he mutters, mainly to himself but loud enough for you to hear. your face bursts into a bright red and you grab one of his pillows, throwing it harshly at his face. he catches the fuzzy decorative pillow with ease, laughing at you and patting the spot on his bed next to him, inviting you to sit with him. "don't start getting all cute at me after calling me weird and creepy, you're gonna give me whiplash." you tell him while hopping next to him and he hums in faux confusion. "i'm not getting cute, just saying i kind of like you." he says confidently with a faint smile still on his thin lips while he unlocks his phone, scrolling aimlessly through the many playlists he's made, not sparing you a glance. "oh wow, should i be flattered that the all-knowing, stoic, cold and stingy tsukishima kei kind of likes me?" you joke reaching for your pencil to resume sketching. he pauses his scrolling after clicking on the playlist you two listen to the most together, reaching for his earphones that he, again, specifically got for you so you guys can listen to music together. he glances at your page and he stays quiet, taking your joke into consideration. "mmm, flattered isn't the word. don't take advantage of the situation." he states quietly, leaning into you and sticking left earphone in your ear. your hands halt and you gasp dramatically. "i love this song!" you yell joyfully. "i know you do." tsukishima says to himself, and this time, you can't hear what he says. he wraps his arm around your shoulder, his hand resting on the pillows next to you as he watches the pencil in your hand work its magic, finishing the 'doodle' of him smiling, you would call it, tsukishima would simply call it a masterpiece just because he knows no matter how hard he would try, he'd never get on your level when it comes to drawing. his broad chest rises and falls with each slow breath he takes as he admires your skill. "stop drawing me, weirdo." he says, sarcasm dripping in his tone. you look up at him with sparkling eyes and a candy sweet smile that never fails to make his steady heartbeat falter. "you love it." "i guess i do." is the last thing he says before cupping your warm cheek with his cold, big hands and pressing his lips onto yours, kissing you slowly.
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PILE ONE đ
what do they think about you? ten of swords âą eight of pentacles âą six of cups.
I just heard Coldplayâs âThe Scientistâ, specifically the bit in which he sings âtake me back to the startâ. I wonder if you two had a fight, some sort of falling out or heavy disagreement. They think theyâve lost you - this is weighing heavy on their mind. They wish they could go back to when things were simpler, when things werenât so difficult and anxiety-inducing. I think they feel a lot of shame and blame as well (I heard âblame gameâ) and Iâm not going to lie, pile one, this person may be overthinking this connection, especially the way they see it. It feels heavy, like my chest and my throat are holding so much energy but nothing comes out. Theyâre not thinking clearly, despite thinking so much, itâs really difficult for them to âthinkâ a way out of this situation youâre in. However, they do wish to work towards a peaceful resolution with you. They want to find a way to make things feel lighthearted and happy for the two of you again. This person could also be listening to a lot of heavy/sad songs, because so many of them are coming through to me. Theyâre experiencing a lot of self-hatred and very difficult emotions are going through them. Theyâre mourning some kind of happy ending, but theyâre still willing to salvage the relationship if that's something you also desire.
how do they feel towards you? the empress âą ace of swords âą page of pentacles.
Gosh, thereâs so much love here. They not only miss you, but they want to talk to you⊠to ask you how to work this out. They just want it to work it out between you two, pile one. Even if itâs difficult, like I mentioned in the previous section, they only want you. They donât see anyone else for them. They donât want to let you go, to lose you. Itâs why their mind is so foggy and so clouded with poor judgment, they feel a lot of despair over the thought of losing the love you two have and shared. If your connection ended, theyâre still not over it - theyâre refusing to move on, simply because in their heart, theyâve decided itâs you. And I donât think theyâve fully voiced it out just how much they want you, but they intend to do so. No matter how painful this situation has become, they hold some sort of hope that youâll want to work things out with them too. They love you in a pure, devoted way and know how unique, how beautiful this connection is.
channeled messages: âi hate myself for what i did to youâ, âi canât forget youâ, âyouâre beautifulâ, runaway, empty roads, highways, road trips, memories, polaroid pictures, âi wish things were easierâ, âyou betrayed meâ, burning bridges, âdo you still love me?â, deja vu.
channeled song: ghostinâ by Ariana Grande.
PILE TWO đ©·
what do they think about you? the magician âą the lovers âą the world
I couldnât name a more beautiful spread. They put you on a pedestal, sort of - this person sees all that you are and theyâre amazed. They admire you, they love you and they canât see anyone else but you. This personâs got heart eyes when they look at you, maybe their eyes sparkle - pay attention next time you speak to them in person. Although they may wonder if theyâre good enough for you, this person truly, deeply is inspired by you. Itâs possible this is a friend of yours whoâs crushing on you and vice-versa, but neither one of you is willing to admit it yet. This is a dreamy vibe, even, I feel like Iâm immersed in Piscean energy. Maybe one of you is Neptune dominant or has Pisces in 1st. Itâs the feeling of a high school crush, the intense, beautiful and almost soul-crushing one, but the kind of connection that has a lasting impact. Even if you havenât known this person for a long time, they are eager to know more about you, all the little things that you do and say are stuck in the back of their mind. They donât take it for granted. Youâre extremely important to them, regardless of the nature of this relationship, youâre someone they want around.
how do they feel towards you? three of cups âą five of wands âą nine of swords.
Theyâre anxious, because theyâve got some heavy competition. Even if they see all these positive qualities in you, this person is afraid theyâll ruin the friendship by risking it. So many people are interested in you, that theyâre afraid of rejection, afraid of all the people vying for your attention and sometimes, they just wish they could get rid of these feelings already. Itâs possible thereâs a 3rd party situation going on - either you or them could be in a committed relationship and thereâs a lot of guilt and anxiety involved. Youâre this personâs wish come true, but they donât know what to do. Theyâre stuck in their head about it, fantasizing about coming towards you, talking to you and not feeling so insecure or jealous when they see you with someone else. I got the vivid imagery of someone seeing their crush talking to someone else at a party and being almost soul crushed by the fact that theyâre so afraid of approaching the other. Itâs giving me fanfiction vibes (in the best way possible, I promise). Iâm almost sorry for this person because theyâre so blindsided by their pessimism that they canât fully see a way into being with you, no matter how much they want to. They know they need to make a move before they lose you for good, though.
channeled messages: âiâm so sick of love songsâ, âi just want to talk to youâ, instagram, DMâs, subtle flirting, âare you alone tonight?â, crush, âi feel invisibleâ, insecurity, jealousy, bonfire party, college life, âgive me back my jacketâ, inside jokes.
channeled song: Are You Bored Yet? by Wallows ft. Clairo.
PILE THREE đ
what do they think about you? eight of cups âą six of cups âą the devil.
âGone for goodâ, I just heard that. My playlist started playing sad breakup songs too, itâs honestly a little heartbreaking and quite bittersweet. This person thinks, well, they know youâve left them behind and you seem done with them. You left them and theyâre triggered. Theyâve got so much going on in their head, always filled with âwhat ifsâ. Your connection has turned sour and they think you wanted to pursue something better for yourself, something that didnât trigger the both of you so much. I feel like this connection may have turned toxic, so they know you needed to leave, but nonetheless, theyâre grieving, theyâre sour and bitter. I donât know if this person was heavily immature towards you or even disrespectful, but you left them on a chokehold because they didnât expect you to simply walk away so easily. I donât think itâs been easy for either one of you. Iâm more so feeling a situationship or a friendship kind of vibe here, not a full, official commitment. Everything they see in you is almost a projection of their worst fears. All your worst traits mirror back to them, calling them to do some soul deep healing. I saw the Death card in the back of my mind, so I think this person knows itâs time to move on, to let you go, but theyâre still obsessing over this ending youâve had and itâs possible they lurk on your social media. Itâs not an evil or malicious energy, but theyâre not in a good headspace to talk or see you right now.
how do they feel towards you? two of swords âą knight of cups âą ten of wands.
Sometimes they love you, they miss you. Sometimes they just hate everything that came to be about the two of you. Theyâre tired, overburdened by their feelings, so sick of feeling so much and nothing at the same time. This person canât really pinpoint exactly what they feel for you, but I got nauseous and almost sick to my stomach? I think they just wish they could erase this pain forever, but sometimes, they wish they could get some closure from you as well. Itâs possible they wish they could give you some closure as well. All these messy feelings are taking their time in this personâs heart and body, but I think this connection, as triggering as it may have been, has brought up a lot of things back into the surface. Regardless of how they feel about you, it all ties back to their wounds, their feelings and themselves. I got some heavy Scorpio feelings in the last section and now Iâm getting some Libra - I feel like those were significant energies and placements for your pile. This personâs not only heartbroken but almost⊠burnt out by everything that went down. Theyâre slowly trying to heal, to let go and forgive, but theyâre not having the easiest time. I donât think theyâre âevil eyeingâ you in any way, but I also think some distance will do the both of you some good. I feel like Spirit wants to emphasize how good this ending will be for you.
channeled messages: âyou deserve betterâ, âi want to go back to who i was, mental health, physical health, âget over itâ, 777, friends with benefits, messing around, fuck around and find out, taylor swift, moved on, finally, second chances, âi was a second optionâ, simply unrequited.
channeled song: Berenstein by The Band CAMINO | extra: Favourite Song by Tim Chadwick.
PILE FOUR đ©”
what do they think about you? the magician âą ace of cups âą six of swords.
Youâre so nurturing, healing and magical. This person sees you as some sort of fairy, a beautiful, wholesome person whoâs got so much love to give and to receive. Even the song that started playing is one of my favorites, a very healing and soft one. They see you as a safe person, an Earth angel, someone whoâs almost like their lucky charm. The vibes here arenât only romantic - they fit for friendships and familial relationships too. Theyâve got a lot of fond memories and stories of you. I see someone going through a photo album and laughing to themselves in joy. This person sees a lot of good things in you and youâve given them some sort of renewed faith in connections and humanity. They know youâve been through a lot - they see youâre still healing. Every now and then, they catch glimpses of moments when youâre not feeling so good, but they still see your potential and growth nonetheless. I think your words and presence calm this person down. They value your advice immensely, all your words of wisdom and encouragement. I feel like Gemini and Leo are significant placements for this pile - I got the Strength card in the back of my mind, with the woman caressing the lion in the card. You bring calm and softness to this personâs life.
how do they feel towards you? queen of pentacles âą ace of pentacles âą two of wands.
I heard âwife you upâ, lol. If this is a romantic connection, this person wants to offer you a deeper form of commitment - in whatever way that means for your connection. I feel like this person is smitten by you, even if youâre friends, youâre their closest, most prized friend. Theyâre making plans for something bigger, something greater between the two of you. This person views you as someone they could have ultimate success in every way, someone trustworthy and someone they intend on making accommodations for to fit in their life. Itâs so soft and sweet, I see a woman arranging and rearranging pillows in a soft-looking bedroom to make sure her guests will be comfortable during their stay. I think theyâre making room for you in their heart and mind, even their home as well. Maybe they havenât told you, but theyâre giddy to have met you and to spend more time with you. If this person proposes to you soon, please donât tell them I told you! Iâm not trying to ruin their plans, but let me say your connection has some really sweet, lovely surprises along the way. If you get engaged though, let me know, pile four. Iâm really happy for you!
channeled messages: âfight for youâ, âlet me love youâ, acts of service, bouquets, rainy days, âput your head on my shoulderâ, âitâs okay to cryâ, âi want to be there for youâ, âyou donât have to pretend with meâ, cupping someoneâs face in your hands, comfort food, hugs, ice cream, care bears, pisces, cancer, healing, therapy, inner child.Â
channeled song: Room Service by Holly Humberstone | extra: Break For You by Valley.
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very serene theme that's been stuck in my mind ever since i first heard it
yk, one thing i've slowly come to internalize is that, once you share your art with the world, it's no longer just yours; it's for everyone.
sounds a bit stupid because realistically speaking i still am responsible for arranging and/or writing the songs that i release... but i think people should be free to interpret art however they like, bad or not. you can obviously tell whether or not people interpret a piece of art in bad faith, but i don't think that stops the fact that people are allowed to think what they do.
there have been times where i've tried to change people's minds on why i make specific stylistic choices, but i really should acknowledge that people will interpret it based on their own knowledge and experiences. i feel like i should bring this up because sometimes people don't necessarily see the true intent i want to convey or deliver in a song or my other artistic works, and that's probably for the best. maybe there simply isn't a definitive answer as to what something would truly mean, especially for something so abstract.
people should be allowed to create their own meaning out of the feelings they get from something, though obviously it would be much more appreciated if subjects were handled with more nuance and maturity. people can find their own happiness in their own ways. it's a hard concept to fully grasp, but when you actually slow down and look around... you'll realize that, that minor form of self-expression is a very beautiful thing.
i wrote all that down because this song really just, reminded me about how a song as beautifully written as this one exists in our reality. i personally have never fully played through any pokemon game, so playing gold/ silver/ crystal is out of the question. gameplay just never clicked with me, sorry.
but the thing about this song... or , well, the heartgold/ soulsilver arrange of this song just reminded me of a lot of the beauty in life, despite my suffering.
it's hard for me to have a long-distance relationship, but i am just about as happy as my boyfriend is for us forming a meaningful bond together. his opinions may come off as wacky and kooky and he may be a bit absent-minded; but deep down, i know he really cares a lot about the things he talks about. i've told him many times how unbearable it was watching him squabble with other people about their own opinions, but i still love him regardless. there are times when we respectfully disagree on things so it isn't so grim as i've written it out to be.
i just wished that people would take video games as an art form much more seriously, and when i came to talk to him about it, he agrees with me but simply says he can't do a lot to help the situation; i very much understand that. sometimes we all just have different opinions on things and while that may warrant unwanted conflicts, that's entirely fine.
i like to imagine national park as like, a place that people regularly go to in this universe (no i do not know what part of the pokemon world this is). i like to believe that we'd see different kinds of people here, thus the arrangement reflecting that fact added up with the commentary. you'd never know what you'd learn from other people. the more i appreciate people's perspectives, maybe the more happier i am. like with my boyfriend.
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Cockpit | knj
Pair: Namjoon x reader
Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.
Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood,
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Itâs early in the summer, about the end of June you are finally able to take a weekend off of work, the hospital you work at never gave up on you through the weekends, especially during summer weekends where most accidents occur, which is specifically the season you regret taking your medical degree.
Standing in your apartment around 8 in the evening, struggling to correct your eyeliner in front of the long full body mirror in your bedroom, you curse under your breath for fucking up your eyeliner again before putting down the pencil and smudging the stupid line you already put on your lash lines.
You applaud yourself, even though you sucked to begin with, it didnât turn out half bad. Or at least thatâs what you convince yourself.
Your phone buzzes on your nightstand which makes the music youâre already playing on your phone go quieter, you turn while singing the missed part of the song youâre playing, you look at the screen, itâs Hoseok, your high school best friend who ended up being your really close friend even after all these years of studying abroad and being busy with work, your parents became close with his since they already love him.
You slide down the notification.
âyou better be ready when im thereâ
âu know I hate waiting in the carâ
âand you always take so long so pls be readyâ
You were going to the club to celebrate the last weekend of your friend Yoongi being single, you had already chose a short flattering, but very revealing dress, barely covers your lower ass, silver that fully exposes the tattoo on your spine of a long flower that ends on the nape of your neck, your dress barely covers your lower back, with silver high heels.
You rarely get a chance to dress up because of your time consuming work that robbed all the fun out of your life, not long ago you started balancing work and having an actual life, you and Hoseok visited different clubs and went on so many hiking trip together through the past year which resulted in you making a new friend to add to your group, Hoseok is such a social butterfly and a comfortable person to be around.
Your lips curve in a soft smile, well heâs right, no matter how hard you try to manage your time, youâre always late, your fingers automatically hover over the screen to reply.
âyes sir.â With a salute emoji.
You get up and take off your pajama set and get into the small dress you chose, you loosen your big curls and make the final touches, youâre looking perfect and you knew it, tonight will be solely about having fun, Yoongi is actually getting married!
Your phone rings after a few minutes and you know itâs Hoseok, you answer and inform him that youâll be down in seconds, you take your purse and put in your sample size perfume, phone and lipstick, before getting in your not comfortable very high heels, you turn off the lights and make your way out of the building.
You spot his fancy Porsche parked right in front of the entrance, you roll your eyes when you see him walk out the car and make his way towards you.
âLook at you.â He holds his hands out to hold yours. âYou look like a disco ball.â He spins you and whistles, which makes click your tongue and look at him with your free hand on your hip.
âA beautiful disco ball.â He elaborates, he looks good too, wearing a gray suit with the first 4 buttons of his off-white shirt unbuttoned. You hug him and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. âLetâs get going weâre already late.â
Flaws and all, I love âem all, to me youâre perfect
The moment you walk into the club, Hoseok walking behind you with his hand on your back, slowly guiding you to the table youâre friends booked, place already packed with people. And once Taehyung spots you he gets up with his drink in his hand. âFinally.â He starts dancing, slowly making his way towards you, which makes you sway your shoulders, dancing with him and laugh at him, clearly heâs already drunk.
He hugs you in his big arms and kisses your temple softly. âThere you are, I hope you enjoyed the hike you didnât invite me to.â He says in a sarcastic note making you nudge him in the chest.
You, Hoseok, Yoongi and his fiancĂ© Mia had went on a hike a couple weeks ago which Mia suggested and you couldnât decline her offer, you couldâve told the boys but it all happened so quick, you didnât get a chance to invite any of them.
âCome on, it wasnât that fun any way.â You say subtly into his ear which he smirks and takes another sip of his drink, he hugs Hoseok before both of you approach your table, you hug Yoongi and he hugs you back. âItâs really happening huh?â You rub his back.
âIâm really putting my dick in jail.â He laughs, handing you his drink, which you donât think twice before sipping it.
âCome on, weâre getting a round of shots!â Seokjin moves a seat away to give you space to sit, his hair grew longer than you could ever remember, he pushed it back but a few strands manage to slip on his forehead.
âYou guys are already drunk?â You exclaim before taking a shot glass from him, you all stand up and clink your shots together.
âTo putting Yoongiâs dick in jail!â Jungkook says loud which makes you all repeat after him. âTo putting Yoongiâs dick in jail!â You swallow the shot and cringe immediately at the bitter taste, which makes you chase it with the nearest glass of juice you find on the table.
âHey. Y/N, letâs dance.â Jimin puts his hand on your back, you shake your head immediately in refusal. âI need more alcohol.â
Jimin ends up pulling Taehyung to the dance floor, you take your seat between Yoongi and Seokjin, Hoseok already headed to the bar to grab you both drinks.
âThey finally let you off work?â Seokjin asks out loud for you to hear him, you nod and straighten your back. âI didnât take a weekend off since October.â You pout, he nods and take a sip of his drink. âYouâll figure it out soon, itâs always difficult in the beginning.â
You and Seokjin met at the bar near the hospital you work out, heâs a pediatrician resident in his 4th year, you never knew he worked at the same hospital until you met him at the bar, it was only Hiâs and Helloâs at the beginning of your friendship, but he made his way into the group when he actually showed up when you needed him, heâs a bully sometimes, which makes you laugh even when you force it out, but heâs the sweetest.
âAnd you?â You turn to Yoongi. âHow are you not panicking?â
He rolls his eyes at you and puts his drink down, âTypical Y/Nâ
Studying abroad has definitely made you a bit more open minded than usual, itâs not that you refuse relationships, youâre totally not against them, but itâs just not your thing. Youâve never been through a full experience to love and be loved, but you never craved it. Back while you were studying, your week nights were devoted just for studying and focusing on your career, but on the weekends, you had to spend them out, partying, clubbing, having flings with a couple of people, you liked your lifestyle and you still enjoy it being like this.
You nudge Yoongi in his arm and add. âYouâre so brave for doing this, Iâm happy for you.â
âI would totally agree with Y/N, I would panic.â Jungkook shrugs, which makes you high five him.
âCome on.â Seokjin scoffs. âJungkook wants to pound every pussy in Seoul before getting married.â
âWord.â Hoseok agrees without even getting the context while putting your drinks down, Jungkookâs mouth falls as if he was offended. âHeâs not wrong.â Hoseok shrugged.
Not long after, youâre not completely drunk, but drunk enough to get on the dance floor with Taehyung and Yoongi, youâre sandwiched between them, the three of you dancing to the loud beat of music, the dance floor is crowded as hell, people making out and kissing in the corner of the club, some even grinding against each other, the place smells like a mix of perfume, cologne, and hormones.
Seokjin joins you eventually and starts dancing with you, you laugh at how stupidly drunk he is, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes barely kept open. You lean closer to his ear. âIâm gonna go grab a drink.â
You go over to the crowded bar, you hardly find a place to stand next to man waiting for his drink, you stumble on the small step you didnât see, which you curse under your breath for not paying attention, you barely bump into the manâs elbow, you out of habit apologize while panicking. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay.â He said, you could feel him looking down at you while youâre checking if your heels are okay, you shrug it off once it looks okay, you walk closer to the bar while leaning your elbows on it, waiting for the bartender to notice you.
âAre you okay?â The gentleman asks, right until now you realized you donât know who this deep voice belongs to, you turn to look at him, sharp nose, a charming smile with a soft dimple on his cheek, small orbs that stare right into yours.
You visibly gulp and nod, studying his face and features more, he even dares to shoot a sweet smile at you. He knows he has a beautiful smile and he uses it as move to make.
And at this moment you realize youâve been quite for an uncomfortable amount of time.
âYeah. Iâm alright.â You nod, you know itâs not that hot in June, but youâre sweating. He turned his face to the bartender and you notice his soft jaw and long neck, his long fingers wrap around the glass, youâre pretty sure he said something, but you were busy staring at his buff arms making their way to his back pocket to locate his wallet, your eyes chase every single movement he makes, and with his hands locating his wallet in his front pocket, your eyes fall on his thick thighs, where did this man come from?
âWhat can I get you?â The bartender asks, immediately making you snap out of your thoughts, you look up and clear your throat. âIâll have a martini.â
An awkward silence and tension builds between you and the man right next to you, you want to say something but you donât want to sound stupid, you choose to ignore your thoughts and just take your phone out of your purse and act occupied, you look very stupid when youâre deleting old pictures on your phone.
âY/N?â He says, which makes your eyes widen and you almost choke in your own breath, you look at him again, Do you know him?
âIâm sorry?â You answer surprisingly fast, which makes him take a sip from his drink and laugh. âYour phone case is a pass card.â
Youâre confused for a second, still trying to process what heâs saying, youâre drunk, but not drunk enough to be this stupid and slow and thick?
He can easily read your face and he shoots you another one of his smiles, he knows what heâs doing.
He gives you a look, which clearly means âCan I?â, And you shrug telling him to elaborate. He grabs your phone and flips it over still remaining in your hands, which reveals your see through phone case, that you have your hospital pass card inside it, showing your full name in a large font.
âAh this.â You immediately turn your phone back, you hope he didnât see too much, like where you work or whatâs your job. You look back at him to see him staring right into your face, studying your features too.
âIâm Namjoon.â He reaches his hand out to shake yours, and you donât hesitate at all to shake his hand back and feel his long fingers squeezing your hand ever so softly, both of you shaking hands and not letting go for a few seconds.
âIâm sorry for catching you off guard.â He grins, which makes you feel like something is pinching you in your stomach. âBut you have your pass card on full display, which if it makes you feel better, I just saw your first name, nothing else.â He adds, like he knew what you were concerned about.
âY/N!â Jungkook calls from behind, which makes you pull your hand away from Namjoonâs in the speed of light, your weird attitude doesnât go unnoticed by him, he looks back at Jungkook and turns back to face the bar and take a sip of his drink.
âCome on, weâre popping the champagne.â Jungkookâs hand sits respectfully on your upper back, you nod and look back at him. âIâm waiting for my drink, Iâll follow you in a second.â although your drink has been sitting in front of you for the past few seconds, Jungkook is too drunk to notice and he heads back to your table, Namjoon turns to look at the sight of Jungkook joining the rest of the boys around the table.
âYour boyfriend?â He asks, which you think is a little bit over the line.
âHim?â You cringe. No offense to Jungkook, but you and him are just friends, you almost ended up sleeping with him long time ago and thankfully it didnât happen, youâre just friends, and youâre smart enough to know itâs wrong if you did it. âAbsolutely not.â You enunciate it.
Your fingers wrap around your drink and you know itâs your turn to make him look. âNice to meet you Namjoon.â You clink your glass with his thatâs resting on the table, and you turn and move your hair to the side to expose your tatted back to him, you walk towards the table and join the boys for the rest of the night.
Your night has come to an end, youâre leaning against the wall outside the club with Jimin waiting for Hoseok to bring his car, your heels in your hands and Jiminâs jacket on your shoulders, muffled music from inside still in your ears, youâre done for the night, youâre not completely drunk, but you started having a strong headache minutes ago, you need to rest, shower and go to sleep.
You laugh at Taehyung teasing Jungkook and you join Taehyung, Jungkook ends up flipping Taehyung off and sending you a fly kiss which is way over you when you see behind him Namjoon, walking out of the club with what seems like his friends.
Ironically, you can hear the song âSatisfactionâ played from the inside.
Push me, and then just touch me.
Till I can get my satisfaction.
He had his suit jacket in his hands, he was rolling his shirt sleeves slowly up with his long fingers.
Are you drooling?
He sits on a near bench and just man spreads his legs, his hand taking out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, he takes one out and puts it in between his plump lips, clicking the lighter a couple of times while shielding the flame with his other hand before it goes to his hair and runs his fingers through it, he looks around and notices you staring at him, youâre not even blinking. He hallows his cheeks while taking a drag and blows out a huge cloud of smoke.
This man walked out of a fucking book!
He doesnât hesitate to show you his dimple one last time before winking at you, your breath hitches and your hand goes to your stomach, thereâs a knot that you feel only he can make it feel better, youâre sweating more than usual, and you can feel the heat between your legs getting uncomfortable.
âDrive safe Hoseok.â Jin opens the passenger seat and looks at you, you snap out of your thoughts and turn towards the car, âDonât forget our dinner tomorrow.â He adds.
You had already planned on a celebration dinner for Yoongi too, this time a little more formal considering some of the boys are bringing along their girlfriends. You nod and look one last time at Namjoon. You secretly wish you took his number or had a drink with him, but youâre not a girl who makes a first move, for your prideâs sake, itâs always guys making a move on you.
âText me when you get there safe.â Yoongi leans his palms on the roof of the car, you get into the car and buckle your seat belts.
You and Yoongi didnât meet long ago, about a year and a half ago, you were with Hoseok and Jungkook playing bowling, when Jungkook got a little too competitive and decided to challenge the table next to you, which had Yoongi, his girlfriend, now fiancĂ©. And other friends. Yoongi won of course, which you and Hoseok admired that finally someone humbled this man, you met him again at the bowling place and you just clicked with him. Heâs also offered his help since he works at a bank, he makes everything easier for you. Heâs a true friend.
âGood night.â You smile at him. âIâll see you guys tomorrow.â You wave to the rest of the boys and they wave back, you turn to look at that bench again, Namjoon mustâve left because you canât locate him, you lean your head back into the car seat and your hands move to the air conditioning, youâre on fire!
Hoseok didnât drink throughout the night since heâs driving, he did take a couple sips of whine, but heâs not drunk at all.
Doesnât take that long to get back to your place, you undress and get into the shower and clean off your makeup, you take a bottle of water out from the fridge and sit in your living room.
The images of this man is haunting you, you only know his name and his face, you donât know what he does, where he lives, how old is he?
You look at your phone and open up your social media, shuffling between the apps and searching âNamjoonâ. You donât even know his last name, he could use a picture thatâs not his.
Your friends admired that you were talented in finding peopleâs accounts, especially when one of the men had a secret crush on a girl, you would help them find her social accounts by trying to search in different ways.
And you did manage to find an instagram account, the username matching his real name, the picture was taken on a beach, a figure of a tall man with his back turned to the camera, it could be him after all
You open the account but itâs clearly not active, following 120 accounts and followed by 70, and only 1 photo uploaded. But the account is private.
You put down your phone in frustration and sigh, you end up gulping your water and going to bed. Itâs just a one time thing, you wonât see him again.
Or at least thatâs what you think.
Itâs the moment he walks back to his house when he feels the heavy weight of the world on his shoulders, he stands in front of his apartment door, debating whether he should go inside or just go crash at his parents.
No, no. They donât have to know.
Kim Namjoon, the successful man who went out of the box and did the extraordinary, chose an out of the box job, with a high degree. Quickly managed to pull his life together and marryâwell not the love of his life, itâs the woman he got used to being around.
Married for 3 years and not once did he feel that this marriage is about them, it was about her and only her.
First year was low key not that bad but not that good either, every married couple have fallouts, but he assumes that they both have to compromise, but only he had to compromise. She wants everything done her way, she wants him to eat what she eats, go where she goes, not out of love, but out of habit of controlling people around her.
Yet he was sweet and considerate, she travelled to a different province to live with him away from her parents, maybe thatâs why sheâs acting like this, sheâs probably homesick, he did everything he could to make it up to her, he bathed her with love and gifts and money. He wanted to show her the world quite literally, but she just refuses every act of love, even denies his touch in front of their family, never did she ever like a photo he posted of both of them, she never left a comment which he really craves. He wants to show people he loves her.
Even when he once tried to surprise her on their one year anniversary, booked her first class seats to New York on new years eve, she completely rejected and never even said thank you. Goodness, she never even gifted him on his birthday.
Second year things went significantly downhill, when they found out sheâs pregnant. Planning for kids was never on the table, not that they donât want kids, but this kid is totally unplanned for. He so desperately wants to be a dad, but heâs not sure how she feels about him, or most importantly how he feels about her. Theyâre married just by name.
She made up an excuse for being a tough sleeper and she wanted her own bed, he gave up the master bedroom to give her her own space, and moved out to the couch at first when he thought it was temporarily or short termed.
3 Months, 4 months..
9 Months passed, she gave birth and came up with another excuse of the baby crying at night, he had flights to catch in the morning, she doesnât want to mess up his sleep. As if she cares.
A man has his own desires, he tried different ways, kissing her, touching, even suggesting movie nights to show her something that might make her aroused, none.
He adores his son, thatâs whatâs keeping him sane at the moment, although when he comes back late from work, baby Jay mostly gets ready for bed by that time. Play time with daddy is not allowed, he canât even love his son the way he should.
His son turned 2 in their third year of marriage, he can now talk , walk, even run. And baby Jay doesnât seem to like mommy as much as he likes daddy, although he spends most of the weekends in Ilsan with her parents, but heâs still attached to his daddy.
It was 2 in the morning, standing in front of his apartment door, the debate tonight is taking longer than usual, especially when he saw you, the astonishing lady who fucking screams his type, outgoing, gorgeous, attractive, social hence your large group of friends.
He searches his pockets before fishing out his ring, puts it back on his left ring finger, before pressing the pass code on the door, the lights are.. On?
He makes his way inside his flat and locks the door behind him, âWhere have you been?â She storms out from the guests room, a huge ugly frown on her once he thought was a pretty face.
âIâm sorry, I went out with guys from work.â Namjoonâs job kind of restrained him when it came to having friends, he did have some, but they ended up getting busy with their regular jobs and life, it became easier to hang out with his co workers because they got off work together, plus they click and get along really well.
âDo you know what time it is?â
When he looks at her, he swims in a deep pond of thoughts in his head, he canât even remember the last time she showed him skin, he did excuse her when she gave birth when she wanted to be in comforting clothes, but their soon is at her parents house, she could at least try and show some skin.
In a pair of sweat pants and an oversized stained shirt, who is he to judge, at least sheâs comfortable, and those stains show her effort of being a lousy housewife.
âIâm sorry.â He apologizes for the second time in a span of 4 minutes, walks closer to her, a few inches away from grabbing her hips, she immediately hovers her hand on his chest, not even touching him, signaling him to get away. âEw, did you smoke?â She covers her nose with the back of her hand, before turning and walking towards the bedroom while shutting off the living room lights. âClean yourself up and go to bed, and turn of the rest of the lights, weâre paying too much for the bills.â
A small breath of frustration leaves his nose, she slams the door shut which he doesnât even flinch, heâs so used to her being the worst human being heâs ever met.
He puts his jacket down on the couch and throws himself down on it, his head falls back and his eyes just close for a split second.
Music from the club still playing in his head when he remembers your breath taking figure walking away from him, your back explicitly making a show for him, he wished he could touch your tattoo with his fingertips at least. And what you didnât see was his eyes roaming around your body, as if heâs not believing his eyes actually seeing someone that looks exactly like the woman he imagined having in his teenage years.
His eyes so passionately with high concentration focus on your calves and thighs, up to your ass that he wants to dive in so desperately, he admires your skin color, the small birthmark on the back of your thigh, your chest rising when your breathing quickens, up to your long neck begging for his fingers to just wrap around and for his lips to suck on, up to your lips pursing with each word and your tongue moving to your lower lip when you look at him, then finally his eyes met yours, and he finds the way you look at him insanely hot, he was never looked at like this, and heâs so positive that you both are on the same page.
His eyebrows scrunch in a frown when he rewinds the night.
Did you just flirt with someone when youâre married? Â He thinks before scoffing, totally forgetting the tought that he started filing for divorce a couple weeks ago, without even letting his wife know, itâs the last thing he wanted for his son to experience his parents getting a divorce, but his marriage went down the pooper and itâs just a lost cause.
The lawyer said itâs going to take some time, especially when thereâs a baby between them, but still, is he allowed to flirt with someone while still being involved in a marriage?
But fuck, what you actually do to him? He finds himself palming his jeans, slowly but surely unzipping it to make himself more comfortable, the bulge in his pants is way too tight for his liking.
He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, undressing in seconds and getting under the running warm water, his hands move to his body lotion before he puts some into his palm and rubs it all over his sculpted big body, his hands going slowly to his already erect cock, he grabs the head tightly in between his thumb and index finger, stroking it slowly, making sure to take his time to feel the pleasure, his eyes even close and all he can see is you
Namjoon was a man with a fucking wild brain and an even wilder imagination, sudden scenarios go through his brain, you dancing, even him touching you, his eyes close tighter, not totally satisfied with his vanilla imagination, it needs to be harder.
And in a snap of a finger he can see himself fucking your tight pussy from behind, ruining you and using you to release all his frustration, he imagines kissing your spine and running his tongue on it. His messed up thoughts show him your mouth around his monstrously large dick, choking on it, and thatâs when he totally gives in and grows weaker, his muscles relaxing when he shoots continuous white ribbons of cum on the shower floor, his breath going quicker when he releases, he tenses again and a small groan escapes his plump lips when he looks down at his cock still shooting cum, this has never happened with him before and it makes him wonder on the spot, fuck what are you doing to him.
His palm automatically leans on the wall for support, he starts breathing slowly to control his breath. He came hard imagining you in his hands, which if you knew you would be flattered.
He cleans himself up and gets out of the shower, gets dressed and rushes to bed, he has to pick up Jay from Ilsan tomorrow.
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