#like..... idk the idea that i could be with someone im attracted to n like a lot could like me back.... it just... it doesnt seem plausible

[bangcakes]

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[heetos]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲?

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pairing - best friend!sunghoon x afab!reader

wc - 1.4k

synopsis - going out to parties with your mate sunghoon meant you're gonna have the time of your life, but you didn't expect him to show up in the shirt you'd bought for him to be enough to flip your switch.

tw - themes of jealousy, making out, oral (m. receiving), curses, nicknames, lmk if i missed something !

a/n - hiiie ! first work im kinda nervous eekkk. i feel like there's a lot more story than smut idk ? it's literally 4 am i haven't proofread cause im getting dizzy lmaoo. but hopefully you guys like it ! do lmk plss <3

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

denying you're in love with your best friend has almost become habitual to you. you don't want to ruin your friendship with him, really, but you just can't help it when he wears those sleeveless tops with his arms out. his fashion sense always stood out to you, the way every piece of clothing would wrap around his perfect body made your attraction towards him get deeper. he wasn't just a hot piece of ass, he was genuinely the sweetest guy someone could ask for. you thought you could control your obsession, but when those girls would eye your guy, you'd lose it.

going to parties was always fun for you guys, you guys would talk until some girls huddle around him and make you blurred. you'd get wasted out of your mind, and he'd drive you home. that's your idea of fun. what you never noticed was sunghoon always pushing all the girls aside to find you in the crowd.

tonight would be no different, you'd have to mask your flustered face around him once again, or so you thought.

you arrived at the party a few minutes before him. you sat at near the kitchen talking to your other friends when you felt his presence next to you. you turn your head around, only to see him wearing the shirt you had bought for him. your mouth went agape seeing him effortlessly look stunning under the flashing lights.

"something wrong?" he asks, running his hand through his hair.

"no... uh- uhm- nothing's wrong you look nice i guess.." you look away to the side mentally slapping yourself for losing it.

"you guess? i literally wore this shirt for you im gonna kill you" his eyes trail your face as he lightly slaps your shoulder.

"yeah park i get it, i said you look nice, be happy" you barely let out, processing him wearing it for you.

a group of girls walk upto him, as always, you knew the drill, your time with him was over now.

"hey sunghoon! i love your shirt, it's so sexy! where did you get it?" they blush and laugh right in his face.

sunghoon unexpectedly wraps his arm around your waist. "y/n got it for me. it looks so good right?"

the smile on those girls disappear as they compliment him and drift into the crowd.

you on the other hand, prayed to god he couldn't hear your heartbeat. such a sudden action made you lose your mind. you turn towards him staring at him laugh at the crowd. "what was that for?" you poke him slightly.

"ouch man, excuse me for showing me what my girl got me" he smirks as he looks into your lovesick eyes.

"stop that shut up!" you nudge his shoulder getting up to take a drink.

he instantly puts his arm around your wrist, pulling you back down. "no getting drunk tonight, im not carrying your ass to your 3rd floor room again bro"

you tsked and landed on his lap, eyes widening as your dress rides up higher.

you got upto move but his hands secured around your waist. "isn't this fun?" he whispers in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine.

you slap his hand away and get up, now matter now badly you wanted to grind on his lap.

he watches you get up with a pout on his lips. "damn you kinda made me hard there" he smirks and runs his fingers through his hair.

heat rushes to your face at that, mind processing all this is real. "huh? made you hard?"

"yeah, well, you make me go crazy all the time. remember that the guy who disappeared right after he asked for your number?"

"holy shit no way" you gasp processing he actually did that.

"like you're driving me crazy right now" his hand trails up your thigh, your breath hitching at his delicate hands touching your sensitive thighs.

you look up and stare into his eyes, the most beautiful eyes you've seen. you gulp, cupping his face pressing a deep kiss to his soft lips.

sunghoon's eyes widen in suprise as he feels your lip gloss coating his lips. his heart races as he kisses you back eagerly.

actions speak more than words seems to have come to life as you both pour your feelings into the kiss.

as the kiss heats up, his hand grips your waist while his tongue prods at your lower lip. you quickly open your lips allowing him to suck your tongue.

your cherry lipstick and lipgloss coat his skin as he puts his hand on yours and trails it to his crotch. you gasp into his mouth feeling him grow under your palm.

he smiles into the kiss, feeling you gasp as you make contact with his clothed dick. he groans softly into your mouth as he pulls away watching you fix your lipstick. "you're so fucking beautiful"

you smile at him admiring his face full of smudges and kisses from your lips. you get up as he watches your tiny hand pull him into a room.

as you guys enter the room, sunghoon locks the door as you quickly tip toe and latch your lips onto his, not wanting to break the kiss for a moment. he smiles into the kiss as you both topple onto the bed.

after making out once again, you pull off breathless, as you watch him caresses your thighs.

"can i blow you?" you let out watching him turn into a mess.

sunghoon's breath hitches as he looks into your eyes watching you get onto your knees under him. "fuck yes" groans, his hand finding your hair. gently guiding your head between his legs.

you pull down his pants, teasingly palming him over his boxers. watching his annoyed look, you pull his boxers down and lick a bold stripe on his tip.

"ah..fuck" sunghoon bites his lip, his hips jerking up off the bed feeling your warm mouth come in contact with his dick.

you spit on his cock as precum dribbles out of his silt, you've wanted to do this for so long, and now you know he wanted it too. you take your hands and wrap it around his cock as you spread his precum all over his dick. feeling him shudder, you take his tip inside your mouth as you keep licking his silt. you fully take him in your mouth as you begin to bob your head up and down.

"fuck baby, that feels so good" sunghoon pants, gripping your hair tightly. "keep doing that.. f-fuck you're so good" he gasps as he feels you take him deeper, his hips bucking up against your mouth.

looking at his reactions, you moan around his length sending a deep vibration to his throbbing cock.

"fuck !" sunghoon moans loudly, his hips thrusting forward as he feels you vibrate his dick and take it him in your throat. his heart pounds in his chest as he feels the pleasure build up inside him. 'k-keep.. fucking. doing that.." he moans at you looking up at him with doe eyes.

you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head faster as you feel his grip on your hair tighten. wanting to see him cum, you trail your hands down to play with his sensitive balls.

"oh fuck fuck fuck fuck !" he groans, his moments becoming jerky as he loses control.

you pull off feeling him become a mess under you and put his balls in your mouth. you begin to suck them as you stroke him faster.

"fuck !" sunghoon cries out, his fingers digging into the sheets. he gasps, his hips jerking forward as he feels you suck on his balls. "ffuck.. 'm so close.." he says as he feels his orgasm building up inside him.

you speed up your actions, sucking him messily, feeling his balls tighten in your mouth, his tip turns deep red aching to climax.

"ah...! oh god ! " he moans feeling his body tense up in the pleasure. 'fuck...just like that... don't stop!. he grips your hair tightly urging you to not stop. " 'm g-gonna cum..fuckkk !"

with a final cry of your name, sunghoon moans loudly as his cock throbs and releases ropes of hot cum on your tits. he groans, body shuddering with the intense pleasure.

"fuck.." he breathes out, "that was amazing..." his chest heaving as he watches you trying to catch your breath. "you okay love?, you're really fucking good at this"

"you're so damn hot like that" you say as you smile at him, happy to have him this way for you. you get up and press a small kiss to his lips.

"so beautiful babe" he admires your chest spoiled with his cum. "thank you for finally breaking your shell"

"hey! shut up or no head now" you pout at him before decorating his face with kisses again.

he smirks at your actions. "you must be soaking rn"

"you think park?"

end.

[binniebakery]

Doll

Non Idol AU Soobin x Fem!Reader, Friends to Lovers(?) ♡ Warnings: very heavily inspired by dollification (im crazy), reader is wearing cute/feminine clothing!!! suggestive!, soobin manhandling, mentions of a small reader, reader gets called nicknames (doll, dainty, cute, etc) ♡ A/N: ALRIGHT! this is for my fellow coquette girlies!! raise ur hand if u feel like this kink suits him because 🙈🙈asdfdfkj idk this may be a little ooc of soobin so i apologize in advance.. !! i love this concept sm i was literally biting my knuckles the entire time writing this🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️(in other words someone sedate me) also not proofread teehee

You sat there as cute as can be, your lovely skirt resting against your legs as you sat on the edge of your best friend’s bed. Soobin had invited you over to his apartment to hang out on a particularly boring evening. The room was completely silent, aside from the soft clicking and tapping of the controller in your dainty hands. Soobin was taking a shower but had messaged you to let yourself in if he wasn’t done by the time you arrived. You two had been friends for a good while, so you made yourself at home, kicking off your pretty heels and turning on his PC to play some new rhythm game he had installed.

After a proper few minutes you found yourself comfortably lying on your stomach, elbows propped as you tried to beat Soobin’s high score. Your frilly skirt riding up just slightly enough to show off a little more than you intended. Hearing the door open, you pause the game and look back to Soobin smiling. “Hey, enjoying yourself aren’t we?” he chuckled as he watched you kick your feet with a wide grin. “Yeah, took you long enough in the shower I was dying of boredom!” You teased as he sat on the bed next to you, his eyes lingering over you a bit longer than usual. You were too busy fiddling with the controller to even notice. “Your outfit’s cute today y/n.” Soobin softly mumbled as his fingers traced the lace of your skirt, fingertips almost grazing the exposed skin. You feel yourself shudder and immediately sit up, a nervous smile plays on your lips as you look up at Soobin who was still softly feeling the material. You flush at how his still-damp hair hangs around his handsome face. Even though he wore just a simple white t-shirt and jeans it was still enough to make him insanely attractive. “A-ah thanks! I just got this outfit actually.. ” Your voice beginning to fail you as your best friend looks down at you with a look you’ve never seen on him before. Before you could say anything else, Soobin lifts his large hand and cups your face gently, thumb caressing your cheek softly. You feel yourself wanting to melt into your best friend’s touch. Sure, Soobin wasn’t always that affectionate, but you were both comfortable enough around each other so he had his moments. Then again.. why was he looking at you like that? The way his eyes stared at your pouty lips felt as if he was enticing you to lean into his palm. And you did. “You’re so pretty y’know?.. Like a doll. I feel like.. I could just break you with how small you are.” He whispers and your eyes widen. “Wh- what? What do you m- mean..?” You see a slight blush form on his cheeks as if someone else but him had just said that out loud. Classic Soobin, always speaking his mind without a filter. Did he even have any idea just how this was affecting you right now? “Sorry.. I just.. That slipped out..” he mumbled and his eyes are back on your lips again. Your mind couldn’t think of anything to say in response, your cheeks felt like they were on fire as your hands sat in your lap. You didn’t dare to move an inch. “You’re just such a..” Soobin begins again as he moves the thumb that was caressing your warm cheek down to your soft pink lips. “Dainty girl..” His fingers held your chin so that you were looking up at him. You closed your eyes, breath beginning to shake as you just couldn’t into your best friend’s eyes.

“Will you let me see those pretty eyes y/n?” Soobin’s voice sounds like honey, warm, low, and smooth as he drags his thumb to smear your once-perfect lipgloss slightly. You open your eyes and he’s smiling at you, eyes half-lidded as if he were in a haze. “Atta girl. You listen so well..” He continues moving his thumb, caressing your plump bottom lip. From the way he was smirking anyone could see how he was enjoying this. The way you melt under his touch, it makes him want to ruin your pretty makeup even more. See the tears that stream down your pretty face, see how your eyes and nose get puffy, turning that perfect pink when you cry.  “S- Soobin.. my lip-” Your lips were smoothed shut as Soobin’s thumb smeared your lipgloss once more. “See? So easily played with, my whole hand just-” he squeezes your cheeks to prove his point, the color on his fingers now tinting parts of your cheeks. “Can hold your entire little face..” he chuckles quietly. Since when did he speak so condescendingly towards you? It didn’t matter, you secretly loved it. His large hand easily moved around, playing with your face as you stared at him through your pretty lashes. Your heart was pounding at the intimate attention and you found yourself craving more. You squeak as Soobin suddenly places you into his lap, large hands squeezing your waist once you were situated. His movements felt swift yet so careful. “Have to be gentle with you. You’re like a porcelain doll..” You find your breaths becoming more labored from the touch. With every touch he gave you, you felt the fire and intense atmosphere between you grow thicker. Large hands roaming your waist and sides, admiring your outfit. “S’cute..” he chuckles as you lean into his shoulder from embarrassment. “S- Soobin..” You were so flustered over how you felt. You’ve always felt an attraction towards him, but of course, keeping your feelings hidden was the path you chose as you weren’t even sure if he had feelings for you. However, his actions today seem to confirm he feels the same way.

“Pretty girl.. My pretty girl... Letting someone like me move you and touch you however I want..” he cooed as he ran his fingers through your perfectly done hair. Fingers lightly tugging at the ribbons you meticulously tied this morning, just enough so that they threatened to undo themselves. The same way he wanted you to become undone. “If it's you... then- it’s fine binnie..” For Soobin, hearing you say that in his neck ever so softly made his heart swoon. You used that nickname sparingly, only using it whenever you were feeling cheeky. Or whenever you wanted something. It drove him insane. You placed your hands on his chest as he tilted your head back, giving him space for his lips to start hovering over your pretty neck. You were completely under his control. Like he was the puppeteer and you, his cute little puppet for him to admire. Though you didn’t really mind the attention, did you?

You felt your breath hitch as he stayed still, your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of feeling his lips on your skin. You wanted it, needed it. “Please..” you softly whisper and Soobin smirks at your whines. “Does my pretty girl want me to do more?” He questions, voice sounding innocent and sweet but the look on his face was giving a completely different vibe. All you could do was nod in response. “Can my doll use her words for me?”

That was the final straw for you, forget the morality of it all. You nod again “p- please.. I want more..” you pleaded, looking at him with big doe eyes. Soobin’s eyes lingered on your face, the way your lipgloss was smeared across, the flush of your pretty cheeks, the way your lashes were curled to perfection. He was obsessed. You feel him lay you back, his larger body moving over you as his fingers admire the fabric of your outfit. “Mhm, good girl.. Let me treat my pretty doll with the utmost care then.”

[mydearneteyam]

Heyy, i already made a request abt a Aonung x Albino Navi/Navi from a cold region and u wanted that the request were more specific so im just going to give u more ideas:

Like i was thinking the reader is like a messenger (i think that its the word) from her clan for the exchange of materials between the two clans, so Aonung and the reader saw eachother before and it was like love at first sight (u can change this if u want tho but i imagine like aonung felt so attracted to them bcs it was like something new to him and he was curious 😭💕) so when they finally talk they pass a lot of time together learning about each other and their clans

And idk if u wanna write this but i also imagine like when Aonung try to court reader probably Ronal would be a bit against that cuz the reader definitely doenst look like any other navi and also they are from a very different place and she wants someone good for her son and the clan, but this its optional tho 💕

FRIENDS DON'T ;; AO'NUNG

summary ;; maybe only three days of five at your side were enough to gather courage.

pairing ;; ao'nung x fem!albino!cold-region!na'vi! reader

warnings ;; none

word count ;; 1.8k

word of the day ;; herwì [ˈhɛɾ.wɪ] n. snow

first a/n ;; i really like the idea because it kinda remind be of that movie of tinker bell ?? anyways, i tried my best !! hope to get your expectations ¡!

As the rain came down hard you couldn't help but give a yawn at the horizon. The afternoon had passed too quickly for your liking and, having arrived at Awa'atlu and set things up for the next few days, there wasn't much to do anymore. You began to count down the times for tomorrow, where you should first talk to the younger ones, or perhaps the boys your age, so that they would learn how to conserve the medicinal flora.

"I thought you preferred to hide" the voice of that boy made you smile and you denied.

"Only when the sun comes up."

You had met Ao'nung maybe seven years ago, the first time your parents allowed you to accompany them. It was a cold winter, before humans could approach the snowy mountains of your clan where at present, they were already settling. You remembered how you had run your hands through the water, excited to smell new scents and meet new people. You remembered the warmth inside your big coat that tried to cover you and also, of course, you remembered the faces of those who welcomed you to their lands.

"She is our daughter, we hope that in the future she will be the designated messenger for these islands, Tonowari" your father spoke, extending his pale hand to yours which despite being covered, was the same shade. Looking up you bumped into the one who was the chief, with his partner and hidden behind the Tsahìk were their eldest son and the youngest daughter.

You didn't really like it when your parents introduced you to other clans in the mountains. Not only because they might see you as weak or clumsy due to your moon-shiny skin, but also because they often wanted to get their hands on the 'gift of Eywa'. However, from Ronal's gaze you immediately picked up that your physique was not something that caught her attention in the least and even, she seemed to disown it, looking at you with disdain when she passed by you those five days you stayed as a young na'vi.

"The previous winter you didn't come. I thought--we thought you wouldn't come this time" the boy corrected himself ominously, positioning himself to one side of you, feeling how the rain was gradually lowering its intensity.

"You missed me?" by the way he looked at you, you noticed he was surprised by your comment, but when you laughed he could only roll his eyes.

"Please, you?" he grumbled, smiling. "You people teach slow, that's all. I had a hard time understanding them. I needed my designated teacher" he gave a false explanation to which you added other words with derision.

"Or maybe we are too fast for you" you started to walk back to the marui, but he took your hand. It felt warm, unlike yours which was always cold.

"Where are you going, are you planning to hide?"

"Show, actually."

...

Ao'nung wasn't an idiot. He knew that since the first winter his feelings for you had begun to blossom, ironic as it seemed. Though there was always something that made him recoil when he sought to express himself to you. Perhaps the idea that by having a beauty beyond perfection -according to him- you would be paired with someone from the snowy mountains, maybe because he belonged to the water and you to the snow or simply, the voice of his mother and friends was stuck deep in his mind and heart. But there was always something that stopped him from showing you his true personality.

His sister called him childish, but for him there was no other way to express himself to you. Give you a necklace? Not at all, he'd rather you find it and he'd just tell you that when you found it it was yours. Express directly how he wanted to court you? Those words would never come out of his lips.

"Why are we here?" he asked, escorting you to the marui where there were some furs.

"You told me my people teach too slow, so I'll teach you from now on" you shrugged to the side and began to speak.

But while, your voice was calm when you spoke and it was one of the things he admired most about you, he couldn't help but notice your braids, adorned with brown feathers that highlighted your colorless hair. You pointed and traced with your pale fingers the animal skins you brought from your lands, but now he looked at your eyes, similar to his, blue, no, yours were the color of the water between his hands, light blue.

"…Over there they don't grow, but here they do, so with them you can adjust them and they will remain as the drums for the return of the tulkun" you finished explaining.

The rain had returned and with your poor vision, you could only see things sharply from up close. You wondered if it was his hair, maybe his eyes, but something made you notice that the boy's presence was much closer than before.

"You understood, didn't you?" you preferred to believe it was just your condition about bad view and noticed that the boy nodded. "Well, would you rather I talk to you now about-?" but he interrupted you.

"Customs. Tell me about the customs of your clan" you blinked a couple of times and cocked your head.

Customs? It wasn't necessary. Nothing had to do with them in that winter's delivery.

"What, did I speak like an animal? Come on, tell me" at his insistence, you had no choice but to explain.

First you named the ways of hunting you had, explaining with a smile how unlike the forests, there were animals with thicker skin and even fur, so they were used for clothing, especially for you or your parents, who had to take more care of their skin.

Then you talked about the artistic expressions, showing him the designs of the baskets, then telling him about the tattoos of his clan, comparing them to the face paintings in your clan. You continued to explain to him for so long that the freedom felt incredible, at least until your mother walked in, surprised.

"Oh, it's time for dinner" she reported, putting on her best smile.

As you both made your way to the place, the boy couldn't help but notice that you were attentive to everything around you and whispered, behind your mother's back.

"If you want, tomorrow I can show you a couple of things about my clan" and your smile was enough to make his heart pound, almost silencing the insecurities deep inside his body.

...

"It's not funny!" you spoke once you surfaced, having been knocked down by the ilu you had tried to hold on to and which, because of your nerves, shot out. Ao'nung's laughter was impossible to mistake and that alone made you give a grunt as you returned to his side.

"You said it was like going fishing, but you don't look to me like your fish are the size of an ilu" he put a hand on his waist, amused and quieting his laughter little by little.

"Apparently you listen to my words, huh" you folded your arms.

The day was for Ao'nung to allow himself to show you around and explain his clan to you every time you finished teaching your classes to his people. This he told his parents and, Tonowari, happy to see that his son at least once in his life was doing something for pleasure and not by command, decided to assign him that task. Besides, soon both he and you would be village chiefs and this tradition would have to continue for several generations so that the exchange of goods would be normalized.

Now, his mother was more… careful with the change in the boy's personality, after all, she was his mother, especially when she heard her son's arrival so late after the first day. Then the second.

By the third day, the two were debating methods of courtship.

"Competitions? Really?" he questioned when he came in from the hunt to your marui. You nodded.

"For example, if you have three suitors, they must face various tests. Sled races, fire dancing, there are several" you listed. "My favorite is the Säwem!"

"Säwem? Like… Fighting?" he grimaced in confusion, but you could tell how interested he was.

"Not with each other, of course. But with yourself." you clarified. "Do you consider yourself good for that person? How would you rate your efforts? How far would you go for that person? It can be internal or external factors, and you can also struggle with it spiritually or physically."

You continued with the explanation and Ao'nung felt a pain in his chest as his mouth went dry. What he felt could be a form of courtship? He even found it funny.

"…My father once stayed under a blizzard to try on mom" you recalled, laughing. "I mean, they were paired up, but still, he wanted to prove to her that he was worthy."

He wanted to consider himself worthy. Him. Just him. He didn't want someone else from your clan to try any of those things. He didn't want to know that other boys were fighting over you, even if it was at races or dances. He wanted to-

"I would do that for you" his words came out matter-of-factly. You were surprised, but his own face showed you that he was much more shocked to say it out loud.

You looked away and felt your cheeks blush a little. You felt annoyed that your own skin could give you away so easily. "Friends don't need that kind of courtship" you tried to push the idea away, embarrassed, but right now, the boy had already screwed up and there was no way to take it back.

"No, friends don't" he acknowledged, moving a little closer to you. "Friends don't" he arranged one of your albino braids carefully and looked at you. He wasn't the Ao'nung that teased you as a child. He wasn't the boy who stuck his tongue out at you, hiding behind his mother. He wasn't the one who laughed at you with his friends.. It was Ao'nung. Your Ao'nung…. "May I-" but you didn't give him time until you moved closer and kissed the corner of his lips.

You both looked at each other for a while and your cheeks were already between a very strong purple and pink.

"Sorry. I forgot my vision wasn't the best. I wanted to kiss your lips" you admitted, covering your mouth with one of your hands.

He pushes your hand away with his, laughing, and intertwines your fingers. His laughter surrounded you and so did his arms.

For him, 'Moon skin' as his mother used to say with unpleasant voice matched perfectly.

a/n ;; I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT RONAL BUT I THOUGHT THAT JUST LIKE THIS IT WAS PERFECT BECAUSE THEY ARE HAPPY OKAY IM SRRY 😭😭😭😭ALSO, I INVENTED SO MANY THINGS??? james cameron squirms on the set of Avatar 3 istg i was listening to "calling after me" by wallows while i was writing this btw

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can you please do 141 where the reader and them are talking about there Highschool years and like “I would have dated you in high school “ type thing THEN they see a pic of reader in high school (prom,first day,or any thing for that time) SHES FINE FINE like imagine 90s type vibe, then they remember what they looked like in that same year and they say back “ IM glad u didn’t meet me then cause u would have no interest “ AND SHES STILL FINE FINE where they think it’s a recent photo!

idk know what I’m doing I just got an idea and your my favorite writer so I wanted to let you know!!!!

YOU ARE LOVED!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

thᥱ most bᥱᥲᥙtιfᥙᥣ ᥕomᥲᥒ ιᥒ thᥱ ᥕorᥣd

Task Force 141 + fem! reader

I ABSOLUTELY love this idea!!!! Like as soon as they see your pictures they‘re like "damn. I‘m glad we didn’t meet back then because she would definitely reject me and on top of that probably make fun of me." I‘m sorry but especially with Soap😭 This dude probably had the craziest hair back then (he still has but we love him for it).

Also I‘m so thankful for your kind words🥺🥺 They really mean so much to me and you just lighten up my entire day<33 I wish I could hug you right now☹️ Remember that you’re also always loved by someone and MEEE🫶🏻🫶🏻💘💘

Thank you really so so much 🌸💕💕

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Simon Riley

It was a quiet evening at the your apartment . Simon found himself reminiscing about your high school years. As the conversation flowed, nostalgia filled the air.

"You know, Y/N, if we had met in high school, I would have totally dated you." Simon said with a playful smirk, leaning back against the wall.

You chuckled, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

Simon's gaze turned thoughtful as he recalled those distant memories. "Well, you are always confident and stunning. I would have been a nervous wreck around you."

Grinning, you teased, "Are you saying you weren't attractive back then?"

Simon chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Let's just say my teenage years weren't my finest hour. I had an awkward sense of fashion, let’s not talk about my hair... Definitely not the smooth operator you see in front of you today."

Curiosity piqued, you both began reminiscing about those high school days. Simon had a mischievous idea and suggested pulling out old photo albums to see just how different you both were.

Rummaging through the dusty boxes, you stumbled upon a photo of your younger self. It was a picture from prom, in your beautiful dress. You were radiant, your smile lighting up the frame. Simon's eyes widened as he took in the sight.

"Damn, Y/N, you were fine then, and you're still fine now!" he exclaimed, feigning surprise.

You laughed, not realizing his little trick. "Well, thank you, Simon. I try my best."

Simon's expression shifted, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "You know, seeing this picture reminds me of why I'm glad we didn't meet back then. I don't think I would have stood a chance with you. You would've rejected me in a heartbeat."

Your smile softened as you leaned in closer. "Simon, you underestimate yourself. I would have seen the incredible person you were, braces and all. It's the person you are inside that truly matters."

Simon's eyes locked with yours, and a genuine smile graced his face. The air was filled with a sense of camaraderie as you both laughed at the absurdity of it all.

As the evening came to a close, Simon made a decision. He carefully tucked the photo of your younger self into his pocket, a keepsake of a moment he cherished. You remained unaware of this little secret, but somehow, deep down, you felt that this memory would always be a part of your bond.

John MacTavish

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and John and you were lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. The nostalgic memories flooded your minds as you reminisced about your high school years. The room was filled with laughter and teasing as you playfully pointed out your younger selves in various snapshots.

John looked at a picture of you, radiating confidence in a stunning prom dress. He couldn't help but stare in awe, captivated by your beauty and timeless charm. With a grin, you turned to him and said "You know, John, I would have totally dated you in high school."

John's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at your words. He never expected you to make such a bold statement. "Really?" he asked, a mix of curiosity and disbelief in his voice.

You nodded, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Oh, absolutely. You are the mysterious and brooding type. I was drawn to that kind of intensity back then."

A flicker of doubt crossed John's face as he remembered his own high school years. "I'm glad you didn't meet me then" he said, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "I had this crazy hair phase, and trust me, you would have immediately rejected me."

You chuckled, playfully swatting his arm. "Come on, John. Show me that picture. I'm sure it couldn't have been that bad."

John hesitated for a moment, then reached for another album. He turned to a page and revealed a photograph of himself, his hair styled in an over-the-top, eccentric manner that seemed to defy gravity. His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and amusement as he looked at his younger self.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching your stomach. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to compose yourself. John couldn't help but join in, the embarrassment fading as he found joy in sharing this memory with you.

Once the laughter subsided, you looked at him with a smile. "John, you have no idea how much I would have loved to meet that version of you. That hairstyle is absolutely cute!"

John's face softened, his heart swelling with affection for you. "You're incredible, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Even if I looked like a total goofball, you would still find a way to make me feel special."

You reached out and took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "That's because I've always seen the amazing person you are, regardless of how you looked or what hairstyle you had."

John leaned in and gently kissed your forehead, his love for you evident in his eyes. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side," he whispered and kissed you on the lips.

John Price

You and John sat side by side on the couch, flipping through an old photo album filled with memories from your high school years. The two of you had decided to take a nostalgic trip down memory lane. You couldn't help but smile as you stumbled upon a particular photograph that brought back a flood of memories.

"Oh my gosh, John, look at this!" you exclaimed, pointing to a picture of yourself at the high school prom. You were dressed in a stunning vintage dress.

John's eyes widened as he gazed at the photograph, taking in your breathtaking beauty. "Wow, you were absolutely stunning" he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "If I had known you back then, I would've also been head over heels for you."

A playful grin spread across your face. "Oh, really? So you're saying you would've dated me in high school?"

John chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I probably would've been too intimidated to ask you out. Plus, I had a weird sense of style back then. Trust me, you wouldn't have been interested."

Curiosity piqued, you leaned closer, showing him the photograph of yourself. "Well, let's see if that's true" you challenged him.

John's eyes widened even further as he looked at the picture. "Wait a minute, is this recent? You look exactly the same!"

You burst into laughter, your heart warming at his genuine surprise. "No, John, this is me in high school. That's why I said I would've dated you back then."

He let out a low whistle. "Well, damn. I definitely lucked out then."

You playfully nudged his shoulder. "Come on, John, you can't be that bad. Let me see your high school days."

John reluctantly handed you another photograph from the album, showing his younger self with a mischievous grin. He sported a rather peculiar outfit that seemed to be a mixture of different styles. It was elegant and had a touch of cowboy style, mixed…

You burst into laughter once again, unable to contain yourself. "Oh, John! I can't believe this was your fashion sense back then."

He smirked, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I had a bit of a weird phase. Trust me, if we had met during those years, I would've been instantly rejected."

You shook your head, still laughing. "Oh, John, you have no idea. Even with that fashion sense, I would've been all over you."

His eyes sparkled with affection as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "Well, I'm glad we met when we did, then. I wouldn't change a thing about how we found each other."

You smiled, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "Me neither, John. We're perfect for each other, weird fashion choices and all."

Kyle Garrick

Kyle and you sat side by side on the couch, surrounded by photo albums from your high school days. You decided to take a trip down memories from back then together. As you flipped through the pages, looking at the good old times, you stumbled upon a photo of yourself from prom night.

"Oh, wow!" You exclaimed, holding up the photo for Kyle to see. "Look at me back then. I can't believe how much has changed."

Kyle's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you in your beautiful prom dress, radiating a timeless beauty. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he thought back to his own high school days.

"I would have dated you in high school" you mused, oblivious to the effect the photo had on Kyle. "You're such a great guy, I would have definitely dated you."

A small smile played at the corners of Kyle's lips as he stared at you, captivated by your words. "Thank you love, but believe me, you're better off not having met me back then. I was a total nerd."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What are you talking about? I‘m sure you were cute."

Kyle's expression turned pensive as he reached for another photo album and opened it to a picture of himself from the same year as your prom. His hair was a mess, his glasses too big for his face, and his clothes screamed "geek."

"See?" Kyle pointed to his photo, his voice laced with self-deprecating humor. "I was a freak. If we had met in high school, I would've been immediately rejected. You would've never given me a second glance."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then you burst into laughter, shaking your head. "Baby stop. You look adorable!!"

He blinked, unable to comprehend your words. "Wait, what?"

"I'm serious!" You continued to laugh, your heart swelling with affection for the man beside you. "You're looking at this picture like it's some embarrassing relic, but all I see is the person I fell in love with. Baby Kyle looks so so cute here"

Kyle's gaze softened as he absorbed your words. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, replaced by a newfound confidence in your unwavering love. "I‘m 17 here love… not 6…"

Placing the photo album aside, you leaned in closer to Kyle, intertwining your fingers with his. "High school was just a phase, but what we have now, this incredible relationship, is what matters. I love you, Kyle Garrick, then, now, and always."

Kyle smiled, his heart overflowing with love for you. "I love you too, more than words can express."

[captainwans]

AM ERA! (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: some iconic and memorable moments on social media during the am era.

timeline: 2014

note: to clear up any confusion, the song arabella in this universe/series is based on a movie y/n did. + and also this format / layout is heavily inspired by my love @ithinkimokeei 🩶

masterlist!

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yourinstagram she’s got a barbarella silver swimsuit … 🪽

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username THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING ‼️

username doing cartwheels across the highway- 🤸‍♀️ why are they so attractive

username mom and dad looks so hot

breanahelders looking beautiful wifey 😙

yourinstagram got it from you <3

elizabetholsenofficial because i love waking up in the morning getting hit by visuals 😩

username lizzie is so real for that

username mother

username alex looks so fucking good i wanna jump off a cliff

username the fact that y/n didn’t know arabella was about her until a fan told her during a comic con panel will forever not be iconic

username lmao even the mcu cast was shocked that she didn’t know 😭

username had to replay that funny moment between y/n and scarlett where scar almost had a whiplash bc y/n had no idea

username our baby is so clueless it’s so cute

mileskane who’s that sexy cinnamon bun on the left? 😏

yourinstagram definitely not your man

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username pls y/n is so savage i love her

mileskane and you’re claiming him as your man?

username ohh dramaaaaa

yourinstagram and what if i did? 👀

username GASP- does this mean that alex and y/n are dating?!!!

mileskane it’s okay luv it’s just a phase it will go away ❤️

username hahaahahahahah miles

username i’m crying this is too funny

katiee_cook_ this comment section is so funny me and jamie are dying from laughter

yourinstagram mileskane unfortunately it is not just a phase 🥲

username wait y/n does this mean you and al are together?!! hello??

username girl you can’t just leave us hanging like that 😭😭 we NEED TO KNOW

username wait so arabella is actually about her?

yourbestfriend those of you who haven’t watched arabella clearly shows

username fr the song doesn’t even make sense if you haven’t watched the movie

username CAN SOMEONE PLS CONFIRM IF THEY’RE DATING??

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username I KNEW IT

username IM CRYING HAPPY TEARS FINALLY

username idk if i wanna be him or be with her

yourbestfriend same

username y/bsf/n is so real for this

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username mileskane has been real quiet ever since enews posted

username i’m fine (i’m not)

username now who leaked these pictures of me and my man? 🤫

yourinstagram first miles and now i have to fight my way through fans 😭 this is a battle

mileskane yeah username get in line 🙄

username speaking of the devil… hi miles!!

username and he has arrived!!

username good luck dealing with seventeen year old girlies who want you dead 🥲

username bro what is marvel doing here liking this post i’m cackling

marvel don’t blame us we were just as curious as you folks 🙈

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username alex could do better than this pretentious hollywood whore

username who are you calling a whore???!

yourbestfriend say that again i dare you bitch

breanahelders if you don’t have anything nice to say then keep it to yourself.

officialelizabetholsen jealousy doesn’t suit you honey. keep that energy elsewhere and let us celebrate this beautiful couple ✨

mileskane yourinstagram do i need to kill someone? just say the word love

username username the gang coming at your bitch

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yourinstagram okay… this is the last one i promise 🤭

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username queen we don’t mind post all you want

username THE HAND REPLACEMENT ALEX

username bi panic

katiee_cook_ obsessed 😍

yourinstagram with you 😙

username the way this music video has a chokehold on me-

youtube the visuals, artistry, lyrics, aesthetics, cinematography is just *chef kiss* ✨✨✨

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username even youtube is speaking facts

officialelizabetholsen gorgeous gorgeous 💗 we miss you on set, babe!

yourinstagram miss you more, bug!! 🎀

username a match made in heaven

mileskane we get it you guys are couple goals 🙄

matthelders here we go again 🤦🏻

yourinstagram do i complain when you get to have him all by yourself on stage?

mileskane that doesn’t count!

yourinstagram you’re such a drama queen

username their dynamic i love them sm

username miles and y/n fighting over alex is so real bc same

username yourinstagram how does it feel to be a rockstar’s gf 😩 how does it feel to live our dream

yourinstagram it feels amazing 🙈💗

[struck-by-the-rain]

im thinking maybe hcing that joe thought he was aroace most of his life before meeting sk just for projection reasons? like I don't know, he's very emotionally repressed/stunted and also doesn't have anyone close enough to him to develop feelings for? and he's also convinced that he's not like,,, made for love or being loved or anything, so idk I could imagine himself feeling like he's not capable of that sort of attraction and repressing away any crushes he does develop...

idk obviously I don't like the tropes that aro/ace ppl just haven't met the right person yet, but I'm grey aroace n it's an experience I kind of relate to? like I've gone through long periods of not feeling any sorta attraction to anyone, especially when living at home not around anyone my type, and I've wondered if I was 100% aroace during those times. And because of various self esteem issues I struggle to see myself as someone ppl would be attracted to or wanna date etc and I think that affects how I think about my orientation? and I'm autistic so it makes my relationship w sexuality/romance/whatever weird and confusing

idk I think all of those things could be applicable to joe. he won't let anyone to be close to his heart and is rly used to repressing away his emotions, so I think he could believe he was fully aroace (I'm not sure if he'd know about the label, maybe he'd describe it in a diff way) until sk came crashing into his life. ye tldr i rly like the idea of grey aroace joe (not to be tooo projectiony lol)

[orangethefroot]

Idk if anyone made this yet but i just watched the grand Budapest hotel and thought:

What if there was a mansion/"hotel" in the forest but in some weird way they get/attract specific guests.

Some of high wealth others are just here through some sort of association.

- How they get into the hotel -

A person can go to any hotel/motel or maybe be at home. However, by maybe the next day or some days after, once they step outside their room, the hotel/motel/house/apartment may look a bit different. Im thinking like those backroom/liminal spaces.

Maybe a lot more quiet. Maybe the corridor stays the same, but the elevator is different. Maybe they meet up with someone who has no idea whats going on. There's even a chance they bump into a creepypasta who "works" in the hotel. I know for sure that the more they walk around, the more obvious it is that they're not where they once were.

Im thinking the hotel can handle 200-300 people at most. It's more fun for the workers, im guessing. But the average will be about 150??

- How the hotel runs -

I think the hotel will give a false impression of letting everyone (the guests) know the "Boss" is catering to them for their help and hard work.

Maybe it's odd that once every couple days someone dissappears, but its only cause Boss knows when its time for them to leave. Maybe it's also weird that there's a curfew. Or the fact that some of the workers seem empty? Disfigured? Souless? There's nothing to worry about. Most of them are quiet friendly and ready to help in any way they can.

Oh, how lovely, a form of entertainment put together by the Boss. Oh, that was the guy that left the hotel last week.....

They're gonna have to reveal everything eventually. Just not in the way you would think. The workers will return to normal after their amazing performance, but throughout the weeks, the bloodlust starts to show.

- The reader's situation -

The guests get tortured/killed off over time unless they prove loyalty or their worth to slenderman during their stay. So the only reason they just so happen to end up in the mansion is due to disloyalty or a guest plans on leaving the country to get away. This "trial" period can take maybe 3 months? Or more? Before they're allowed to leave (omg like the menu, I never watched it, but thats a part of it, right??).

In this version, y/n could be one of a few categories.

Y/n of old money who probably found out the family funds this.... cult? And want nothing to do with it. They tried confronting their closest relatives until they decided y/n needed a vacation from all this stress. Y/n can be involved if you prefer it.

Y/n is an accomplice/associated with the creeps accidently/intentionally and planned on dipping for some reason. Y/n could be a supplier or an informant, maybe a bystander who was extremely lucky to get away and wanted to spread the truth. This route will involve a woker/workers interacting with you more. This depends on who the worker is. If y/n was an unfortunate bystander, their stay is probably gonna be the worst of the guests.

Wrong place wrong time. Where y/n gets set up somehow or was planning on spending time with the suspected traitor and got ropped into this. Anything related to them just having no idea about anything. They still have to prove their loyalty or try and show that they can be useful. Or you can be used as an example. Being innocent seems like a hit or miss...

Rich / associated / accomplice / lucky / innocent

- Escaping -

Not possible. Ur literally going against an eternal being that just warped u into the middle of the forest in the mansion. There's no book spell. No gem stone or special magical puppy fairy that will get u out of this.

You can try to manipulate the workers into helping u escape, but it will only be temporary before ur teleported back to the mansion, and no one remembers you. This route will lead to u losing ur sanity completely as ur mind will eventually start splitting the more this happens.

Not even ending your own life is possible as the big boss himself will just bring you back. Again, no one remembers you doing it.

So no. U can't escape.

- How do you survive -

Idk tbh💀💀💀 goodluck...

I mean, i really dont know. Just do as you're told and try not to get any funny ideas. 150 guests means there are definitely going to be people going against each other to prove their loyalty and you do not want to mess with the workers.

Im not gonna lie. There is so much to think about in terms of survival and how guests can actually prove their loyalty. So im giving gists of it.

No one really knows what the Boss (slenderman obviously) wants. No one knows his purpose. No one even knows where this whole thing started. All everyone knows is that you must do as you're told no matter how horrid the task is.

So to survive, i think you just have to do as you're told, stay alive, and dont try to leave.

I think the hardest part of surviving will probably be if you're already a target or the guests themselves.

- who's who? -

Boss - slenderman

Workers - Jeff, Eyeless Jack, Tim, Brian, Toby, Clockwork, Jane, Nina, Nathan, etc.

Haunted beings? - Ben, sally

Im not sure what role they play. I think it's dependent on your situation. Also didn't think this far ahead.

Anyway, that's all. I tend to have a lot of creepypasta AUs??? But not as fully thought out as this one, so i had to write it down. Of course, it has its missing pieces and maybe more i want to add, but I've been typing this out for 2-3hrs😭😭 i am not a writer idk how y'all do it.

For now, all the smuty romance stuff shall remain in my head. And my hopes that this becomes a thing or is already a thing shall be in the air.

[autisticenbykittygf]

my crush has a brother and i have so many feelings abt it!! (i knew tht b4, but i just found his fb while stalking crush n now he seems like a real person and not just part of crush's stories n stuff, yk?) crush is already 7 yrs older than me, but im an age-gap girlie n his brother is 14 yrs older than me!! he definitely looks related to crush, so physical attraction is still there (at least in the few older pics he had)!! he has a cat!!

do i think id like him like i like crush? no idea, i don't kno anything abt this man's personality, he prolly sux for all i kno. but the concept of some guy similar to my crush but even older n has a kitty n he COULD b cool, idk. the CONCEPT, besties. n the fantasy of being in a relationship w someone n having romantic/sexual tension w a sibling of theirs? no realism abt it, but it's a fun idea to play w!!

not that i'll prolly ever meet him nyway.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Brick!! Saw you wanted asks again😂

I don't have much of an idea, but you mentioned human workers, like behind the scene.

Sooooooo

Maybe once the humans of the tiny-human pairs are like besties. They try to get like a part time job at the park? To hang out more, not that anything stopped them before, i think you said they sneak in to steam them sometimes

Maybe the motivation comes from either customers or staff being mean to their respective tiny.

Other idea was mostly background stuff, the park is the only one of its kind? How long has it been open? What were the initial areas. They couldn't have had that much money to begin with unless the boss is some weird millionaire😂

Once its successful, someone else is gonna steal the idea thou.... Hmmm wonder how that would turn out🤨

Hope all is well! Im back at the studies again😝

SDHFSDSJ yeah yeah my brain is a desert. creative brain is just taking a nice nap rn </3

yOO i have actually thought about that! i'm thinking aimsey! he seems like a good addition to be working there, honestly, also they're the first person to pop into my mind other than wilbur dream or sap,,,

aimsey first got a part-time while he was still in school, and after he finished it became a full-time since xey really liked it (surprisingly)

and YES the humans are DEFINITELY snuck in, i'm still tryna work out HOW though. definitely the tiny workers (sam & tubbo specifically) disable the security cameras but that can only work for so long. i can totally see tommy just making a hole in the ground that acts as a tunnel 😭 maybe they give wil a uniform or smth to blend in. IDK. but they for sure sneak in FDJFDSDJ

yeee the park is the only one as of right now! there've been some other pop-up things but they usually get shut down for some reason FJDSJ (maybe poor management uHHHH idk. au logic.)

it's opening date i am VERY conflicted about. on one hand, i could have it be like disney where it's been around for 50+ years, OR have it only recently open. i really have absolutely no idea LMAO

but for convenience let's say it's been around for like. the grand opening of the PARK was about 30 years prior to rn. i can edit that later afsdjgj

WELL, going off the origins of the park, mini-golf. it was a mini-golf course, and it spread to an on-site like trailer-sized escape room, and after that it the blueprints of an actual theme park was put into consideration. so those two attractions thrived for about 15 years n then it closed down for a bit, and reopened after the park opened. and ofc it wasn't as big as it is now but it still managed to get extremely popular. so there was money to start with since boss wasn't the original owner. maybe he was a close relative that uHHHH idk got the rights to it. somehow. the only living relative of a sad, semi-rich uncle. LMAO

anyway boss inherited it and started the park blah blah yeah so he was there for a while and just kinda corrupted it gradually,,,,,

YESSS who will steal it?? maybe like disney there could be like different locations. i'mma say no to that just cause idk but there are DEFINITELY people who get inspired and IMMEDIATELY shut down by the park cause boss is afraid of competition and extremely manipulative with his words :3c

all is good, thank you!!!

hope you're doing good asw and GAHH i hope your studies go well! have some bricks of motivation :D 🧱🧱🧱🧱

[nmakii]

sexuality is like so confusing! cuz like! i have had like 3 crushes and like the first one was like 7 years older than me, the other one literally hated the idea of thinking someone could love them and the last one had another girl he was basically in love with

BUT when people are attracted to me i get so icked cause theyre so creepy and for some reason always older than me and sexualizing me n thinking im in love w them cause i said hes not ugly LIKE AHHH

if anyone knows what im feeling pls help lol!! i cant reply if u comment on this post i think i can inly reply to reblogs idk why tumblr does that

[what-tessa1-blog]

the ability to say i have a clear mind and now know what happened between us. im a certified romantic, lover girl, lana del rey stan and.. when i met him. he had a sexy voice, he was romantic, interested, invested. and i began to overindulgence in my fantasies and romance about this man. which given like, he didnt know i was such a romantic lover like this. i probably seemed chill and hella nonchalant and willing and open to wherever it went. and then he seemed like the perfect lover for me, like calling me his girl, listening to me talk about my day, the intense sexual attraction. then like. i think both our towers just crashed

he didnt want anything serious and i did. its like a simple mistake of just. us not being clear in our intentions with each other and our relationship. and im not mad or looking for something else. im more. at peace. coming to long end and season of finally peace with where we at. i dont want anything from him and i dont expect anything from him. hes his own person as am i. if he wanted to commit and be lovers he would. if i wanted to be nonchalant and unserious than we would be. yk? like accepting our differences in life. and it was simply a mistake of intentions mix matching. i use to be so mad at him and not understand why he did what he did. but he simply, in a way, was unserious about us. which is okay.

i try to think like how could i have known how could i have seen this. and there were things like. the way he didnt care for people LOL. or he would say i never cared for someone like this. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST BEING ROMANTIC BUT HE WAS BEING DEAD SERIOUS. like lol. thats kinda funny. whereas i was just being romantic and didnt literally mean it. like of course i had fallen in love before w a stranger or thoughts in my head. so yeah. i think its funny.

like to him we were just friends. and to me we were lovers and soulmates. idk its so funny to look at and think about it now. its so unserious like. i wanted something serious which is fine, like i want marriage commitment love because.. thats what i want. or have been taught to want. its very traditional and not at all free spirited ig. and ties me down and then scares me and then worries me then has me like this. so.. maybe i want to transform the way ive seen love. not be so.. uptight and committed so easily. just have fun and be free. not trying to force it or see where it goes like if it happens it happens. but i havent attached an idea or an outcome to it. which is what everyonei n this modern age and world is doing. but ive been very 2000 girl with it and wanted commitment and marriage because to me that was seen as love growing up. like oh if u love someone u marry them and u committ to them and u dont choose anyone else and they are ur whole world. whereas now its like.. maybe u just chill and have no expectations about it.

[ch4nb4ng]

The Unexpected Encounter

Pairing: afab artist x artist DILF Hyunjin, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 12.2k (woops)

Warnings: degradation, penetration, nipple play, praise, cream pie, implication of blowjob, mentions of pain, semi switch!hyunjin, sub

Summary: Your new job working for your favorite artist was very exciting, but your work colleagues, well one in particular, was not so nice, and you wanted, no needed to get to the bottom of it.

Note: Okay idk what happened but this fic disappeared from my blog so im uploading it again !

Today was a nerve wracking day.

The professional painting scene was very new to you. Being a graduate in art and art history was very new. It was always your passion, you knew this from a young age. From the creative diary entries you made when you were 10 years old, to the several theses completed on why Jackson Pollock portrayed what he did in drop paintings, or how Claude Monet impacted the movement towards modernism: art was your one true passion in life.

Most college students know that the difference between studying and actually getting out into your field of choice could sometimes be a difficult transition. Sometimes it takes years before you find the connections you need to. To find the artists that you have looked up to to get in contact. But today was finally the day. After 5 years of working your ass off, you have attracted the attention of your all time favorite artist: Christopher Chan Bang. Everybody knew him. He was an artistic icon all around the globe in the modern world. From paintings, to sketching, even lyrical pieces and music making: Mr. Bang was an artistic prodigy. He was a man of many talents, someone you had discovered in your teenage years, all the way through until now. When you received that very formal invitation over email, you swore you almost passed out. A tear, or two, or three slipped from your eyes, and it was the first time in your life that things finally started to feel like they were falling into place.

Your life started today, and boy, were you excited to start this new chapter of your life moving forward.

***

A couple of canvases, some paint palettes and your trusty, old but very reliable, paint brushes, you headed out the door, jumping into your car, and making your way to the famous Christopher Bang Studios building. You had looked it up in your maps previously, multiple times, making sure you would be ontime by estimating how long it would take to get there at this time of the morning. Suitcase in one hand, morning coffee in the other, you trailed off, excitement riddling your bones. Even the drive up was scenic. Although a commercial building, the uniqueness of this man was close to none. Any person who saw a commercial building in the middle of nowhere, broad acres of green and hilled land surrounding the studio would think it was the closest thing to being strange. But artists understood. It was typical of him to do something as such. It reflected the way he portrayed himself in his art. The loneliness, the isolation. It was what all his pieces symbolized in some sort of way. The fact that he was surrounded by thousands of people daily, and followed by millions around the world spoke volumes, but the idea that he could still feel such emotions; that was what drew people in, what drew you in.

The ascending hill had reached its peak. A beaming smile came to your lips as your car approached the Victorian gates. Reaching into your handbag, you fumbled for the paperwork, sticking your head out through the window as you waited for the sound to come over the intercom.

“Hello and welcome to the Building of CB97, how can I help you?”

“Oh, uhm hi,” you mumbled, “my name is Y/n. I am supposed to start in the canvas department today.”

“Ah yes, Ms. Y/l/n, welcome. Once the gates open, you will need to drive straight for about 500m, then make a sharp left into the west car park. Please park in the carspot with the number 34.  I will meet you at your car. Do you have any questions?”

“No,” you blurted, “no thank you . I’ll see you then.”

The intercom went silent, and the doors began their grand opening, the rust of the metal beams aching as they slid open. You gasped, completely entranced by the grandness of it all. They moved quickly, and you began to drive forward, counting the distance to yourself, until you reached around the 500 meter mark. “West” covered the pavement in large black block letters, and the number ‘34’ on the edge of the spot on the floor. You took a deep breath as you opened the car and shut the door behind you. Even the air felt fresh. The secret was truly amazing, and it would be something that you might never get used to. You walked towards the closest door, a lady with a small frame almost guarding it. Her hair was blonde, and she looked around 5’5 ft tall. Assuming she was the one you had spoken to prior, you stuck your hand out, hoping she would return the favor and shake it.

“Ms. Y/l/n. Welcome to the team, My name is Yeji, and I will be helping you settle in today. Please, follow me.”

You nodded, thanking her as she opened the door for you. The walls were painted a variety of colors, the left mixed with cool toned, the right mixed with warm toned; it was like a hallucination. Although a very grand and bold first impression, it field your heart with warmth, soul with security. The creative juices and innovations were already oozing, and you couldn’t wait to meet the man that you knew was behind this. 

“I should give you a little bit of background. This building was first truly established in-”

“2005,” you interrupted, not realizing how obsessed you sounded at this moment, “sorry, I have done a lot of research before coming here.”

Yeji chuckled as she continued to walk, “I take it you're a fan of Mr. Bang’s work.”

“Oh, uhm, yes. He was kind of my biggest inspiration as a teen and in college. I can’t even believe I’m here right now.”

She smiled politely, enjoying your enthusiasm towards her workplace. “That’s great to hear. Of course, I am in the dance/musical department, so I may not see you much.”

“Oh,” you frowned, “that’s okay, I’m sure I’ll see you around more than you think. I’m very curious to see what goes on in such a department.”

She nodded. You felt like you were lost in a maze, walking down hallway after hallway. In all honesty, it probably was not that long, just the multitude of artwork covering the walls. Yeji had come to an abrupt stop, facing a pitch-black door in the hallway. ‘Creative Director and CEO’ were printed on a gold plaque in the center of the door, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized what was happening. The smile on your face dropped, and your palms were beginning to condensate. Was he really behind this door, waiting for you? You swallowed the large lump forming in your throat, coughing a few times to clear your chest as Yeji knocked a special kind of beat.

“Come in.”

She looked back at you once more before opening the door. You were so easy to read, exactly like a book. She placed the hand that was free on your wrist, giving you a small nod of enthusiasm.

“Don’t be so nervous. Mr. Bang may be a really well known person, but he’s not a typical CEO. He’s very nice, and I’m sure he’s looking forward to meeting you.”

And with that the door opened, a violet gradient filled the room as you took a step inside, and there he was. The man that you had looked up to for more than half of your life. The person who helped you to find your true calling. To create things that move people, make them feel things. He was sitting down, behind a desk, glasses pushed right up to his face as he looked to be drawing on an ipad screen. He looked super intimidating, and the closer you got, the more you wanted to run away from him.

“Mr. Bang, Y/n has finally arrived this morning. She will be starting her internship today.”

He looked up, swiping the glasses off his face as a rather large smile came to his lips. The side of his eyes crinkled, and two deep dimples formed in his cheeks. He stood up, walking around and putting his arm out in front of you.

“Ah Ms.Y’l/n,” he greeted, “so nice to finally meet you in person. Please, have a seat.”

Your mouth froze, saying nothing and just doing as you're told. Yeji was still standing next to you.

“Great, thank you Yeji, if there’s anything else you need for the dance studio today, please email me or don't be afraid to call, you know which number it is to call right?”

“Of course sir,” her tone was very polite, “always, 0325.”

“Great, thank you, see you later.”

And with that, she was gone. Just you. In a chair. In front of a very established, well renowned man that changed your life. No big deal. You weren't panicking or anything.

“Y/n.”

You looked down, unsure if he was okay with eye contact.”

“Y-yes,” you mumbled, “Hi Mr. Bang.”

“Please,” he smiled, slouching back into his desk chair, “call me Chan. I’d also prefer if you looked at me while I spoke to you.”

Your eyes snapped up immediately. It’s not that you were trying to be rude. If anything, it seemed impolite to look at him. Such an enormous figure running an enormous company. It felt like a burden to look him in the eye, but you did anyway, not wanting to start off on the wrong foot.

“Ah, sorry Mr. Bang – I mean Chan, just a little nervous.”

“Oh,” the smile on his face drained immediately, “why is that? Is there something I can do?”

“No no,” you blurted, putting your hands out in a swiping motion, “it’s just. This is really embarrassing to say, but I am such a huge fan. I have been following your work since I was a teen, as well as writing a couple of theses in my graduate year about your works,” you paused, “you’re the person that helped me find my true meaning and true passion in my life.”

“Oh wow,” he gasped, placing a hand on his chest, “I did not know I could impact someone so deeply. I appreciate your honesty.”

He got out of his chair, dragging it around as he placed it next to you. He sat back down, placing a soft touch to your wrist as he spoke.

“I feel emotional hearing your words. It’s people like you who truly inspire me to do what I do. I have looked over some of, actually no, most of your work and saying that I am impressed is an understatement.”

You could feel the moisture begin to soften in your eyes. You had to blink once, making sure that you weren’t living in a dream. A new layer of goosebumps coated your skin.

“My work?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled, tone calm as ever as he continued to speak, “it impacted me immensely. Through your work I see a lot of myself in you, you know?”

He stood up and wheeled behind his desk as he was previously. A tear slipped out of the corner of your left eye, making you chuckle as you quickly swiped it away, not wanting your boss to see such emotion. “Which is why I am very excited to have you here with us! Today will be very introductory. This is a big building so someone, one of the other painters,a fellow colleague, will give you a tour. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to knock on my door or shoot me an email. I’m always here to listen.”

He handed you a card with his name, number and email. You smiled and nodded, thankful for his gracious welcoming to such an environment.

“Thank you very much Chan, I am looking forward to the opportunity you've given me here today.”

“Oh please,” he scoffed, “it’s the least I can do for such an amazing artist.”

He picked up the phone on his desk, dialing a few numbers on the keypad before letting it ring through the speaker.

“Hello Mr. Bang, what can I do for you.”

“Yes hi. Could you please send Mr. Lee Felix down from the canvas please?”

“No worries, He will be there in 5 minutes.”

“Great thank you, bye.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was it just a coincidence, or was the Felix he was talking about the one you knew from college. There was no way, surely. The Felix you knew was a video game engineer. He was bound to spend his career in the world of video games. Yes, this was a creative building of all sorts, but there was no way. You met Felix in college through an elective. It was an art elective, one you took with enthusiasm, but one he did not. You were always paired up in assignments, which he was very thankful for seeing as he had no artistic ability when it came to artwork. He was one of your closest friends, but you lost contact when he moved back to his hometown in Sydney. You thought about him from time to time, and the person that Mr. Bang had called over the phone and was pulling at the heartstrings. 

“Do you know Mr. Lee by any chance?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts by his question.

“Sorry?”

“Mr. Lee, I have it here that you both attended the same college. Graduated the same year, do you know him?”

“I actually did have a close friend with a similar name, but he was in an engineering major, so I’m not sure why I-”

You were interrupted by shuffling footsteps at the door frame. You snapped your neck around, a gasp covered by a hand covering your mouth as you looked at your long lost friend stared back at you.

“Y/n?”

“Felix,” you mumbled in disbelief, “Felix Lee.”

“It’s been a long time,” he beamed, walking to your chair.

You stood up, opening your arms as you took him into a very large, very warm embrace. The muscles in your face relaxed as you closed your eyes. The past couple of weeks made you homesick to say the least. Moving to a different country, getting used to the environment around you made you miss your family. You wanted to share it with them. Show them what's beautiful place this was. Seeing Felix helped relieve you of this stress. He reminded you of home, something that reminded you of home. Like a piece of home floating around you everyday from now on. It was nice to see a familiar face.

“I’ll take that as my answer,” Chan mumbled, “Felix, please show her around the art department. It’s important to show her the building, yes, but it’s most important that she becomes familiar with her everyday work environment.”

“Sure thing Chan,” Felix smiled, pointing his arm towards the door, “shall we?”

“We shall,” you giggled, turning to Chan and bowing one more time, “thank you for everything so far Mr. Bang, I’ll see you at a later time.”

“Please,” he chuckled, “call me Chan.”

Your lips folded in, a polite smile as you walked out of the door with Felix, bag full of supplies in your hand. You interlocked your arm with Felix’s skipping down the hallway as the two of you laughed together. It was like no time had passed. The conversation was broad, running from one topic to another. The thing with Felix was that he was the type of person where you could not see him in years, yet it was like it had only been a week. He was very attentive, wanting to know everything that had happened since you had left.

“I can’t believe it,” Felix sighed.

“Believe what?”

“You’re really here. You really made your dream come true huh?”

You stopped, facing him as the feeling of shock ran through your blood.

“You remembered?”

“Tsk, of course,” he beamed, throwing his head back in disbelief, “how could I forget?”

You smacked him playfully, shedding a tear. The sincerity was very genuine. It warmed your heart to a temperature that you didn’t know was possible. 

“Geez you cry so easily,” he scoffed, “keep it together, we are about to approach the studio.”

“Oh shit,” you gasped, quickly wiping any remaining condensation stinging your cheeks, “does it look like I’ve been crying?”

“No, you’re fine.” 

He nodded as you reached the mysterious blue double door. The letters “Canvas” were painted in large block white writing. It was a little intimidating, you couldn’t lie. It was extremely nerve wracking to be entering your dream career right now, especially at a young age. It seemed like you would probably be one the youngest coworkers. Solely based on the people you saw around, and Chan’s age, it was a fair statement. Felix gave you one last look, snapping you out of your nerve wracking thoughts, barely giving you a moment to get your cognitions together.

“Are you ready?”

A deep breath escaped your chest before you answered, “Let’s do it.”

Your hand was on the door handle, pushing hard as the loud sound echoed into the next room. Everybody stopped, staring at what, or more who, created the loud sound. The five different pairs of eyes could be felt at the pit of your stomach. They felt very hard at first, which in all honesty, did not surprise you. The art community was very competitive, and they probably were not very fond of a new person encroaching on their space. There were seven easels, placed in a circle, all filled with a canvas. Felix could feel your apprehension. Nonetheless, he dragged you to the center, keeping everybody’s attention.

“Now, everybody knows me of course. I am the wonderful Felix, but you don’t know the lovely person standing next to me.” He paused, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you in front of himself.

“This y/n. She is starting an internship from this day forward. Please be nice to her, she is actually a very good old friend of mine and she is a very talented artist.”

“Felix stop,” you mumbled, smiling at everybody before bowing in front of them.

“I’m y/n,” you stuttered, “it’s so nice to meet all of you. I’m looking forward to working with amazing artists.”

“Welcome to the studio.”

A man in green pants and white shirt greeted you first. He walked out of his chair, standing up and reaching his hand out to shake his own.

“I’m Seungmin, I am head of the canvas department. We’ve heard a lot of great things about you.”

“Oh,” you replied with surprise, “really? Thank you so much.”

“Of course, here I’ll help you get settled in.”

He picked up your bag, placing it beside one of the empty chairs. You looked around, still nervous as you ignored everyone else’s eye contact. 

“Let me introduce you to everyone.”

“Ah yes of course,” you nodded, moving back to the center, “I’d love to get to know everybody.”

“Great,” he replied. He pointed at each person, introducing you to Jisung, Minho, Ryujin and Hyunjin. The moment you made eye contact with him, everything had suddenly changed. His eyes were soft, very soft, extremely doey. The others got up and shook your hand, introducing themselves, except for him of course. He acknowledged your presence was very brief. It hurt your feelings at first, but you brushed it off, not wanting to let something small ruin the positive run that was your first day. 

You had settled in a little more, sitting down and opening your bag as you took out your brushes, lying them on the floor. A man looked at you with much confusion, an eyebrow cocked at your odd working space.

“Why on earth are you putting your brushes on the floor?”

You were looking down, not paying attention to who was talking to you. You decided to ignore him, unsure of what he actually said.

“Excuse me? Can you not hear someone talking to you?”

You snapped your neck, looking up to the mystery man staring at you. It was this moment when you finally got a good look at the one named Hyunjin. He was very mature looking, aged approximately early thirsties. His hair was medium length, black, and looked freshly cut. A few of the front pieces framed his face. His physique was tall, very slender, tattoos covering his forearms, once peeking out of the side of his neck. His hands were large, pointing to the array of brushes splattered across the floor. You stood up immediately, accidentally stepping on his foot as you used all your weight to stand. He yelped, stepping backwards as you jumped off of his foot.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, shaking your head with concern, “I’m so sorry I-”

“Watch what you’re doing,” he mumbled, “What are those brushes doing on the floor?”

You swore you broke out into a sweat. His face made you starstruck. His eyes were small, the speck of a beauty mark marking the underneath of his left eye. Nose in proportion, but his lips. So big, so soft, juicy. You had to swallow before responding, eyes fixated on them. Anybody would have noticed. The longer you stared, the more lost you got in them. Hyunjin brought his fingers in the air, snapping them and snapping you out of your almost perverted stare.

“Oh uhm,” you mumbled, “I like to have my brushes on the floor, it’s just something I’ve always done-”

“Don’t care,” he interrupted, brushing his hands towards them, “they’re distracting and will hurt somebody.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, seeing how Felix and Ryujin had their brushes on the floor.

“But other people have theirs on the floor, why can’t I?”

You could see Felix behind you, lifting his arms and crossing them into an X. His eyes were wide, warning you to stop questioning him.

“Because I said so. First you step on my foot, then you have the audacity to question me?”

“No I-”

“That’s what I thought,” he interjected, interrupting you once again, “once you’ve picked them up like I said, go next door, all the acrylic paint is there, I’m assuming that’s what you use”

“Sure thing Hyunjin,” you replied, voice sounding a little defeated, “sorry to upset you.”

He said no more, walking back to his seat and continuing his own artwork. 

Embarrassment and humiliation filled your body as you walked fast out of the room. You stood against the door, a heavy breath escaping your lips as you looked into the window, spotting the acrylic paint. How come everybody else was so lovely? Maybe it was because he was your senior, someone that demanded respect. Regardless, it really wasn’t necessary for him to scold you like that, especially on your first day. You were too much of a positive person to let someone like this bother you. This was your dream job, and you weren’t about to throw it all away from a bad first impression. You weren’t sure why, or how, but the words of such humility shot straight in between your legs. You ignored, however, ridiculing yourself for such a thought for such a rude man.

The room was huge, shelves upon shelves of different types of paint, as well as the numerous shades you could choose from: it felt like heaven. But it’s not like you cared at the moment. Too irritated by the crudeness of your new colleague. How could someone be so cruel? A rather annoyed sigh escaped your lips as you walked over to the wall of acrylic paint. Going for a warm toned palette, you picked out the brightest of oranges, deepest of reds, and mid-range shade of yellows. You were the type of person to let little things bother you. The simple thought of walking back into the room and everyone staring at you like you were a clumsy person, or just the disrespectful new girl who thinks she owns the place was becoming agitating. You were a nice person, but you were not a pushover. 

“Y/n, are you okay?”

You turned to see a concerned Seungmin standing at the doorway. You walked over, already planning to leave the room anyway, seeing as you had grabbed everything you needed.

“Me? Yes I’m fine,” you smiled, somewhat fake, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“Listen, y/n,” he smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder, “you don’t have to pretend with me. Hyunjin can be a little.”

“A little?”

“Well, a lot. He actually is a very nice person, but he just got separated recently and his life is in a bit of shambles right now. Sometimes he just lets his anger out on the wrong people.”

“Oh,” you sighed, that tiny build of guilt beginning to eat at your bones, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, how would you know? A lot of people at the company don’t really know, just me and Felix. He is very private, so I’d appreciate it if you kept this information to yourself.”

“Oh yes of course,” you nodded, “I obviously do not want to intervene with anybody's personal life, especially on my first day.”

“Cool,” Seungmin paused, “I’m glad you’re okay, let’s head back into there and discuss what the topic of art shall be today.”

You nodded, allowing your nicer colleague to escort you out of the paint room and back into canvas. You looked at no one, but could feel the 2 orbs of sight burning holes into the side of your face. Great. Now you had to tiptoe around somebody whose life was supposedly ‘falling apart.’ Really, if this was someone you knew, or someone you saw on the street, you would give them a piece of your mind. But you did not want to do that here. Not on the first day at least. You were not going to give up everything you dreamed of to pick apart one person who was having an off day. It was fine. You sat back down into your chair, taking a deep breath as you watched Felix address you and your peers once more.

“Okay everybody, today’s inspiration for artwork is an emotion. Would anyone like to guess what it is?”

“Happiness?”

“Wrong.”

“Deception?”

“Close, but no.”

Everyone began to guess, yelling out the wide variety of emotions they could name. Well, everyone except you and Hyunjin. He sat back, legs spread open as he watched the rest of his coworkers guess hopelessly. A thin wooden paintbrush tip prodding at the tip of his lips. He opened his mouth, biting down on it gently, before giving you a subtle look. ‘Fuck,’ you thought, taking your focus off of him and back to Felix. You had been caught. But what were you worried about? Why would it be a bad thing about being ‘caught.’ 

The problem was, you couldn’t look away. The slenderness of his dress pants accentuated the length of his lower limbs, making your eyes travel. He continued, however, completely against your will as you looked at his stomach. The buttons near the bottom of the shirt were almost undone, exposing the bare minimum of skin. You could feel your eyes bulge, unable to take them away from the area that you should not see in everyday work. They traveled further, reaching his neck. His head was tilted to the side, ink peeking out from the upper area of his neck, mostly covered by the collar or his sheer shirt. He watched the other like a spectacle, some sort of amusement, allowing the rise of the warm sun to radiate across the half of his body that was facing you. You bit down on your lip, imagining what it would look like marked, which brought you back to his lips. You weren’t sure why, maybe because of how soft or plump they looked, but you were fascinated. Like a work of art, pun very much intended.

“Y/n?”

The heat came to your face immediately, knowing very well that truly had been caught in the crossfire. Your eye snapped back to Felix immediately, praying that no one saw you practically boring your soul into the man that yelled at you five minutes prior.

“Sorry, what was the question?”

“I said, which emotion would you like to paint today?”

“Oh,” you chuckled nervously, “ I would like to paint-”

“Anger.”

Everybody had turned to Hyunjin, who had just completely interrupted you and not let you answer. The smirk on his face was priceless, and Minho was covering his mouth in shock. The man stood up, walking over to Felix, placenta friendly hand on his shoulder as he opened his mouth to speak once more.

“I think anger would be the perfect one for the day,” he paused, maneuvering his glare to land directly onto you, “I know I’m feeling that a little bit today.”

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. All you could do was stare back, knowing that if you responded, it would come across rude and unprofessional. He was such a smartass, dying for you to snap back at him. But you knew better. You would not give him the satisfaction of giving him a reaction. The more you were around him, the harder it was to empathize with the guy. 

“Okay that sounds great,” Felix whispered, patting Hyunjin to get him back to his seat. A roll of the eyes was inevitable, praying that he did not see you do it. He acted so high and mighty, but what for? This only increased your anger. Grabbing the thickest paintbrush, you ripped it out of your bag with one hand, palette in the other as you squirted heavy amounts of paint on the palette. You had no time to think, nothing but gross motor skills moving as you flicked your hand away on that canvas. 

Although you were beyond pissed, painting was always a way to relieve you of that stress. It was the only way you knew how to calm yourself. Everything around you became silent once the brush touched the canvas material. You had no time to notice him staring at you once more. You were much too engrossed. Another scoff could be heard, of course it was the cruel hater that was Hyunjin. Time flew when you painted, and before you knew it, it was lunch. The rest had already left the room, of course, you were much too distracted in your passion to see the only person left was the one you had already developed a disdain for. He tiptoed over, stood right behind you and he brought a hand to his chin, squinting his eyes and alaysing what you had created.

“Did you not hear?”

You jumped in shock, falling off of your chair and onto the ground, hard. You looked up, sighing as you prepared yourself for the scolding or hurl of insults that was about to be thrown your way. 

“I’m sorry Mr. uh, Hyunjin, sir, I’m not sure what you mean.”

The man bit down on the corner of the inside of his mouth, a chuckle of annoyance filling his lips.

“Do you think you’re a hot shot or something?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, genuinely unsure of what he was talking about. You stood up, looking up at the man as he spoke.

“Sorry?”

“You heard me?”

He took a step closer to you, gazing down on you patronizingly, too stubborn to give up his point of making you look bad. The thing is, Hyunjin did not know who he was messing with. You kept your stance, folding your arms across your chest as you glared back at him.

“I don’t think I’m a hot shot, and no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He reached below, snaking his hand around your palm, grabbing the paintbrush from your hand. Your heart skipped a beat, adrenaline coursing through your veins at his touch. You could feel your palms already sweating. He had suddenly become close, in your personal space. He was at eye level with you when he reached down, dark brown eyes boring into yours. Time had stopped, and you had to blink, bring yourself back to reality and how you were talking to. The previous image if his head tilted, neck covered in an array of purple and blue. 

“When I say it’s lunch time. It’s lunch time. You don’t keep painting, you leave. It’s that simple.”

Your lips smuggled into a line, left eye twitching, mouth salivating at how angry he was making you.

“So how was I supposed to know that? Huh?”

He said nothing. You took a step closer, elbows gently digging into his sides. Oh. Oh was all you could think when he was closer, feeling the hardness and firm tone of his body. He was attractive; there was no doubt about that. Tall, glowing skin, nice smile, delicate. The image of his neck flew into your mind once more, but this time you were determined to push it down and out. Yes, this was your first day, but there was no way the foundation of your relationship with this credulously rude man was going to be set like this: like you were just some pushover that would easily get scolded for something as simple as this. A smirk of arrogance turned on his lips as he saw you gulp, hard, mumbling a curse word under your breath. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

“How am I supposed to know that everybody goes to lunch at the same time?”

Hyunjin wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. His glare intensified the more you spoke back to him. He leant down, face now in eye level with your own. You gulped nervously, noses almost touching, why was he so close? His lips were slightly ajar, close enough to feel the delightful scent that was his breath tingle across your cheek.

“Don’t you pay attention to your surroundings? Tsk, you’re so ignorant.”

You went to open your mouth once more, but it was too late, he was already off. If you could punch the wall now, you would. You did not know it was possible to be this angry. You wanted to follow him, slap the shit out of him quite frankly. Anything that you could do to take out on him was good enough. It’s not like he even said much either. Yes he was arrogant, condescending, patrionsing, anything with a negative connotation you could label him with. You weren’t sure what it was, but Hyunjin had already found a way to crawl under your skin, make a home for himself there and kick around as much as he pleased.

What felt like two minutes ended up being fifteen, because everyone had already come back. Heat creeped on your face, and your palms became sweaty. A wave of humiliation came over you out of nowhere. You forgot to bring lunch, or even just take a rest. You don’t know why, but you were feeling embarrassed. Your head faced downward as everyone walked in, smiling or engaged in conversation, until they looked at you. The smile on Felix’s face faded immediately. Being an old friend of yours, he could tell when something wasn’t right.

“Y/n,” he asked, running over, placing his hand on your lower back, “is everything alright?”

You looked up, the first face you saw was Hyunjin’s of course, like your eyes were naturally drawn to him. It was the first time the two of you had made eye contact, and his facial expression was soft. No glare, no evil stare. If anything, it looked like concern. You only spent a brief moment looking at him, before turning to Felix. He could see the tear threatening to spill from your left eye. Maybe Hyunjin was right. Maybe you weren’t good enough to work here. Not talented enough. 

“Yeah, I’m um,”you paused, fanning yourself, “I’m just a bit hot in here, just going to go splash some cool water on my face. Where’s the closest bathroom?”

“Down the hall on your last left,” he replied, “do you want me to show y-”

“No no!” you accidentally yelled, already making a break for the door, “it’s fine, I’ll work it out.”

Nothing but forward worked into your stride and as you bolted down the long hallway, you skipped the bathroom altogether, finding the nearest exit from the building. A large sigh came to your lips when you felt the cool breeze attack your face. You sat down on the curb, feeling the previous tears give way. They kept coming, one after the other. The actualisation that you weren't good enough to work here had hit you like a ton of bricks. Nobody respected you, and if they did before, they certainly did not know after the way Hyunjin treated you in there. Any bit of sympathy you had prior to his situation was gone. Thrown right out of the door. It was until you felt the presence of someone not to you that you took your face out of your hands, quickly wiping your tears and standing up.

“Mr. Bang?”

“Y/n please, call me Chan. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes everything is great!”

The smile on your face was extremely forced; anybody could see that. He lifted a hand, patting you on the shoulder before asking you once more, “is everything okay?”

You could feel the lump in your throat about to burst. As if today couldn’t get any worse. A large sniffle came to your nose, refusing anything that could further humiliate you in front of your new boss. 

“I don’t think I should work here.”

Chan’s lips turned upside down, genuine concern filling his voice as he looked at you. It made him sad, very sad. He could see himself in you alot, especially when he was still an up and coming artist. Doubt was a strong feeling in these times, and he wanted to do everything he could to push past these feelings, and not deal with what he had to deal with.

“Oh y/n, trust me, I understand what you’re going through. You don’t have to be alone and trust me when I say this: you are very talented and deserve to be here just as much as anyone else.”

You looked at him, smiling at the sincerity his words meant. You could tell he was saying it with a heavy heart, wanting to make you feel better. He was a good person, and a really good boss; you couldn’t ask for more.

“Thank you Chan, that means a lot. Today has just been overwhelming. I’m not very good at meeting new people and making good first impressions.”

“Ah, I understand,” he nodded, “meeting other artists can be confronting. I say this, I know who the tough ones are and the sweet ones are. If someone doesn’t like you, do not pay any of them your mind. I can name a couple in your department that are like that off the top of my head, but since I am your boss, that would most definitely be a human resources violation.”

The joke made you chuckle, and in this moment you felt very grateful towards him.

“Thank you Chan, I should head back inside before Felix starts to worry about me.”

“Sure thing, take care of yourself. I hope you feel better soon.”

He walked back inside, yourself soon following, making your way back to the canvas room. The doors were loud, and everybody turned around to see you come through. A few smiles, a few expressions of indifference. The one you were told to ignore was looking, but no glare. Same expression as before, one that looked to be concerned as you took your seat. Taking on your bosses advice, you ignored everyone around you, mind endlessly filled with ideas and cognitions on how to enhance your artwork. It was your one true passion after all. Everything had become clear, and your reasons as to why you were hired here were reignited.

***

Time had flown and before you knew it, the work day was over. Everyone had put their brushes down, and grabbed their belongings as they stood around, chatting to each other and waited for what seemed to be some kind of public service announcement. Your confusion was soon cleared, seeing the team leader, and one of your more friendly colleagues, standing on the block in the middle of the room to address everyone. It made you giggle. He was already tall, and it’s not like he needed the extra height.

“Right everyone, that brings us to another day wrapped up. Usually now would be the time to discuss what we have come up with, but we shall save that for tomorrow morning. Instead, Mr. Bang has put us up to our first group task of the business quarter. Splitting into pairs, he wants each of us to come up with a logo for a new company he is getting into. Something musical, like you would see for a,” he paused, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and reading it carefully, “rock inspired edm.” 

The other looked around, barely phased. Maybe this was something Chan had asked of them often. 

“Now seeing as there are new faces around here, I probably should explain how we pick the partners. We basically just draw them out of a hat.”

He turns around, nodding at Ryujin as she hands him a cup, full of tiny papers which you assumed had names on them.

“Why not give y/n the honor of picking her partner first?”

Everybody agreed, making your heat begin to race. You were a good sport, and usually quite enjoyed group work. As you walked over to the podium, your heart began to speed up again. You truly were happy to work with anyone. Anything was worth the sacrifice of quality content. It truly would be good to make a new friend you thought, reaching your hand into the hat. Everything would be great, that was until you opened the folded paper, reading the person’s name you really did not want. The smile on your face faded straight away, opening your lips to tell everybody who you had chosen.

“Hyunjin.”

The room suddenly filled with awkward air, everybody averting your gaze. A large scoff could be heard from him across the room, causing you to roll your eyes. Of course, knowing your luck you would get partnered up with the one person that you already despise. He would probably make it so hard to work with, wanting to take the credit for everything. Nonetheless, this was for work, and if that meant you had to put aside your pride for a few days to get this project over and done with, so be it. The rest of the partners were sorted, Felix mouthing you a ‘good luck,’ before leaving with Seungmin. It didn’t look like Hyunjin was going to approach you, so you decided to be the bigger person for once, approaching him instead.

As you walked over, you stuck your hand out, politely waiting for him to shake it.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. I think we started on the wrong foot.”

He wasn’t even looking, too busy texting on his phone to even acknowledge your presence. It took him a good five minutes before he even looked up. He nodded, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he rolled his eyes. Your hand came back to your side, obviously not going to be seen or heard by him.

“Look, I know you don’t want to be partnered up with me, trust me, the feeling is mutual. Come to my place at 7pm tonight. Let’s do as much as we can so we can get this over and done with.”

“Sure thing.” you smiled, exaggerating your tone, “really looking forward to it.”

 You exchanged numbers, waiting for him to text his address.

As you walked away, adrenaline dispersed in your body. All of a sudden you were nervous to see him. Maybe it was because it was outside of work hours. Probably because he hated your guts. It did not matter. You wanted to prove to him and yourself that you can do this. Put all the pettiness aside and get the job done. 

****

The dreaded time of 7pm had arrived. His place was not too far from yours, which you were somewhat thankful for. Not like he did that on purpose. Walking onto the porch, nerves setting in, your knuckles came to the sooden front of the door. You knocked, gently, not wanting to be more obnoxious than you were already perceived to be by this idiot of a man. Your lips stuck out, air from the sigh blew out pushing it as he opened the door. 

Your eyes opened wide for a moment, noticing a completely different look. His hair was wet, tingy strands covering his forehead as your eyes trailed, collar bone slightly exposed from the wide collared shirt he was wearing. The sleeves were short, practically non-existent as his tank top exposed his shoulders, oh my, they were large. His arms were slim, yet so defined, covered in a continued array of more ink. His bicep flexed even at rest as he stood there, hips slightly forward as he smiled. The smile caught you off guard, not the fact that he was standing over you, a lot more naked and exposed than he was today. Your eyes, however, traveled straight to his neck, now familiar with the rest of his tattoo now exposed. The rose was large, thorns spiking out and around. It was a beautiful piece, definitely something that was original and unique to the man.

“Welcome, would you like to come inside ?”

“Uh sure,” you mumbled, walking in front of him. The apartment was nice, almost too nice for someone like him. It was a very minimalistic style, but it was right up your alley. You appreciated it and it was the way you would design your dream home. You sat down on his couch, waiting patiently for him to join you. He was in the kitchen, opening the top cupboard and bringing out a glass.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Oh uhm, just water please.”

He nodded, turning on the tap and filling it up, walking over and placing it on the table in front of him. He takes his seat, awfully close to you, causing you to sweat a little. His demeanor had completely shifted from the moment you met him. He suddenly felt so warm, welcoming. You felt comfortable for the first time, really comfortable. You could feel a gentle ache erupting in your core, but it wasn’t enough to distract you. Hyunjin objectively was a very attractive individual. It would be ridiculous for anyone to look at him and not feel something, right?

“Before we even start, can I please apologize?”

“Apologize? What are you apologizing for?”

“I was having a really bad day,” he mumbled, unable to look at you as he placed a hand on the outer edge of your knee, making you jump slightly in your spot, “ I shouldn't have taken it out on you.”

You could feel the sincerity in his voice, like it was the first time he had ever been sincere in my life.  His fingers were twiling on your knee cap, the tickling sensation making you want to squirm. It was so soothing. It was making you feel gently aroused. You leaned into him, closing the gap quietly and he continued to speak. His lips were all you could stare at, and you felt him getting closer and closer, those lips you began to fantasize about almost touching yours. You knew what he was doing, what you were doing, but you did not want it to stop. Your opinion on Hyunjin has changed drastically. All you could think about right now was his hands on you. Lips crashing into yours, and marking that-

“Dad?”

The voice startled you, covering your mouth to not scream and scared the person behind you. Turning round, you gasped, seeing a small child with a tiny frame standing from across the hall. Her hair was disheveled, and she had a hand on her face, rubbing her eye gently as she waited for her dad to come and get her.

“Hey honey,” he whispered, crawling over and kneeling down, hand on either side of his face as he looked at her, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I could hear somebody outside, it sounded like mommy, but I’m not sure so I came to see if she was here.”

Hyunjin’s stomach dropped, and so did yours when you heard the doorbell ring. He stood up, grabbing his daughter’s hand as he walked over to the door. A heavy sigh escaped his chest before he opened the door. A very beautiful woman was on the other side, barging in without saying anything. She gave you one look, a look that said it all: anything but impressed.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too Hyunjin, what a surprise seeing you here.” 

She paused, pointing her finger at you as she rolled her eyes, “This your booty call for the night?”

“Excuse me?”

She was taken aback, not expecting you to talk back.

“She’s from work, we have a project to do. It’s not like you would care anyway, at least if something did happen, I would be single, unlike you.”

The smirk on her face disappeared within milliseconds. You could tell she did not like that comment. She ignored instead, swooping her daughter up and into her arms. The daughter was not smiling. If anything, she looked terrified. You weren’t sure what the situation was, but you knew that this wasn’t right. 

“Mommy, your breath smells funny.”

He stood behind his daughter, mouthing ‘you came here drunk?’ to his ex wife. You could feel your blood beginning to boil. You weren’t sure why it made you so mad, but it did. This lady that you knew from a bar of soap was getting on every single one of your last nerves. 

“Please put her down, let’s talk, but not with her here.”

She nodded at Hyunjin, putting her down. Her response was heartbreaking, seeing her run behind his legs. 

“Why don’t I put you to bed?”

You stepped forward, unsure if you were crossing a line here, but it was better than just sitting there like a bystander, doing absolutely nothing. 

“I can put her to bed if you want?”

He turned to you, and you could see the water foaming at the brim of his eyes. That guilt that had developed from when Seungmin told you his situation was coming back, and you felt this urge, no, demand to do anything to help him right now. 

“You can?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, walking over and grabbing his daughter's tiny hand, “you know, just so you guys can talk.”

Her smile came back, and she nodded as she came closer towards you.

“Daddy, can the pretty girl read me a story?”

He tried to suppress the smile, heat coming to his face at the description she used, “she sure can.”

You smiled politely at him as he gave his approval, death glaring at her as you walked down the hallway. You allowed her to guide you to her room, smiling when you saw the litter of dinosaurs sprayed across her bed. You sat on the edge, allowing her to get into her bed and pull the sheet over her. You tucked her in, making sure to get her chin under the cover. She giggled as she looked at you. It made you feel warm, reminding you of home ,tucking your nephew to bed. Children were so sweet, something you were always passionate about and loved, dreamed of always having. They were so innocent, so it made you sad, filled with despair when you saw the look and fear cowaring her face.

“Is there a story you would like me to read?”

“Yes,” she turned to her side, pointing at the book on the floor, “daddy just read it to me, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Well,” you giggled, picking the book up, “ I better do a better job than your dad then.”

As you opened the book, you could hear the voices of the other two adults in the house starting to escalate. It wasn’t enough for their daughter to hear, but it certainly was for you. You raised your own, an attempt at drowning out the noise coming from the living room. You turned on the animations, ranting and raving, doing everything you can to make it a true story. She was such a sweet kid, giggling, chuckling, just bursting out laughing. She was really enjoying it, right until her tiny eyes fluttered shut, and all that could be heard was the sound of her chest rising, and falling with each breath.Your lips turned upwards, placing a hand on her forehead, stroking the skin gently. She looked peaceful. It was nice. 

You were too engrossed in how calm she looked to notice the door opening slightly ajar, Hyunjin’s head peering out of the side as he checked in. He came up behind you, down on his knees as he placed a hand on your upper back.

“Did she fall asleep okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “she fell asleep as soon as I started reading her book.”

You stood, tip-toeing out of her room and back to the kitchen. He soon followed, grabbing your wrist, and pinning you against the fridge. The action took you aback, the cool temperature of the fridge calling onto your skin as he pinned you against it. His head bowed down, eyes boring into yours as he leaned in even closer. You bit down on your bottom lip, looking up at the once man of menace as you tilted your head, watching him move in what seemed to be slow motion as his lips touched yours. They connected so easily. You could feel the heat behind them, body already pushing up against you as he groaned into you. The contact was heavy, and you didn’t know why, but you really did not want it to stop. 

He was listening to your mind, hands snaking down your side, halting at your hips and squeezing the flesh, spinning you around, lower back hitting against the bench, hard as he continued to kiss you fervently. You pulled away, wincing from the slight pain it caused. His eyebrows furrowed, pulling away as he came to the realization of what he had just done.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, index and middle finger sitting on his lips, “I’m so sorry, I should have asked I-”

“It’s fine,” you nodded, averting his gaze at all means. Your chest was heavy, breathing dramatically in unison with Hyunjin. You weren’t sure what to do now, seeing as he had regretted his advances.

“I’m also sorry about,” he paused, waving his hands in the air, “all of that. She’s a lot.”

“Oh,” you nodded, “I understand. Did you want to talk about it?”

You could feel him pacing up and down, fingers on his chin as he began to explain himself.

“Ugh she’s just,” he grunted, anger visible in his face, “she’s such a piece of work. We were married for 10 years, 10 years!! She cheated on me for at least half of the marriage, barely paid attention to me or my art. Came home drunk around my daughter multiple times, bringing home different partners. Men, women, anybody she could cheat on me with.”

Your eyes squinted, cringing at how horrible she sounded. He paused, standing next to you with his back also against the kitchen bench. His head rolled back, hands covering his face as another large sigh escaped his lips.

“I finally gained the courage to file the divorce papers, but now, she shows up here every now and then, solely to just annoy me. Me? I don’t care, I was so over the relationship a long time ago, but it’s my daughter I worry about. She is terrified, and her coming here only reminds her of the times where strangers would come into the house.”

“She doesn’t need that,” you slightly interjected, turning to face him.

He removed his hands off his head, turning to face you.

“Exactly,” he exclaimed, “you get it!.”

“Yes of course,” you replied back, just as much enthusiasm in your voice, “children need stability.”

This side of Hyunjin was very refreshing. It was nice to see such a genuine side of caring, and your perspective of this man had changed drastically, and you were not complaining. He stood close to you once again, hands traveling back to where they were prior.

“Thank you for all of that, back there,” he smirked, thumbs pressing into your sides, “if there’s any way I could thank you for doing that, I would.”

The implication caused the heat in your face to rise. There were many things you were thinking. Hyunjin down on his knees, you down on your own, hair back. A chuckle escaped your lips, biting down on your bottom lip once more as you looked up at him. Your arms were in the air, traveling up and around Hyunjin’s neck. His hips pushed against your own, left leg splitting your legs down the middle. His thigh flexed, grinding against your core as you whimpered. His smirk grew, leg twitching more, almost like he was experimenting how much sound he could get out of you. You were treading on extremely dangerous waters. He was a very stressed out man, and you would be lying if you said that this day wasn’t a bundle of stress.

“Are you sure,” you paused, taking a deep breath, “you want to do this?”

“Take it as my thank you for, you know, being so good with kids.”

You said nothing, instead using your lips to reply, reaching up to his. The reconnection was even more passionate than before. His tongue was already pushing, begging for entrance as you opened your mouth, tongues wrestling hard as he subtracted his leg, hoisting you up and onto his counter. Your legs were parted, inviting him in as you took your hands away from his neck, wrapping them around his lower back and pulling him close. The sounds of metal clanging on the floor took you of your dazed lust. Luckily his daughter was a heavy sleeper, because he swiped everything off the counter, including his keys, wallet, even his phone as he lunged onto his own counter, pushing you down, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head. His body was on top of your, crawling up your body as he skipped your lips, trailing past your jaw, down your neck, and right to your chest. The kisses were small, feverish and abrupt. These were little luxuries that he wanted to give to you. Small, yet teasing bits of pleasure as a sneak peak of what was to come. His face came back to your own, eye level with you as he whispered, “take it off.”

You needed to get up, pushing him off of you as you stood, slowly unbuttoning each button on your dress. Hyunjin stood there, leaning on his knees as he watched you. So much hunger, so much desire, lust. Desperate to relieve stress. To forget about what had just happened. In all honesty, it really didn’t matter, he just needed you right now. A huff came from his lips as he watched you, and in his opinion, you were taking way too much time to gett this stupid fucking dress off. He leaped from the counter, assisting you in getting the job done as he undid the last three buttons, ripping it up and above your head, planting itself on the floor. The sudden exposure of the no bra, panties only combo was a little confronting to say the least. Hyunjin’s eyes ogled at your body. It made you self-conscious for a moment, but that was quickly wiped away, seeing as he was pushing your back into the counter,pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he grazed straight down to where he wanted him. He looked up at you as he tongue stuck out of his lips,gently licking his top one before diving into your left nipple. The sound from you was immediate, a soft groan escaping your lips as your hands involuntarily traveled into the thickness of his hair as you brought him closer, more intimate to your body as his entire mouth latched onto your parallel nipple, teeth digging into this delicate flesh. His fingers were on the other, twisting and pinching in an attempt to stimulate the similar feeling.

“Shit,” you whispered, unable to contain your profanity, “Hyunjin I-”

“You like that,” he mumbled, taking his mouth off your breasts for a brief moment, “talk to me baby.”

“Yes,” you mumbled, unaware of how loud you were in the heavenly bliss that was Hyunjin’s mouth, “how are you?”

He arose at your question, grabbing your wrist, and placing it in between his legs.

“Oh wow,” you gasped, feeling his intense bulge, “you’re really hard.”

He scoffed at your response, “is that all you have to say?”

“Was there something else I was supposed to say?”

“Touche,” he smirked, stepping away for a brief moment. He lifted his arms, removing his own shirt. He quite enjoyed the way your smile dropped, gaze becoming enveloped by his torso. At least 65% of his torso was covered. Your mouth was agape, hands unconsciously stuck onto his body, feeling the texture of his ink under the prints of your fingers. You always had a thing for tattoos.

“Are you enjoying yourself there?”

You were brought out of your curiosity, snapped back by the seductive tone of the man of the body you were fixated on, looking up at his look of satisfaction at how lost you were, how attracted you were to him.

“Have you had these for a long time? The tattoos, I mean.”

“Oh yeah,” he replied, grabbing your wrist, placing your hand against the ink on his chest, “this one is fresh, about a week old, the other two,” he paused again, placing on hand on his rib, the other just below his waistline, “these are a couple of years old.”

“Oh wow,” you gasped, marveling at the artistry of the unique tattoos, “they’re so beautiful.”

“They are?”

“Oh of course,” you scoffed, looking back up at Hyunjin, “I never took you for someone that likes fine lines.”

He said nothing, instead using all of his force to push back up into you. A loud groan escapes your lips, Hyunjin’s hand wrapping around your lips. Your eyes widened, realizing how loud he was causing you to be.

“Sorry,” you mumbled under his hand, skin on his calloused painter's hand tickled from the vibrations, “I just, I don’t know what it is, but I just simply cannot control myself.”

Hyunjin’s hands traveled back to your hips. In a matter of seconds, you faced the opposing wall, back bent over the coolness that was his kitchen counter as your hand spread to your sides. His presence could be felt, outline the stance of your own as his fingers came to your ear, gently pushing the hair behind your lobe. Coming closer, you gasped, teeth gripping onto the bottom of your lobe as he whispered, low and harsh tones vibrating through your skin as he spoke.

“Please, let me thank you, you know, for helping me out.”

You could not see, but you could hear the drawstring of his pants coming undone, undergarments swiped off, all the way until you could feel him. Feel his nakedness pressing against your behind. He felt big, thick, you weren’t sure. All you were sure of was that your core was throbbing, dripping wet. The residue was dripping out and onto the floor, making Hyunjin salivate. He grabbed his length, jaw dropping when he saw how easily the tip of his cock glided through your folds. 

“S-shit,” he stuttered, trying not to get too carried away with things, “you’re so wet.”

“Yes,” you mumbled, though barely coming together at pleasure his cock was giving you, “so, good, more.”

“You want more huh?”

“Please,” you blurted, whining at the top of your lungs, “give it to me.”

“Fuck,” he shivered, lowering himself towards your gaping hole, “how could I say no?”

A simultaneous moan escaped both of your lips, another one coming from you as his cock filled you up, a very slow pace at that.

You were correct in your assumptions about Hyunjin being thick, seeing as he really was stretching you out. It wasn’t painful, just confronting. He went slow, able to tell that taking him was a lot. He cooed, lips attaching to your neck as he waited, wanting you to move against him. Give him a sign to say it was okay and that you were well adjusted to the gratifying stretching out his dick was giving you. 

“Holy shit,” you whimpered, sliding your hips against him, “you’re so big. Feels so good though.”

“Yeah? Does it?”

“Yes, Hyunjin.”

It was the first time he had heard his name from you in such a, well, sexual manner. It was a weakness he didn’t know he was capable of having. His throat swelled up, instead, hips snapping immediately. He didn’t know if it was because you were saying his name, or if it was the fact that you had completely let go, letting him take you. Maybe it was from past trauma in his previous marriage, he really didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted to hear it again, and again, and again, over and over until your throat gave out, vocal noodles rubbing together. Hyunjin wanted to fuck you so raw, so dumb that the only thing he wanted you to be able to say was his name.

“Say it again,” he grumbled, teeth sinking into your neck, “say my name again.”

“Hyunjin,” you moaned, causing his hips to snap one more time, hard, “fuck, Hyunjin.”

“You’re so fucking dirty,” he grinned, picking up his pace inaise of you, “you sound like such a slut when you say my name like that.”

Your hips moved against his involuntarily, little self control to be found at the heaviness of his words. Maybe it was the reason you found yourself caught up in this, well, entanglement. It was true. The first time you had conversed, it was hurtful. But the second, and the third time, you felt different. You should have just ignored it. That familiar ache that formed between your legs when he looked at you. So much disgust, so much irritation in his eyes, it really turned you on. 

You felt himself lean back, the pressure of his body weight removed as he put one foot up on his counter, hands grabbing your hips as he changed his position, thrusting into you from a new angle. Your head was thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head at how well he was able to fuck you. It hadn't felt like long, but the buildup from a nice slow, gentle pace to a fast, hard, loud skin slapping pace was nowhere to be found. His hips were already working hard, fingers clipped onto you for dear life as he truly fucked you hard. The sound of skin was so loud, so lewd, it really baffled you how his daughter had woken up from mere dialogue, but not from the sound of a moan escaping your lips at every thrust. Hyunjin’s breath was heavy, easily heard through his teeth as he began to grunt. His hands loved to travel, heavily gripping your ass, throwing a couple of spanks in there. The pain crept up into you quickly, but you loved every second of it. It was like Hyunjins already knew your body inside out. Where to touch you, how much heat to apply. He was reading you like a book, and not part, not one inch of your body was complaining. From the slightly purple marks already scattered across your neck, or the red handprints prominent against your ass cheeks, Hyunjin was truly blowing your mind, and every single bit of this was bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned, “Hyunjin I can’t-”

“Say it again baby,” he grunts, moving even faster, “ I love it when you say my name like that.”

“Hyunjin,” you whined, “Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin.”

“Oh fuck,” he shivered, “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.”

A small giggle left your mouth, truly enjoying how easy it was to rile him up. You reached around, gripping tightly onto his hand as you yanked him forward, abs pressed against your back once more as your brought his fingers to your mouth, eagerly sucking on his digits, coating them in spit and saliva, entrenching them with as much of your juices as you can before withdrawing them, and placing them against your bundle of nerves. Your legs gave way almost immediately. The combination of Hyunins slender fingers effortlessly rubbing your clit, and the utmost speedy pace was becoming too much. Hyunjin chuckle was justified, admiring how easily it was for you to falter, to become over-stimulated. In a way he was grateful, knowing you were close from the way you were clenching around him, knowing that he wasn’t far off himself. The other part of him loved to see it. It was so easy to fuck you like this. It helped him relieve himself of his stress, his ex wife, all of it. He knew he was mean to you today, sure, but he really wasn’t aware of the stress that was pent up in his body. It only became apparent when he gazed down, seeing his hard and fast his cock was moving in and out of your drenched pussy.

“Fuck fuck,” you mumbled, “I’m going to cum.”

“Me too,” he grunted, hips noticeably slowing, “fuck this pussy till it’s screaming, begging for me to stop.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you moaned, unable to form any coherent sentences, “fuck fill me up Hyunjin, please fill me up.”

“Fill you up with my cum huh?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” you bursted, somtach beocming tight, “I need to cum.”

“Cum for me then baby.”

He couldn't finish his sentence, orgasm taking over your body as your back collapsed, hand gripping onto his counter top for dear life, not wanting to embarrass yourself and collapse onto the floor.  Hyunjin gasped, seeing his cum spill out of your abdomen, spasming heavily as he came to his own high, releasing himself into you. A gasp from your mouth soon followed, seeing his own juices spilling out of your pussy, dripping down your leg. You turned in shock, bringing a hand to your stomach, wincing at the pain, and the long red mark stretched across your stomach. Hyunjin looked down, bringing his own hand to it, concerned at the color of the mark.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled, brushing it off, “it’s fine, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Are you sure?”

The expression on his face did not budge, and it made you appreciative. Someone who fucs, hard, but also someone who can be gentle. He moved swiftly, sweeping underneath your legs and taking you in, carrying you bridal style in his arms as he brought you to his bathroom. Opening the door, he smiled, putting you down, and opening the shower door. Any outsider would be in hysterics, seeing the two of you walk around his compartment completely butt naked. But it didn’t matter, you had other ideas anyway.

“You can shower in here. I’ll also grab your clothes. Then we can work on the project,” he paused, scarting the back of his head awkwardly, “if that’s okay with you of course.”

You twrield your finger in your hair, attempting to be innocent after such sinful acts had been committed. Your brain clicked, creating an idea that seemed too irresistible to say no to.

“You look pretty worn out yourself,” you smirked, twindling around, and yanking his arm inside with you, “unless you think that’s a bad idea, and you wouldn’t want to join me of course.”

Pushing his back against the wall, you dropped to your knees, watching him turn the shower nozzle, watching the droplets pour across your already drenched face, hair sticking to your forehead. They cascaded on the edge of his pelvis, dripping across your face as you looked up at him.

“I’m sure you have so much stress built up in those muscles,” you pouted, soothingly rubbing your hands on either side of his body.

“Just say the words,” you whispered, moving closer and closer to his hips, “or we can work on the project,” you pouted, “like you suggested.”

“No,” he shouted, quickly covering his mouth, “we can work on the project later.”

Inching closer, you stuck your tongue out, barely touching his tip. This was going to be a long night.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

I am obsessed with the idea of Kyojuro falling for someone completely different than him, kinda like in uninterested but in my mind they actually have arguments (nothing major obv) and at first he doesn't have any interest in pushing it to be friends. Then suddenly everything he believes in (that love is supposed to be easy, always sweet, never complicated, recognizable) is shattered as he understands that love can in fact be complicated, difficult, not perfect, and that's okay. Idk if you like the idea but I just wanted to share!

a/n: honestly opposites-attracting, but only after turmoil is such a good trope but so overlooked imo- since i dont consider it enemies-lovers (theyre clearly distinctly different asldkfjasdf). also why is it hard to write like a passive-slightly aggressive rengoku? (it shouldn't be considering when he first met tanjiro his mind was literally 'execute child' LMFAO)

also, slight warning bc sanemi and you get into a fist fight lol (very confrontational y/n)

additionally: im not very happy with the outcome of this, and on top of that it's pretty short but hNNG i couldn't just keep this in my draft so im releasing it into the wild and ruNNING away

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kyojuru is a certified optimist with the skills to back up his optimism

so when you entered his life with a polar opposite attitude, he tried thinking nothing of it

but your constant need to tell him that his optimism is suffocating or stiffling or even 'unrealistic' really grinded on his gears and even he has a limit

kyojuro is a good man, but he isnt a saint

at first it started with small little jabs to try and appease you when you would start talking about whatever came out of your mouth

"you should focus on training and not speaking so much"

"your pessimism is truly deep-seated, isn't it?"

"y/n, please less talking more action"

then somehow, it escalated

you both would bicker constantly- like a rat testing it's luck against a predator owl

it got to the point the hashira ranks and even kagaya knew of your distaste for each other and even teased you both about it

you both would argue over such simple, stupid things

so imagine his inner shock when he saw you caught in a screaming match against shinazugawa one day

arguing with sanemi was already a deadend road, hes about as hardheaded as a bull and will butt heads until he's knocked on his ass or unconscious

kyojuro wondered for the briefest of moments if you both looked like you did now, up in sanemi's face yelling at him while he yelled back trying to fight for the high ground

however, arguments with sanemi never lasted long- but that didn't mean the situation was resolved. they never lasted long because he almost always start a fistfight

and he will fight you no matter who you are- feminist sanemi says 'equal rights, equal fights'. his fists are rated E-for literally everyone

the moment you swung first- taking the one thing away from him that he had (the ability to strike first) it all just snowballed

you both were scrapping around in the dirt and grass and for some reason kyojuro didn't like it

there was a small scene of familiar faces around, all sighing and shaking their heads at the fight like it was just an ordinary day

but kyojuro strangely felt compelled to act- so he did

he quickly intervened, breaking up the fight between you and sanemi. he yanked you behind him, gripping your wrist and keeping you at his back so you didn't run or try to go after the wind hashira again

while kyojuro was confident he could hold you back, he was less certain he could do that and keep sanemi at bay as well, so he quickly took off. draggin you behind him by the wrist

when you both got far enough away, kyojuro made you sit down in front of him as he inspected your face

typical fistfight injuries scattered your skin and you refused to look at him, a scowl on your face the whole time he was inspecting you

"why do you care?" you had asked him and for some reason, it irked him but also hurt him

was he not supposed to care?

sure you got on his nerves and he wouldn't say he was exactly friends with you, but-

"i do not wish to see you injured, is that so wrong?"

"you didn't care before"

"that is not true!"

he yelled at you, just like he always did when you antagonized him- but this time it was different

he wasn't arguing because you pushed him, he was arguing because you were wrong and he did care

he did and hes finally realizing it

he didn't want you to be hurt and he didn't want you to fight with others- deep down he didn't even want you fighting with him

he wanted to form a better relationship with you- a bond with you like he has with others

kyojuro wanted to try and fix this messed up way you two communicated and he knew it would suck and you'd probably fight him the entire process

then he laughed, loud and long to himself at the though of it

you fighting him on not wanting to fight anymore?

that's just like you-

and he cared about all of you, like it or not

[sniixnn]

꒰ ➼ ❝ naive s/o ❞ ꒱

:: how would a yandere bruno act with a naive s/o?

warnings :: yandere, manipulation, unhealthy relationship, stalking

bruno x reader

a/n :: this is probably ooc?? idk ☹️ i love bruno so much omg he deserved so much better <\3 I NEED REQUESTS PLSS IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS 🏃🏃

:: bruno isn’t exactly unfamiliar to the townspeople, known as an outcast and a terrible man for an unfortunate ability he can’t control.

:: because he remains unvisited most of the time apart from his family in the casita, he spends most of his time doing his own thing, which he decided he could be partly grateful for - because his tower in the casita seemed to be the only place he could avoid watchful and criticising eyes.

:: but then you came along, asking for a prophecy — he assumed you were like the rest of the people who came to see him, the same people who would walk out of his living-quarters with folded arms and an attitude of hatred.

:: for the most part, he was correct. his prophecy wasn’t good at all, relating to the death of someone close to you.

:: but what really shocked him was that you got up, not surprisingly mourning, but not blaming him for the dreadful prediction.

:: you seemed to be one of the first to not have a hatred for him, despite how his prophecy affected your life.

:: and then the situation grew, to the point where you spotted him in the town, wearing his poncho over his head to hide his appearance (ironic, right?) and greeted him with a smile and a wave.

:: he swore that he wasn’t following you around on purpose, however you just seemed to be in every place he was.

:: it got so bad to the point where he even saw you in the casita talking to mirabel and pepa.

:: so overtime, you gradually got closer

:: if you got together, the walls in the house would be stacked with his shining emerald shards of prophecies, all somehow focused on you or an aspect of your life.

:: he knew he was never valued highly in other peoples eyes, so when you start showing a slither of affection and interest in him, he will have high expectations of how your relationship will be in the future.

:: because of his not surprisingly low self esteem, he will live in constant fear that you will leave him for someone more attractive, more valued or interesting.

:: so he tries to make it obvious that you like him. even if he has to give you subtle touches on your shoulder when around other people, or perhaps even have you reassure him yourself.

:: if someone refuses to catch the hint, he will wait until a better situation to confront them, giving threats like how he will give them a prophecy they wish to never hear again.

:: he thinks that you are alike a saint for being so kind to him, unlike everyone else — he knows that although he may have reopened his door, his family still doesn’t think that great of him — but you don’t, it’s like you were meant to be.

:: if he sees you with someone else in a vision, he will try his harder than he ever has before to stop it from happening. he just can’t risk losing you, because what will he do when you are gone?

:: i feel that unless you are going for a more sinister version of bruno, he would feel guilty for manipulating you — though it wouldn’t be hard.

:: he isn’t above stalking however. just to take extra precautions, yknow?

:: he would be terrible at it, though.

:: he is a clumsy man. he tries to be sneaky and hide behind things, or people so you don’t notice him? he will probably trip and fall, bringing attention to himself. if you spot him, he will freeze up and pretend to do something else.

:: it’s easier for him to just train his rats to follow you around and tell him what you were doing.

[fairyxkisses]

☼ cove holden and his s/o wearing his clothes headcannons☼

a/n: so, i got the idea for this bc the person i like wore one of my hoodies ( idk how tf it fit them, they're a whole ass six-seven inches taller than me, i'm 5'3"-5'4" and they're 5'10 last i checked ) the other day and i- IM ALSO CONSIDERING WRITING FOR SOME GENSHIN CHARACTERS BC I HAVE GENSHIN INSPO??? pls lemme know if any of y'all would like that??? content overall: gender neutral reader, cove getting flustered warnings: uhhh swearing? did i swear in this one? idk i don't pay attention to whether i'm swearing or not so its a general warning flustered cove???

☼ okay, so it's kinda already cannon that cove likes seeing his s/o in his clothing. so lemme just get that out of the way. cove loves to see you wear his clothes

☼ like, loves it. at first, he's a bit too nervous to ask if you want to. so like, he'll just have a bunch of t-shirts that he knows would look good on you but he just can't bring himself to ask

☼ either you do it for him or he does it. either way, he stutters like crazy.

☼ "i... do... uh..." cue frustrated, flustered cove. give the poor boy a second to say it. "would you like to wear one of my t-shirts?" he's bright red.

☼ after he gives you some of his clothes mans lets you pick out as many of his clothes as you want he genuinely gets excited and happy when you wear something of his

☼ if you wear something of his in public, he notices right away. he gets flustered about it pretty quickly. if someone were to recognize that it's one of his items of clothing and mentions it, poor boy can't speak actual sentences. he just kinda nods and looks away

☼ if you're someone who likes hoodies or sweaters, cove would probably buy some specifically so he could give them to you. he hates wearing them, so i can see him like... putting it on for five minutes to try and like... make it smell like him?

☼ cove heard somewhere that people like it when their boyfriend gives them clothes that smell like said boyfriend and so he like... almost subconsciously wants to try and make you happy through that

☼ if you're shorter than him, he loves how oversized his clothes are on you. he gives them to you fully aware that they'll be too big. he finds it really cute and he loves seeing you in it.

☼ if you're his height, he still loves seeing his clothing on you. like, nothing really will change that? it just means he doesn't have to be too size conscious

☼ if you're taller than him, cove goes out of his way to buy shit that's oversized simply so that you can still wear his clothes. like, mans will go above and beyond.

☼ he goes above and beyond to make you happy in general we love our " i refuse to just do the bare minimum " king

☼ pls let cove see you in his clothes. do it. you won't regret it. mans will melt. cove will become a puddle. do it. do it.

☼ if y'all have a sleepover or live together and he sees you in just his t-shirt-

☼ mans is dead. cove.exe had stopped working. you broke him. he can't speak, he just kinda sputters out sounds?

☼ he didn't realize how good that would look until he saw you like that???

☼ he's seen in it some movies and tv shows and understood the appeal but he didn't fully get it until he saw you in it. he was like " i guess that'd be attractive? " BUT THEN SAW YOU IN ALL YOUR STUNNING AND AMAZING GLORY IN JUST HIS T-SHIRT

anyway, wear cove's clothes. do it. he loves it. it's his clothes and like... they're comfy? just do it.