H E I R.

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

[heirscopedarch]

💰 —   𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃  :  a  𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘  𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄,  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄  &  𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  role  play  blog  for 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐘𝐈-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍  ;  an  𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  inspired  by   netflix's  𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇.  —   A  young  heir  to  a  prestigious  company  that  only  wishes  to  be  free.  21+  only.  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒  &  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒  𝐃𝐍𝐈.  Written  by  𝐂𝐀𝐓.  32  /  She  or  They  /  MST.  — AUDHD.  Multiverse  &  OC  friendly.  Will  contain  violent  &  sexual  themes. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.  This  is  a  sideblog  and  follows  from  @lawscoped.

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𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  :  choi jiyong

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  : @softroars | @bitchscoped | @kkangpa3

   𝐈    am    𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘    𝐌𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐄    𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.    𝐈    𝐃𝐎    𝐍𝐎𝐓    rp    on    desktop    tumblr.    This    means    that    𝐈    𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓    𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐌    𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   and    that    𝐈    𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘    𝐎𝐍    𝐌𝐘    𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒    𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

[heirscopedarch]

He’d never complain about that. Love on him some more.

[bitchscoped]

that's exactly what he's going to do actually. he's going to grab yi-joon by the face and kiss him all over. get fucking loved on.

[heirscopedarch]

That’s fine. Better than fine. Yi-joon will soak the affection up like a sponge, even going as far as to wrap an arm around Hyeon and pull him closer.

[bitchscoped]

it's yi-joon loving hours. he's decided. thank you.

@heirscoped

[heirscopedarch]

He’d never complain about that. Love on him some more.

[heirscopedarch]

“  I  told  you  not  to  show  your  fucking  face  here.  You  really  are  a  failure  if  you  can't  fucking  listen.  ” 

@selapim  liked  for  a  one-liner. 

[heirscopedarch]

“  Whatever  you  want,  make  it  quick.  I  don't  have  time  for  a  lecture.  ” 

@honui  liked  for  a  one-liner.

[heirscopedarch]

I need more dynamics for this jackass so PLEASE LIKE THIS for a one liner from Yi-joon!

[heirscopedarch]

He's also sad, but he may be trying to hook a finger around one of Hyeon's as a sign of comfort.

[bitchscoped]

and though not a word is spoken between them, hyeon does shift, just enough to take yi-joon's hand in his own. maybe a little too tight but he needs to know that the other is there because he can't stand the thought of being here alone.

[heirscopedarch]

𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐇𝐈𝐌.   In  fact,  his  hand  shifts  to  lace  fingers  together,  squeezing  his  hand  in  return  before  shifting  closer,  resting  his  chin  upon  the  others  head  in  their  mutual  silence  ;  though  his  actions  speak  louder  then  words  possibly  could  in  this  moment.  Hand  squeezes  Hyeon's  once  more,  lips  pressing  to  the  top  of  his  head.

[bitchscoped]

great. he's sad now.

[heirscopedarch]

He's also sad, but he may be trying to hook a finger around one of Hyeon's as a sign of comfort.

[imstillhereyes]

Biological father(derogatory)

[heirscopedarch]

@softroars  :  jaehyun  is  approaching  him  with  a  small  gift  bag  and  a  little  container  of  strawberry  cake.  inside  the  bag  was  a  new  bottle  of  cologne  he  thought  would  suit  him.  "happy  birthday." 

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐈𝐌.  Nothing  inherently  special  —  not  like  they  used  to  be  when  he  was  a  kid.  The  older  Yi-joon  had  gotten,  the  less  it  seems  that  his  parents  really  cared  about  it  (  they  didn’t  care  about  much,  did  they?  ).  The  most  he  got  from  them  was  new  jewelry  (  not  even  personalized,  no  real  thought  put  into  it  )  or  a  new  suit  (  that  he  wouldn’t  even  want  to  wear  ).  Never  anything  that  would  be  considered  sentimental,  or  something  that  would  fit  Yi-joon  as  an  individual.  An  afterthought  —  that’s  all  it  —  and  he  —  ever  was  to  them,  until  they  needed  him  to  be  useful.

                                              He  hated  his  birthday  because  of  that.

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍  ;  one  of  very  few  that  Yi-joon  would  have  ever  open  up  to  —  or  even  consider  him  as  a  confidante  of  sorts.  A  friend,  maybe  (  Yi-joon  didn’t  have  many  of  those,  did  he?  ).  Lips  pull  into  a  fine  line,  confused  —  surprised,  as  well  ;  why  would  Jaehyun  do  anything  for  him?

                                                     Why  would  anyone?

“  …  How’d  you  find  out?”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐆,  peering  into  it  before  taking  said  cologne  out,  brows  furrowing  together  softly.  Hyeon  would  like  the  smell  of  this,  he  thinks  ;  the  mere  thought  of  the  man  he  fooled  wounded  causing  pink  to  tint  his  cheeks  before  he  snaps  out  of  it  and  shoves  it  back  into  the  bag,  noting  the  cake  in  the  container  ,  as  well.  No  one  went  out  of  their  way  for  him  like  this  —  how  was  he  supposed  to  react?

“  …  you  didn’t  have  to  fuckin’  get  me  anything.  Leave  it  to  you  to  be  so  damn  sentimental.  ”

                                                                  thank  you.

[heartriki]

NI-KI : UP VER. CONCEPT PICS

[heirscopedarch]

I don’t want ur shitty fanfics I want GIFS

[shineonenhypen]

[gloomglimmer]

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[heirscopedarch]

HAPPY BDAY TO MY BITCH BOY

[heirscopedarch]

yijoon wont wt me listen to anything but criminal love which is keeping his muse high 💀

[heirscopedarch]

@bitchscoped  :  [  11PM  ]  the  backseat  of  a  car  parked  in  the  pouring  rain  on  a  lonely  road. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓  𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋  𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.  It  would  raise  far  too  much  suspicion  —  and  if  they  got  caught?  It  would  ruin  everything  for  both  of  them.  However,  tonight?  Yi-joon  didn’t  understand  why  the  other  was  alright  with  driving  to  the  hotel  together  ;  the  same  one  they  go  to  time  and  time  again,  same  day  every  week.  Every  time,  Yi-joon  would  meet  him  there,  and  generally  it  was  earlier.  Maybe  Hyeon  felt  better  about  being  in  the  same  vehicle  because  it  was  so  late?  Whatever.  Ha-yun  was  none  the  wiser,  to  his  knowledge,  and  that  was  what  mattered.

𝐍𝐎𝐖,  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  to  their  destination  didn’t  matter.  Far  too  impatient  were  they  tonight,  weren’t  they?  The  rain  poured  ;  coming  down  so  hard  that  they  could  hear  it  hitting  the  vehicle.  No  traffic  had  been  coming  by  in  this  desolate  back  road  that  Yi-joon  had  been  taking  ;  and  if  they  do?  Windows  were  tinted.  It  would  be  fine.

𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇  of  the  other  man’s  body  ;  hands  hiked  up  his  shirt,  both  of  their  pants  already  tugged  off,  mauling  each  other  in  the  back  seat  of  Yi-joon’s  car.  Fingertips  trail  across  skin  ;  nails  dragging  enough  for  Hyeon  to  feel  it  but  it  enough  to  leave  any  real  mark,  his  one  hand  moving  lower  to  cup  the  other’s  cock  in  his  palm,  pressing  firmly  against  it  as  tongue  explored  the  mouth  of  his  secret  lover,  pulling  back  slightly  for  air  before  lips  hungrily  collided  together  once  more.  Yi-joon  shifts,  nestling  himself  between  Hyeon’s  legs,  hips  grinding  slowly  against  the  other  man’s  as  he  groans  against  his  mouth.

𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  ;  not  usually.  But  since  last  time  —  when  they  had  silently  poured  their  hearts  out  to  eachother…  he  thought  he  could  go  back  to  the  normal,  rough,  degrading  sex  —  that  was  still  hot  as  hell  —  but  ever  since  that  time,  he  also  craved  the  soft  intimacy  with  the  other.  All  he  wanted  was  for  Hyeon  to  know  —  to  feel  unspoken  words  ;

                                     I  love  you.                                     I  love  you.

                   𝐈  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘  ;  breathless,  almost  —  dark  gaze  looking  down  at  the  other;  chest  heaving  slowly,  hand  moving  and  thumb  brushing  against  cheek  bone.  “  I  can  keep  going  or  we  can  go  back  to  the  usual.  What  do  you  want ?  ”

[bitchscoped]

he'd sworn to himself that last time had been a fluke ; a moment of weakness that he'd be able to patch back up and pretend like it had never happened. it wasn't as though he didn't want to remember, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy it either ━━ but what they were doing was risky enough as it was. just sex, could be explained away, to some extent. it could be ignored, denied, with any evidence disappearing come morning time. but when feels got involved, it became complicated. and perhaps hyeon had been holding onto these feelings for quite some time, perhaps every time he met with yi-joon they threatened to burst free ; hard to control, hard to cope with. but he had managed well enough ━━ for years now, he'd managed.

but last week had been a turning point. too weak to say no when yi-joon had asked for them to just pretend . . . pretend like they were in love, pretend that they were together. hyeon thought he could do it ; foolishly told himself that allowing such a thing once would not be his ruin and yet . . . everything had changed, and he doesn't know how to get things back to the way they were.

he's lost control and worst of all, he doesn't mind. because for once, his secret lover does not hide behind degradation and anger ━━ neither of them do. there is a quiet understanding between them that things have changed, and though there isn't much that they can do from the shadows, they can at least pretend on nights like this, that they were just . . .

normal.

he holds onto yi-joon's shoulders, hands that try to stay still but can't ━━ for this time with the other was sacred, treasured ; never enough, not even close, but it was all that he had and he would make the most of it, make the most of feeling yi-joon close to him while he had the chance.

it fills him with a disgusting sort of anger, knowing that when yi-joon returns home tonight, it would not be with him. he wishes he could scream, but instead he moans as hand cups him, as his secret lover kisses him like he's something special. in that briefest of moments when yi-joon pulls back, hyeon can only stare. with parted lips and flushed pink cheeks, he almost finds himself saying three little words that he knows he cannot say. he wants to ━━ fuck, does he want to, but he can't.

legs spread as much as the cramped back seat will allow, if only to bring the other in closer, and breathless is the moan that becomes muffled by yi-joon's lips on his own. perhaps their usual hotel would have been preferable ; but there was little that could be done now. neither had any intention of stopping and . . . well, there were worse places that they'd fucked in the past.

was the back of a car really so bad ?

he almost pulls the other back down, a demand on the tip of his tongue to stop pulling away, to let them enjoy what little time they have together ━━ but such a tender touch stops him in his tracks ; expression softening into something a touch more . . . vulnerable, as thumb brushes against his cheek and hyeon, with an aching heart that longs for them to be something more than what they are, leans into it and melts.

" you. " he murmurs, his own hand reaching up to mirror yi-joon's own actions. " keep going, just like this. i just want you. "

[heirscopedarch]

𝐈𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  ;  knowing  that  after  this,  after  all  of  this  —  they  would  not  be  going  to  a  home  built  for  the  two  of  them.   No,  Hyeon  would  be  going  back  home  to  that  annoying  woman  who  he  was  forced  to  wed,  and  Yi-joon  would  be  going  back  to  his  own  miserable,  forced  marriage.  Neither  of  them  wanted  that  for  themselves  —  neither  rid  them  wanted  anyone  but  eachother  ;  and  the  anger  within  Yi-joon  scratched  at  the  back  of  his  mind  and  clawed  at  his  chest  like  a  hungry  animal  —  angry  and  rabid  with  a  need  for  what  it  wanted  —  not  what  it  had  to  go  back  to.

                         Beyond  everything  logic  ;  Everything  is  turned  upside  down.

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐘𝐈-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍’𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄   ;  it  so  different  from  his  usual  rough  behaviour.  That  night  a  week  ago  —  he  tried  so  hard  to  push  it  to  the  back  of  his  mind  and  tell  himself  that  it  was  unattainable  —  that  none  of  it  mattered  and  that  they  were  destined  to  not  be  together  —  and  yet  part  of  him  clings  onto  the  hope  that  they  could  more  than  what  they  currently  were.  That  one  of  these  days  he  wouldn’t  leave  a  trashed  hotel  room  in  his  wake  because  Hyeon  couldn’t  stay  with  him.   For  what  were  their  marriages  if  not  a  prison ?  And  they,  two  prisoners at  birth,  Unable  to  live  the  life  they  wanted  if  only  to  appease  their  families.

                 You  better  watch  it  —  The  more  I  look,  the  more  amazing  ...

𝐘𝐈-𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌  ;  looks  down  at  the  man  who  had  consumed  his  every  thought  each  and  every  moment  of  every  single  day  ;  whose  very  presence  always  managed  to  sink  deep  into  his  bones  and  settle  within  the  marrow,  calling  it  his  home.  The  man  who  Yi-joon  never  expected  to  fall  so  deeply  in  love  with,  the  man  who  he  craved  from  the  time  he  woke  up  to  the  time  he  went  to  bed,  and  even  in  his  dreams.  Hyeon  was  like  an  all  consuming  entity  ;  making  his  mark  on  Yi-joon  and  consuming  him  fully.  He  stares,  perhaps  a  little  too  long,  gaze  fixated  on  blonde  hair  splayed  out  on  the  car  seat  underneath  Hyeon’s  head  as  if  it  were  some  magnificent,  glowing  halo  —  for  Chen  Hyeon’s  body  was  a  temple  ;  and  for  tonight  (  like  that  night  last  week  ),  Yi-joon  was  going  to  worship  it,  rather  then  hide  behind  those  rough  exterior  walls  that  he  always  seemed  to  hide  behind.

                                          I  cannot  stop  it  —  It's  like  a  ritual.

𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍’𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐖𝐍  ;  feeling  the  tenderness  from  a  mere  touch  ;  listening  to  words  spoken  to  him.   “Just  like  this.”  He  repeats  in  a  murmur,  the  hand  upon  Hyeon’s  cheek  sliding  to  the  back  of  his  head,  pulling  him  back  up  to  Yi-joon’s  lips  so  he  could  kiss  the  other  man  again  —  slowly,  sensually  as  he  grinds  against  him  once  more,  the  hand  that  had  cupped  his  secret  lovers  cock  moving  to  take  one  of  his  legs  and  push  it  up  to  his  chest  —  making  do  with  what  little  space  they  had.  The  hand  behind  Hyeon’s  head  slowly  slips  away  and  Yi-joon  breaks  the  kiss  once  more  to  spit  in  his  own  hand,  moving  back  to  kiss  the  other  again  before  pressing  lips  to  his  jaw,  then  down  his  neck  as  he  strokes  himself  with  his  own  saliva  before  finally  pressing  into  the  other,  letting  out  a  low  groan  as  he  feels  walls  tighten  around  him,  shuddering  as  he  gets  himself  all  the  way  to  the  base,  forehead  pressed  to  Hyeon’s  shoulder  as  he  adjusts  to  the  feeling  before  starting  up  a  pace,  soft  pants  against  the  others  skin.

                         Can't  refuse  my  instincts  — The  cruel  season  comes  to  me.                                             Will  you  forget  me  again  ?