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HALF OF YOU

PAIRINGS: tashi duncan x f!oc, art donaldson x f!oc, patrick zweig x f!oc

SUMMARY: No matter how bright Tashi Duncan shined, her best friend, Milan Mikaelson, wasn’t far behind. Though seeming second best, Milan would never let that define her career. Holding as much fame as Tashi, Milan encountered Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. Would this encounter change the trajectory of her life, and would it completely alter her relationship with Tashi Duncan?

WARNINGS: challengers spoilers, reader is milan mikaelson, sexual situations, language, angst, plot alterations.

WC: 5.1K

NOTES: hiiii!!! hope y’all enjoy this next chapter cuz it’s not my fave thing ever LOL. was also too lazy to proofread so sorry if there's errors. i’m also gonna be going on vacation with no internet for a little over a week so next update will be after that! thanks for reading luv u 💋

READ BEFORE THIS: INTRO and ONE

CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE TROUBLE

CHALLENGERS TOURNAMENT, NEW ROCHELLE - 2019, 1:00 PM

Gnawing on my bottom lip, I gripped my dress as Tashi got up and cursed before walking off, disappointed with Art’s performance.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going.” I shot and grabbed her wrist, eyeing her up as I took my sunglasses off.

Shaking my grasp off of her, she bent down and spoke dangerously close to my face.

“If he’s not gonna play tennis, then I don’t wanna see shit.” She seethed and walked off, brushing off her dress with each stride.

As I watched her go, I could feel a pair of eyes on me. Darting my attention back to the match, Art was already looking my way.

Shooting him a sad expression, I put my sunglasses back on, huffed, and sat back in my seat.

All he did was shake his head and rub the sweat off his face while Patrick smirked proudly.

He sure seems to love this.

Sighing, I raised one hand to my mouth to bite my nails, the nerves of the match taking over my entire being.

At the next serve, I carefully watched the strategic movements behind the boy’s every motion. They have always been outstanding players, and I furrowed my brows as I thought back to the first time I saw them play against each other.

The stupidity of Tashi and I, dumb enough to pin two best friends against each other. We should have never stepped foot in that godforsaken hotel room.

Shaking my head, I closed my eyes. The crowd's roar echoed around me as I thought back to the night that started it all.

The night that ruined it all.

THE BOY’S HOTEL- 2006, 12:00 AM

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” I exclaimed to Tashi as we made our way to the boy's hotel room. “Why the fuck would you let them come down when you knew I was there?” I shot at her as I smacked her arm.

Tashi smacked me right back, making me let out a hiss and shoot a cold glare at her.

“I don’t know why you're acting like you don’t have a game. You’re the best at playing hard to get.” Tashi responded and shrugged as if it was as simple as adding two plus two.

“You’re a bitch.” I muttered and rolled my eyes as the hotel came into view. “What do you even plan on doing with these two.” I raised my brow at her and studied her expression to gauge what was going through her mind.

“What we usually do,” she responded, smiling at me. Hypnotize them with our charm and have a good time, of course,” She said proudly as if this was second nature for us.

I won’t say that Tash and I haven’t had our fair share of fun with boys, but something like this, with two boys who knew their way around the game themselves, was certainly daunting.

“Fine, but you should have heard how they talked about us at your match. It was disgusting.” I pretended to gag and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Perfect, we already have them locked in then.” She nudged my arm before leading the way to the room.

Rolling my eyes, I smacked her again before following behind her.

On the way to the room, I got lost in my thoughts. How did we get ourselves into such a situation? I hope Tashi doesn’t expect us to have a foursome of any sort because I don’t have the patience to deal with a whole ordeal like that.

Approaching the door, Tashi stopped to let me walk ahead of her.

“Perfect, Mila, you can see your ass poking out of your shorts.” She smirked and gently patted it until I swatted at her hand with a laugh.

“Fuck off, let’s go,” I scolded, waiting for her to catch up, as she knew which room to go to.

Once we reached the door, Tashi knocked and softly bit her lip. Scuffling was immediately heard behind the door, signifying that the boys were startled by our appearance.

I moved to press my ear to the door with a slight smirk which Tashi returned as she did the same.

“They’re crazy…” I whispered to Tashi, to which she responded with a nod and a soft hum.

When we removed our ears from the door, it swung open so quickly I couldn’t make out the motion.

The boys stood at the door, looking extremely disheveled. Patrick wore boxers and an unbuttoned linen shirt that looked like it had been shoved in his tennis bag and forgotten. Also wearing boxers, Art wore a beater t-shirt that looked like it had never been in the wash and dryer a day in his life. Both of their hair was ruffled and unkempt, making it look like they had just gotten out of bed.

Raising an eyebrow, I was the first to speak. “What, did you two just get done fucking?” I questioned as I looked between them and placed my hands on my hips.

Patrick just burst out into laughter while Art spoke up.

“No…fuck no…” He muttered with a laugh as he patted Patrick on the back.

Drunk as sailors.

I nodded at this before resting my eyes and glancing at Tashi, who smiled fondly at the two, but I knew she was plotting.

“So, hi,” Tashi spoke calmly with a smile that immediately brought the boys back to Earth as they moved aside to let us in the room.

I had to stop myself from covering my nose as we entered the room.

Reeks of beer and cigarettes…typical boys.

Two beds pushed together were messily made. Beer cans, cigarette buds, and clothes were everywhere, though it looked like someone had tried to tidy up a bit.

That explains all the noise.

Patrick mindlessly spoke to Tashi as I continued to scan the room, not noticing that Art was eyeing me up. Turning my head, I caught his stare, which didn’t make him falter. He only continued to stare before coming up to me and handing me a beer.

“Didn’t know you were gonna come.” He spoke as he looked down at me through lidded eyes. Tipsy eyes. And, of course, he had a smirk, but it spoke I’m glad you came, really.

I continued to study his expression as I let my guard down a pinch. I shrugged nonchalantly as I took a long swig of the beer, knowing I would need it to get through the night.

“Had nothing else to do. Figured why not.” I spoke calmly as I let my eyes rake over his entire figure, drinking up his messy look which he really really pulled off. Never would I ever admit that for him to hear.

Or me.

“Well, glad you’re here.” Art said as he took the beer can from my lips and sipped it while he stared into my eyes, flickering to my lips for a moment.

I kept my eyes trained on his as I refused to back down in this staredown, showing that I couldn’t be swayed that quickly just because he was extremely attractive.

“You two, come sit,” Patrick spoke up from the ground by the bed where he sat with Tashi.

Nodding at this, I waited for Art to take his eyes off mine before I made any movement to sit. After a few seconds, he nodded and placed a hand on my lower back to walk me to where everyone was sitting.

I shivered slightly at this as I softly bit my bottom lip, hiding this motion from him, but I knew Tashi saw it by her smug little smile that said I told you so.

We haven’t even done anything, and I suddenly feel like I’m in the trenches.

The next couple minutes were used to discuss how Patrick and Art met each other and how Patrick, predictable enough, taught Art how to masturbate, all while we all took sips from the beer can that Art had given me when we first got here.

“Y’all are weird as fuck.” I snorted, a bit tipsy, wiping my mouth from my last gulp as I looked between the two boys who had red cheeks from a mix of alcohol and embarrassment, and can’t forget, two big smirks.

“No, Mila. I think it's a cute story.” Tashi nodded with a smile in an attempt to reassure the boys jokingly—a tactic she used to fully reel them in.

I rolled my eyes at this and fake glared at Tashi. “Only if you’re fucked in the head!” I laughed again while the rest of them laughed with me.

“Don’t tell me you two haven’t done anything weird like that,” Patrick said, making me whip my head to him before glancing back at Tashi.

“Yeah, you two have known each other since the womb. There’s no way you haven’t done nothing.” Art added and took a long swig of the beer can before passing it to Patrick, eyes trained on me for longer than I would have liked.

I shook my head with a small laugh before looking back to Tashi, who gave me an eyebrow in return, signaling something.

You ready?

…

I’m ready.

We nodded at each other before standing up and looking down at the boys.

“You guys aren’t leaving-“ Patrick started but stopped when he saw the two of us moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

My eyes locked with both of them briefly as I flashed the most innocent smile I could muster.

Here we go.

“Patrick, come sit by me…” Tashi spoke and patted the space to her left.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He sprung up so fast he spilled the beer can everywhere on the carpet, but he couldn’t give a fuck.

As he sat down next to Tashi, my eyes locked onto Art’s. I did not need any words to tell him to sit by me.

He took the hint immediately, got up almost as fast as his best friend, and sat beside me, thigh already touching mine.

I turned to face him with lidded eyes and a small smile. I could hear his breath hitch as Adam’s apple bobbed, signifying that he took a small gulp. I softened my eyes to let him know it was okay to relax and that he could be comfortable around me.

Even though Tashi wanted to play with these boys like putty, I felt a little different about the situation.

As I tilted my head at Art slowly, I saw his face contort into a grin that radiated his comfort and need.

Leaning in slightly, I placed my hand on Art’s chest, noting how firm it felt through his thin shirt. Art mirrored my leaning in but instead placed a hand on my thigh. As I neared his lips, I teasingly pulled away as I felt Tashi pat my back. I smirked slightly at this and turned around as my lips met hers instead of Art’s.

It was an innocent kiss, a tactic to get these boys right where we wanted them. This action certainly answered their questions about us, and I hope it was worthwhile.

Once again, I could feel Art’s eyes piercing the back of my head, so I moved my hair off my shoulder and tapped the side of my neck so he would know what to do.

Almost immediately, his lips were latched onto my neck. I wondered for a moment if he was a vampire because of the way he was sucking on my neck. I figured he was searching for a blood vessel. Poor baby must have been deprived of any female touch, but the way his lips sucked profusely on my pulse point, I could tell this wasn’t his first rodeo.

Tashi and I pulled away from our innocent kiss and shot each other small smirks when we noticed that Patrick and Art were too lost in our necks to give a damn.

I tapped Art’s thigh so he would know to stop, which he reluctantly did. His lips were a bit swollen, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Biting my lip, I reached up and brushed a finger across his bottom lip. As I did this, Art grabbed my hand and studied it before gently kissing my finger where my nail had broken. My eyes widened at this as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.

Keep. your. composure.

Shaking out of my daze at his action, I smiled softly once again and leaned in slowly to connect our lips, hands on the back of his neck, threatening to tangle in his blonde curls.

Pillows. His lips feel like pillows.

The kiss was soft until his hand moved from my thigh to my waist. He pushed forward a bit until my back fully hit Tashi and tried to part my lips by biting my bottom one, but I pulled away before he could get that far.

Too easy.

Licking my lips to taste him, I turned back to Tashi, who placed her hand on my cheek to kiss me lightly again. As her lips melded with mine, I gingerly placed a hand on the base of Art’s jaw and slowly pulled him towards Tashi and me’s kiss. Immediately, I could feel Art’s lips meld with Tashi's, mine, and then Patrick’s, knowing that Tashi had done the same with him.

Now, the four of us were all kissing, making me slightly clench my thighs. Only slightly.

After about five seconds, I felt Tashi tap my back to signal me to pull away slowly.

As we both pulled away, Art and Patrick were full-on making out, not noticing that the two of us had abandoned the kiss. I glanced at Tashi with a smirk as she watched them in satisfaction.

It took everything in me not to giggle as I watched the two continue to eat each other's faces fervently.

Specifically Art.

After a beat, Tashi spoke up.

“Okay.” She said, which made the boys freeze and pull away from each other.

Immediately, they both looked at us in shock.

Got ‘em.

I tilted my head at Art as I gently reached my hand out to trace shapes on his thigh while he looked down at me like I had three heads.

“That was cute…” I mouthed to him with a soft smile as he continued to eye me up in shock mixed with a bit of awe.

“Well, we should get going before our parents freak out and wonder where we are,” Tashi says. I sit up as I follow suit, cutting any tension in the room.

Standing up from the bed, I chuckled to myself as I brushed off my clothes and fixed my hair. “It’s been fun,” I said, aiming my comment at Art. Thank you for having us,” I finished with a small, innocent smile as Tashi and I left.

“Wait!” Patrick said which stopped us in our tracks.

Turning around, Tashi and I shared matching grins that we quickly hid when we faced the boys.

Art spoke up next as he looked right at me. “What about your numbers?” He asked as he stared at me like a puppy deprived of dinner.

I crossed my arms and shrugged. “If you win tomorrow, I’ll give you my number,” I said plainly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“And I’ll give you my number if you win tomorrow,” Tashi said to Patrick just as plainly as I did.

Both boys shot each other smirks before nodding in agreement.

Tashi and I said our goodbyes before leaving the hotel room. When we were out of earshot, we both started laughing.

“We have them wrapped around our pretty little fingers!” Tashi exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I laughed at this and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I really hope Art wins,” I said in a dreamy tone of voice as I thought back to his face, lips, chest, everything, really.

Tashi shook me back and forth with a smile as she exclaimed, “I’m just ready to watch some good fucking tennis!” She laughed, knowing that the two boys were really going to battle it out with this new prize put into motion.

STANFORD UNIVERSITY - 2007 5:00 PM

As I slowly trudged from the tennis court to the dining hall, I felt my arms giving out.

“Fuck this damn bag,” I whined and went to a nearby bench to take a breather and bask in the California sun.

Today’s practice was by far the worst of the semester. I worked with my coach on my serve to prepare for my upcoming match, where I would face an opponent ranked decently high in the state.

Closing my eyes and throwing my head back to catch the rays of the warm sun, I let out a groan. I probably looked like a corpse to every passerby, but just like Tashi, they knew me, so hopefully, they would just smile and wave.

“Rough practice?” An extremely familiar and captivating voice snapped me back to reality.

Opening my eyes, I was met with my favorite pair of light blue eyes—something he would never know. Of course, a smirk adorned his features, and his blonde curls were tucked into a backward red cap, most certainly saying “Stanford” on the flip side.

“Art…” I spoke almost breathlessly as I sat up, brushed a piece of hair out of my face, and used my other hand to block the sun that Art’s head almost blocked.

“Hey, can I sit?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, and nodded to where my bag was on the bench.

Quickly moving it to sit in front of my feet, I patted the empty seat next to me. “Sure.” I smiled at him and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

Over the summer, I would never allow myself to be so forward with Art Donaldson. I couldn’t speak for my present self, though. Since Patrick won the match, he and Tashi started dating after he scored her number. I, of course, was too upset to act like I didn’t give a damn about not being able to give Art my number. Tashi insisted that to keep their passion and drive for tennis alive, I keep up my end of the deal and don’t give Art my number. Hesitantly, I agreed as I knew how easily a stimulus like that can create great results. Since the match, Art and I have never spoken except for the occasional hello when passing by each other on the tennis court or dining hall. This moment was the first time I could speak with him since everything, and since I may have developed a slight…crush.

“So,” He started and turned his body on the bench to face me fully. “How have you been?” He tilted his head and tapped the back of the bench while studying my face.

Inhaling a sharp breath, I turned my body to face him fully, bringing one leg up and letting the other drape off the side of the bench.

“Do you want an honest answer?” I chuckled softly as I moved my hands to remove my hair from its braids.

In turn, Art laughed gently while smirking at me. His stare narrowed as he studied my face, acting like I was an old friend he had known for years.

“Well, if the honest answer is terrible and cruel, then I’m not so sure.” He responded and immediately matched my energy.

Damn you, Donaldson.

“Hey.” I softly laughed as I moved my dangling leg to kick his gently while I finished taking my hair out.

I wondered for a beat how I wanted to summarize months of memories, feelings, and experiences into one sentence, and this made me sigh.

“It’s been rough. Majoring in biology and the grueling tennis schedule makes me wanna rip my hair out.” I spoke in a low tone as I ironically and subconsciously began to play with a strand of my hair.

“I feel smothered.” I finished and silently cursed myself for acting so vulnerable.

That was three sentences, Milan. Not one.

As I stared at Art almost helplessly, his eyes softened.

“I feel the same way, trust me.” He chuckled softly before removing his hat and running a hand through his hair. “It really sucks, but it’s gonna be worth it,” He ended his thought before putting his hat back on.

“Fuck, and I thought I was the only one. Quite naive of me.” I laughed before looking back up at the sun. “It’s whatever, though. You’re right, and everything will come into place and be worth it.” I continued as I looked anywhere but at Art’s piercing stare.

Silence. He didn’t respond. He didn’t laugh. He did nothing except stare. Stare in a heavy silence that brought me back to the night in that damn hotel room.

After a few beats, I returned to my senses, slowly stood up from the bench, and brushed my skirt off.

“Well, I didn’t mean to stay here for long, so I’m gonna head off.” I went to pick up my bag as I spoke disappointedly.

I couldn’t allow myself to fall into the trenches. I needed to focus on my studies and tennis. Hard work makes everything worthwhile, and a boy isn’t part of that everything right now.

“Wait, Milan,” Art spoke up and grabbed my wrist, his grip as firm as it would be if he held his racket.

This made me freeze in my tracks. What the hell did he think he was doing?

My eyes slowly met Art’s as I parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out, so he spoke for me.

“It’s been months, Milan,” he started, his grip on my wrist still firm, his eyes scanning my face for any hints of discomfort.

“I know we only really talked with each other that one night and had no time to get to know each other, but I would like to get to know you better.” He didn’t falter. Not once. I don’t even think he blinked.

My lips had gone dry, and my voice, for some reason, grew hoarse.

“Art…” I slowly began as I looked down at his hand, gripping my wrists. “The four of us had a deal…” I made sure to tread lightly with a severe tone.

Two feet and ten toes on the ground. Don’t falter. Don’t give in.

“They’re a happy fucking couple, Milan. I doubt they give two shits.” He stated matter-of-factly as I felt his thumb rub up and down on my wrist.

How naive.

Biting my lip in thought, I began an internal battle with myself. I wanted this so bad. And I could tell Art wanted it just as bad as I did—possibly more.

I deserve a win other than tennis.

Sighing, I removed my arm from his grasp and moved to my tennis bag to look for a piece of paper. Instead, I found a piece of muscle tape and a small pencil. Quickly scribbling down my number, I could feel Art trying to see what I was doing.

“Here,” I said with slightly red cheeks as I stood back up and handed him the piece of muscle tape. “Don’t go blowing up my phone now,” I playfully scolded before picking up my bag and walking past him, glancing at the triumphant smile playing on his perfect features.

Perfect? …yeah.

Before I began my trek to the dining hall, I touched Art’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“I didn’t want to admit it, but I really wanna get to know you more, too.”

NEXT DAY, STANFORD DORMS 11:00 AM

MEET ME IN THE DINING HALL FOR LUNCH?

My eyes stared at the text in utter disbelief. Art certainly didn’t take any time once he got what he’d been craving all summer.

“Why do you look so shocked?” Tashi laughed from the foot of my bed as she hit my leg.

Fuck.

My eyes looked to her as I shut my phone, put it next to me, and picked my computer back up to pretend to look at my study guide for an upcoming biology quiz.

“My mom sent me a weird text,” I laughed awkwardly before covering my face with my computer.

“Are you fucking with me?” Tashi laughed as I heard her moving up towards my side of the bed.

She shut my computer to look at my face, which was for sure red as a tomato.

“You’re lying,” she smirked before sitting on her knees and clapping her hands. What is it? A boy? A girl?” She persisted as she grabbed my leg and widely smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes at this before clicking my tongue. “Why are you so dead set on the fact that I was texting someone romantically?” I crossed my arms and bit the inside of my cheek, probably a dead giveaway.

Tashi’s face fell as her brows furrowed, and she crossed her arms, mimicking me.

“You’re joking, right?” She started before studying my stern expression. “We’ve known each other for what, eighteen fucking years?” She used this as a tactic to crack me. “I know your every expression and what it means. I could write a thesaurus on you if I wanted to.” She stated as she sucked on her teeth, brows still furrowed.

I stared at her sternly for a few beats before sighing and turning my head to look anywhere but at her.

“Fine, you got me…” I trailed before uncrossing my arms to fumble with my fingers. “but this is the first time I’ve received a text, so it’s not important.” I put my hands up and looked at her as an explanation as to why she shouldn’t ask questions.

I should know better.

Tashi’s annoyed face instantly turned into a happy one as she bounced on the bed and continuously hit my leg.

“Who is the lucky guy? or girl…” She tilted her head with a goofy smile, which she would only show me.

“It’s a boy…” I sighed before turning my head to look at my closest, as it suddenly looked very interesting.

No matter how long I had known Tashi, I couldn’t gauge how she would react to this. She’s a very pushy person who likes everything to go her way, but I’m hoping that since it’s me, she will react differently.

She shrieked and shook my legs back and forth with a giggle.

She’ll be so disappointed.

“Who is it? Is it that cute boy I caught you practicing with the other week? Or that one boy that you sometimes study with from your Chemistry class? Or maybe it's that random guy from the baseball team I saw you talking within the dining hall last week?” She fired off in a millisecond as I stared at her in utter disbelief.

“Okay, first of all, how did you know about all of those? And second of all, the first guy is gay, the second guy has a girlfriend, and the last one was giving my pencil back to me after using it for a quiz we took in statistics.” I responded as I rolled my eyes so hard I thought the whites of them would turn permanent.

“I’m your best friend. I know everything.” She spoke eerily with wide eyes before breaking into a smirk. “So, come on! Tell me who it is!” She bounced repeatedly on the bed and shook me back and forth until I finally had enough.

“Fine!” I exclaimed and threw my hands up in the air.

Fuck it.

“It was Art, alright.” I threw my hands up as I bit the bullet and came clean.

Tashi’s face dropped almost instantly as his name fell off my lips. She wasn’t happy. Not at all.

“What the fuck do you mean?” She laughed in disbelief as she shook her head and moved her hands from my legs.

I immediately sat up more and moved towards her.

“I saw him after practice yesterday, and we got to talk,” I explained as I bit the inside of my cheek in anticipation. “He asked for my number, and I figured since everything happened months ago, there would be no issue…” I trailed off and looked her straight in the eyes with a pleading expression.

Tashi just stared at me and shook her head slowly.

“We had a deal with them…” She stared at me with an accusatory face.

“Tash, I know,” I exclaimed and grabbed her hands. “But you knew I liked him more than what happened in that hotel room. Plus, you and Patrick are happy, so why should it matter?” I asked and shook my head as I gripped her hands.

She stared at me as if I kicked her puppy and gasped in her throat. “Um, to keep their passion alive? To ensure they both strive for better and strengthen their relationship with tennis?” She spoke as if it was plain as day.

Furrowing my brows, I slowly shook my head and parted my lips, shocked.

“Is tennis all you care about?”

I shouldn’t have said that.

My words echoed in my mind as I retracted my hands from Tashi’s and bit my lip, feeling defeated. Her stare pierced into my soul as she looked away from me and placed her hands on her thighs.

“If this is what you want, go ahead. I can’t and won’t stop you.” She spoke slowly before eyeing me.

Fuck, I messed up.

“But never think for a second that I care about tennis more than you.” She choked out as she looked at the picture of us in fifth grade sitting on my bedside table.

At this, my eyes widened, and I nodded slowly as a single tear slid down my cheek. Moving towards Tashi, I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her.

“Pinky promise?” I whispered into her neck while she returned the hug.

“Pinky promise.” She responded and grabbed my hand to interlock our pinkies.

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Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 4.2k words Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, spanking, slight breeding kink, slight degradation (blink and you’ll miss it), language... A/N: I don’t know why this took me as long as it did but it’s finally here. I don’t know when I became a slut for Alfie Solomons, but I did, so enjoy this smut fic of him. Thank you.

Alfie Solomons was working late again at the distillery, burning away the hours of the evening as they faded into the late hours of the night. Alfie Solomons was working on some random paperwork he had no interest in as he ran his hand through his beard and grumbled about something trivial under his breath. Alfie Solomons was working away at God-knows-what while you slightly overstayed your welcome—although she insisted you hadn’t, even if her husband didn’t seem to agree—at your dear friend’s home. You left promptly, despite her invitation to stay and aggravate her husband even more (just for the fun of it, really).

You scratched her tabby cat behind the ears as he purred, resting its cheek in your hand and shutting his eyes. With a quick farewell to your friend, you were off onto the darkened street of Camden Town. Your heels clicked along the damp cobblestone as you wrapped your coat around your body. The moon was hardly present, a smile in the sky that showed little light to guide your way. You didn’t need it, you’d walked down that road a million times.

You could make out a few shadows in the dark, watching eyes that considered you for a moment before quickly looking away at the realization of who it was you actually were. They’d like to keep their heads fixed on their shoulders.

When you reached the building you knew all, you were greeted by the stragglers who usually stayed late, people who would also be leaving sooner than your husband. You regarded them with a little smile, and they returned it gratuitously.

You didn’t bother knocking on the door when you arrived at Alfie’s office. You twisted the handle and turned it open, stepping right through and hanging your coat and hat on the rack by the door. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you, as you were the only one who would ever think to let yourself in so boldly without permission from the big bad Alfie Solomons who kept a gun in his drawer next to the whiskey.

“Hello, love,” you greeted him warmly.

He grunted his reply at first before finally speaking after a prolonged silence. “How are you, dove?” he muttered, his face still stuck in the paperwork on his desk .

When you didn’t respond, he finally looked up at you. You stood in front of the door, your head tilted as you looked over at him through your lashes. He took in the sight of you and leaned back in his chair, watching your lashes flutter and your smile widen with a certain mischief he was all too familiar with in you.

“Uh, oh,” he said, setting his pen down and sliding his papers to the side. “She wants something.” His lips curled underneath his mustache with a grin he’d tried to keep away in the face of your pleading eyes.

“Alfie.” Your voice was small and gentle, raised a half step as you swayed a little with your hands behind your back. Your smile was that kind of smile meant to charm unsuspecting prey before they met their demise. Alfie knew it all too well, and has fallen victim to your hypnotic antics far too many times for his rough exterior and notorious reputation to handle.

He sighed deeply, holding his arms out wide to suggest one of his constricting bear hugs. “Come ‘ere, luv,” he requested. You gladly obey, walking over to him and taking your sweet time about it. You were just going to stand in front of him, tuck yourself between his legs and look down at him as he held your waist, but as soon as you were within arm’s reach, he pulled you down onto his lap and practically cradled you.

“Right, what is it?” he asked once you were situated, watching you with plenty of interest as his hand stroked along your back. You threw your arms around his neck, giving him your best puppy dog eyes—a look you and Cyril shared and only used for no good.

Then you bit your lip, and Alfie knew you meant only trouble.

“I’ve been thinking about things,” you began, trailing one hand to his chest and tapping your fingers there. He watched you like some sailor caught under a siren’s spell.

“What kinds of things?” he asked, humming deep in his chest. The sound buzzed underneath your hand, and he gave a little grin as he suggested, “Naughty?”

You chuckled lightly, “No.”

He huffed, his smile falling. “Right, then,” he said. “I dunno if I want to hear it now.”

You stifled your chuckle, granting him a large smile and using the full force of your pleading eyes. “Please?” you whispered, leaning in closer so your faces were hardly inches apart.

You were vividly aware of his finger tapping against your thigh as he held you in his lap. He gave in to your pleading with a sigh full of feigned exasperation. “Alright, alright,” he huffed. “Put them eyes away.”

You pressed your lips to his temple, buttering him up as you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed. Alfie sighed, too. He knew every single one of your methods, and he still fell for them every single time.

"I know we already have Cyril," you began slowly, "and I love him to death, but I was just wondering… What if we…?"

"You want another dog, is it? Done." He looked at you, flashing a smile that had you rolling your eyes. He just shrugged. "See? Wasn't that 'ard."

You raised a brow at him, "I want a cat."

He stared at you for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to think over that. "Alright, forgive my language, luv, yeah, but that's a right fuckin' awful idea."

You looked back at him, your pout returning with a vengeance as you pushed your lip out, your brow crinkling. "Why?" you whined.

"We don't need no pussy cat," he shook his head, his hand patting against your ass as he smirked at you. "I'm fine with the one I've got."

"Alfie," you softly reprimand, the seriosity falling short with your giggle at his slightly crude joke.

He continued to refuse, much to your dismay. "It'll scratch everything up, break shit. Plus, they fuckin' smell like shit and they're jus' fuckin' mean."

You rolled your eyes, "No, they're not! I have a friend who has a cat, and he's brilliant!"

He lolled his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you've already been brainwashed, eh?"

You jutted your bottom lip out once more. "Alfie, please?" you begged.

Again, he shook his head, his word final as he pressed his finger against your bottom lip to push it back into place. "You can suck that lip back in, luv, 'cause it's still a no."

"I can take care of it," you pushed.

"I'll have Cyril take care of it."

"Alfie!" you scolded.

He shrugged remorselessly. "Yeah, no."

You pulled a desperate card that you knew had a very low chance at success.

"Don't you love me at all?"

Not only did it not work as Alfie fell completely silent, looking back at you with a face lacking any playfulness, but now you were sure you had gotten yourself in trouble. You hid your inhibitions.

"Right," he started out slowly, lifting a finger to point at you. "This is what we are not gonna do, yeah? We are not going to do that little manipulation thing you do, eh, like you're a pretty little pup who never gets what she wants." He popped the 'P' of pup, staring you down with an intensity that nearly had you shaking.

"You know what we're gonna do?" he asked. "We're gonna behave like a good little girl," he got in your face for the last few words, "and agree that we ain't gettin' no cat."

You slump, "But…"

He shakes his head, "No buts."

You huffed, removing your hands from around his neck as you moved to stand. As soon as you were lifting off of his lap, he pulled you down again by your waist and made you face him. It was the very last card you had as you forced a tear to slip down your cheek, staring at him with the biggest eyes you could manage and allowing your frown to deepen.

The way he stared at you was almost frightening. It was incredulous, almost frustrated as he watched you exaggerate your sorrow for being told a very simple 'no'.

"Right," he began, "I want that pout and that fake little tear off your little scrunched up face right now, or I'll wipe it off myself."

A tear fell down your other cheek, and you had to turn away to hide it from him. He grabbed your face by your cheeks, squishing them together to bring your attention back to him.

"You have to the count of three, luv," he warned, displaying his hand as he readied it to begin his slow countdown. "One."

Your expression did not shift, your pout remained and your two crocodile tears dropped from your chin.

"Right, then."

He did not finish his countdown. He grabbed you roughly, manhandling you onto his lap so that you were laying across his huge thighs. You yelped in surprise as you were folded over, your bottom on display for him.

He began lifting up your dress, adjusting everything to give him a clear view of your white, silk undergarments. Then he tore those off of you so he could see your precious ass.

"Since you want to behave like some spoiled brat," he said, "we're going to treat you like one."

He gave you no warning at all before his hand was coming down rather harshly on your ass. It burned, a bright pain blossoming over your skin and staining it with a deep shade that Alfie marveled at. A surprised cry slipped out of you. He grunted.

"There we go. Let's give you something to cry about, sweetheart."

And he did. Smack after smack, he painted your skin the darkest shades of red as the pain bloomed along your ass and thighs. You bit your lip and, until he reprimanded you for it, tried to muffle your cries.

There was a sick kind of pleasure you were getting out of this, the both of you. Being bent over his lap like this, scolded for not being "a good little girl", It was a type of pain that was twisting in your gut and leaking out of your cunt.

By the time the punishment came to an end, your face was streaming with real tears as he wrapped his hand around your throat and lifted you to see your face again. "Look at me," he directed. "Have you learned your lesson yet, luv?"

You nodded quickly, propping yourself up as best you could so you could obey his simple command. "Yes," you breathed. "Yes, sir."

He examined your face, flushed and stained with tears. "Nah," he shook his head. "Nah, I don't think you have." He dipped his hand between your thighs. He wasn't even touching your pussy, but he could feel the wetness spreading along the inside of your legs, warm and soaking.

You closed your eyes, suppressing a moan as you nodded your head again to convince him. "Please."

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, a wicked grin spreading over his face as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, see?" he whispered. "Still askin' for things."

You would have scoffed or called him out for tricking you if you were so fucking frustrated right now, in need of his thick fingers to finally stop teasing your sensitive thighs and bury themselves in your waiting cunt. "I'm sorry, Alfie."

His thumb swiped over your cheek as he nodded. "I know you are, luv, but I'm not through with you yet."

Before you had time to respond to his words, he leaned forward and swiped everything off his desks. Papers flew in the air, pens shot across the room, plastic and metal miscellaneous scattered over the freshly swept floors scratched up from previous beatings and scuffings of shoes.

He tucked his arm under your body and picked you up easily, his biceps flexing and bugling out of the rolled up sleeve of his white shirt. He dropped you onto the cold wood with less sympathy than if he were not as angry with you. The coolness of the desks seeped through your dress and threatened to bring your nipples to a harder peak as you grasp at the edge of it, chest heaving with the anticipation of what he’d do. There was a stretch of silence where you heard nothing but felt the security of your dress lessen.

Alfie took a hold of your waist, clutched your sides with a tightening and loosening grip, as if he was testing out your stability, your strength. He came to a determination, choosing to flip you over onto your back with a rough shove. You moaned lightly when the table dug into across your shoulder blades and he tutted.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for Alfie to make his next move as he stood over you, thinking, calculating. He nodded a little, quiet and staring. When he finally moved, his hands came up to clutch around your dress as he slipped it off your body and discarded it on the floor like trash. At least he hadn’t torn it, he liked doing that.

Layer by layer, he yanked your clothes away until you were so completely bare before him. He admired you for a moment, just staring, thinking. “Right,” he mumbled under his breath, just another grumble of a word spoken into the air. He bent down, taking your face in his strong hand and clutching, your lips scrunching into a pout. “Since you want a pussy cat so bad,” he said, his eye contact searing, “why don’t I just pay some attention to yours? That should cancel out, eh?”

He didn’t leave time for you to respond before he was finally pressing his lips to your bare chest. Your back arched into him and a stifled moan wormed its way from your throat. His kisses traveled sparingly down to your soaked cunt. He hummed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest. A surprised yelp cut through the air when his hand came down on your folds, a loud smack accompanying the quick movement as your body jolted.

“Alfie,” you breathed.

He looked at you quickly, “Right, did I say you could fuckin’ speak, girl?” You shook your head, laying your head back on the desk a moment before meeting his gaze again. “That’s what I thought. Do yourself a favor and shut your mouth unless you’ve a pretty little moan for me. Alright?” You nodded quickly and he nodded back.

He gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh and spreading it wide. He blew some against your folds, testing your sensitivity and smiling to himself when your legs twitched. He leaned forward and pushed your chest back down when your back arched at his warm lips wrapping around your cunt. His hot tongue laved over your folds, licking up the arousal that coated your flesh and working his tongue into your hole.

You bit your lip as you moaned, eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open. He worked you up and kept you there, making you climb higher and higher as he brought you to the cusp of pleasure. Your little mewls and moans were music to him, and you sang the most beautiful songs to him as he grunted into you. You made a mess of him with nothing but your slick arousal, riding his face as best he could when his strong arms held you down so easily.

And when you came, you did so with the broken moan of his name, gasping and clenching and arching your back off the table. But he didn't stop, even as you tangled your hands in his hair, he didn't stop. His insistent tongue continued to lick and his talented lips continued to suck.

You were reduced to a mess of tears and slick and rambling cries. You were so sensitive, the overstimulation was too much to handle as he tortured you.

He pulled back finally, granting you mercy as he watched you, face drenched, beard sticky with your cum. His kiss-swollen lips smiled as he loomed over you. "Oh, look at that," he marveled. "Now those are some fuckin' tears, right. Some big fuckin' tears."

You panted as you tried to catch your breath, ignoring the tears that tickled down the side of your face. "I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise, I'll be good."

He leaned forward and kissed your lips, you could taste yourself off him. "I'm sure you will, luv. I'm sure you will," he said. "But I am gonna give you some more, alright? Jus' in case." You whimpered pathetically, watching him descend your body one more to press his tongue against your oversensitive clit.

And you cried and moaned and promised you loved him until he finally let up and granted you pity. He kissed up your body again until he reached your lips. "There, there, sweetie," he cooed, moving hair from your face with a smile. "Alright, look at me. Beautiful, luv."

He kissed your cheek and dipped down to your ear, his voice deep and quiet and rumbling in his chest. "Now," he spoke, sending shivers down your spine, "I'm gonna fuck ya, and I want to hear your pretty little moans. How about that? Can you do that?"

You nodded quickly, anything to please him. "Yes, sir," you gasped. "Yes."

"Good," he smiled, straightening his spine again as he pulled himself out of his pants, hard and thick and red. "Right, spread your legs for me."

He set his hand on your thigh, squeezing and pushing it aside to open you up. Still breathless, you yelped as he pulled you a little closer to the edge. He licked his lips, lightly smacking his hand against the wet juncture between your thighs.

When he entered you, you gasped. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock, thick and throbbing, filled you inch by beautiful inch. "Alfie!" you moaned, reaching up to grasp his shoulders roughly.

When he was fully seated within you, he lingered there for a moment as he let out a heavy sigh. "Beautiful. So tight, luv," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as a slight ramble fell from his lips. "That's a good girl."

After making you wait too long, he began to move again. His cock slid in and out of you in long, slow strokes as he filled you to the brim. You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you breathed a heavy sigh.

His grip on your waist tightened as he eased himself in and out of you. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sighed. He was hardly slow or gentle as he rocked in and out of your squeezing cunt. He was paced, although his rough thrusts were not forgiving, and they left you pleading for more. You threw your head back as a stifled moan caught in your throat, and your hands shot up to wrap around his neck to hold him closer.

He pulled your arms away from him, and you whimpered pathetically when his cock slipped out of you. He grabbed you harshly, flipping you over the desk to lay on your stomach as he thrust back into you again. The new angle had completely different sensations rushing through you, and you welcomed them with desperate moans.

Alfie nudged your legs apart, spreading you wide for him as he continued to fuck you, building in speed as his rough thrusts filled you with him. The pleasure echoed off your bones just as your sounds echoed off the walls of the office. Your open mouth was unrestrained with noise of lust and passion.

The arousal was leaking down your legs, painting the insides of your thighs like a canvas, offering a generous lather of paint to the space. His cock spearing into you made the dirtiest sounds—skin on skin, wet against wet. Your mouth fell open and you let out breathless cries accompanied with their own pleasure tears.

He bent down over your back, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered into your ear at the sound of your whimpers. “Oh, is it too much for you, eh? You can’t take it?” he mocked. You responded with another pathetic moan. “That’s jus’ too bad, innit? You’re gonna have to, treacle.”

He seemed to go rougher after that, holding you close as he fucked into you from behind. You couldn’t control the obscene sounds falling from your lips. It was a mixture of “Alfie, Alfie, Alfie!” and open-mouthed moans that tore from your throat with the rhythm of the snap of his hips.

You were getting so close, driven to insanity by the passionate rock of his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered as you grew nearer and nearer to your release. You could tell he was going to reach his peak too, with the way his moans become just a little bit louder, his thrusts become just a little bit more erratic.

“Alfie,” you gasped. “Alfie, please. Gonna cum!”

He sniffed, a little preoccupied but completely engrossed in your pleasure. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, luv? You gonna let me cum inside of ya and fill you up with our baby?” he whispered into your ear. A higher pitched moan squeezed out of you then, and he feels you clamp down around him. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Like the idea of being bred by me, eh?”

You spoke between gasping breaths and a quivering smile. “I’m surprised,” a breath, “you haven’t done it already–Ah!” He interrupted you with yet another rough thrust. “Husband, I’m gonna cum.”

He reached around you, his fingers finding your pussy and shifting until he reached your clit. With an expert hand, he rubbed your clit and had you seeing stars. “Smart mouth,” he commented, shaking his head with a soft tut. A knot built in your gut until you couldn’t hold it anymore as your silent moans caught in your throat. “Go on, luv. Cum for me.”

As your orgasm came crashing down on you, it was loud and hard and you felt like you might have blacked out for a couple seconds as your body was overcome with this beautiful intoxication. You screamed his name, gripping the edge of the desk and burying your face in your arms.

Alfie groaned as you clenched around his cock, squeezing harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back anymore as well. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to him as he seated himself as deep as he could, coming deep within your hot pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned deeply in your ear, his voice a consuming rasp that prolongs your own mind-numbing release.

By the time you were both coming down, your body was limp against the now warm wood of the desk as you laid there, trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your muscles. Alfie let out a deep breath and pulled out of you, looking down as the mixture of cum slipped down your thigh from your sopping cunt. He groaned deeply in his throat before finally wrapping his arm around you once more to ease you up.

He sat heavily in his chair, sighing loudly as he pulled you into his lap to rest against his chest. You nuzzled your face in his neck, wrapping your loose arms around him as you caught back up to reality. You both sat in silence as he rubbed gentle circles into your back, whispering soft praises and shushing you gently.

After a beat of silence, he sighed and pursed his lips as he thought to himself. Then he gave in.

“You can get a cat,” he relented. You pulled away from the comfort of his neck, your arms still wrapped around him as your face lit up with elation. He was quick to add his condition, “But if it doesn’t behave, I’ll have Cyril eat it, yeah?”

You gave him a bright smile, one of those looks that reminded him why you were his wife. “Thank you! I love you, Alfie!” you exclaimed, holding him again as you pepper his face in excited kisses.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Alfie Solomons, one of the most dangerous men in London, proudly allowed his wife to cover him in kisses. Alfie Solomons, a Jewish gang leader, preened under the attention of his lover as he held her close to him, cradling her with all the affection in his heart. Alfie Solomons, a man from Camden Town, smiled like a lovesick fool as he and his wife shared one of those “I’d give you the world” kisses before they would depart to finally go home in the late hours of the night to make love again before retiring to bed and beginning another day of business and pleasure.

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allisonlol · 2 years

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i saw your older post from about a year ago about songs for bsd characters, i was wondering if you have an updated list? like other songs that remind you of the characters? x

i certainly do!! here are a few that i can recall at the moment <3

yosano:

"american healthcare" by penelope scott

first of all, i miss her music sm. can she come back? also, this song is more or less very fitting for yosano

"hypnotic" by zella day

girlboss moment. bsd vibes in general i feel

ranpo:

"sugar" by the orion experience

i've posted this elsewhere on here before but, this is HIS song fr?! like it fits perfectly and is super catchy, much luv

"it's a beautiful day" by michael buble

heh idk why but i imagine his singing voice sounding something like this LOL

"under my skin" by jukebox the ghost

i've seen this on almost every ranpo playlist and all i can say is YES

poe:

"bernadette" by IAMX

hello?? perfect victorian gothic vibes?? lowkey this song works for nikolai too but hey, whatever

"villainous thing" by shayfer james

I LUVV his music, my vibes fr, but all his songs work for poe and bsd in general

chuuya:

"froot" by marina

this one was on the older post but i'm putting it here again bc it is just...so perfect for him??

"west coast" by lana del rey

ANY lana song works for him. just primarily this one...and brooklyn baby. chuuya listens to lana it's canon y'all

"a present from him" by chanmina

THE VIBESS, smh this song is underrated

dazai:

"jobless monday" by mitski

personal favorite song by her. also, i feel like ANY mitski song could work for any character here...

"like sexy dynamite" by the orion experience

LOL JUST HEAR ME OUT

"killer queen" by queen

such a sexy n catchy song...v fitting i think

nikolai:

"devil's casino" by vane lily

I LOVE VOCALOIDDD and this is such a fun song!! lyrics remind me of him sm

fyodor:

"love story" by indila

idk her music is just so pretty and so is fyodor so there's that correlation i guess

"mary on a cross" by ghost

LMAO do i even have to explain myself here

"judas - 80s version" by gemyni

ANY song that uses religious imagery is his song

#ranpo edogawa #yosano akiko #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor bsd #bsd nikolai gogol #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd edgar allan poe #bsd poe

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felixsramen · 2 years

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beatybaby

hii :) I'm just dreaming bout: y/n is in the practice room with hyunjin and felix. she is the best friend of both of them until hyunlix catches her thirsty looks in the mirror. so just hard/dom/hyunjin which degrates you and soft/dom/felix whos praising you if u feel cool w it <3 btw, luv ur writing! B💕

Honestly me too. I can totally see Hyunjin calling you his slut but Felix also calling you his beautiful baby.

Warnings: Hard dom Hyunjin, use of slut, degradation, Mirror fucking, no condom (wrap it before you tap it), face fucking

Maybe being friends with two idols isnt the best thing. Especially the fans. Yet you can't help but smile at the two boys in front of you. Practicing their dances. They had invited you and was so happy you agreed. Hyunjin and Felix have always wanted you to visit them and watch them dance. The song they were dancing to was currently upbeat. They smile as the song finishes. "You guys did so good." You say as you smile and get up to hug the boys. "Y/N that was just a warmup." Felix says laughing. You laugh too. "I know but you guys did good." You say as you hug Felix. "Are you going to stay and watch?" Hyunjin says hugging you. You nod. "I'm off work today. We can go grab something after if you guys want?" You say and they nod sipping their water. They smile at you and go back to practicing. This time the dance is sexy. You couldnt believe how they were moving. It was hypnotizing. They see through the mirror your reaction. You wanted them just to bend you over. Hyunjin saw the look in your eyes. Felix saw too but he didnt want to ruin your friendship. Before you know it Hyunjin has walked over to you and the song isnt even over. You stand up and he pushes you against the wall. He kisses you. You're in surprise. Yet you never back away. Hyunjin pulls away as Felix looks in horror. He just saw his bandmate kiss their child hood bestfriend. He didn't want you to leave him and Hyunjin and tell everyone what happened. They could get fired for this. Or even worse lose their bestfriend. "Y/N I saw the way you were looking at me and Felix." He says smirking. Felix cant help but stand still in his spot. "Hyunjin?" Felix calls out. Hyunjin glances at him and sees his face. That's when he backs off from you. He goes next to Felix and grabs his bag. "Pretend like this didnt happen." Hyunjin says and Felix does the same heading for the door. You step in front of it. "Why?" You say to the boys in front of you. "We don't want to ruin our friendship and we don't want to get fired." He says as he looks at you. "I want you guys. I don't think this will end our friendship. I'm not going to say anything if that's what you're worried about." You say as you grab Hyunjins and Felix's wrist. Hyunjin looks over his shoulder at Felix. Felix nods finally relieved. "Okay." Hyunjin says as he and Felix set their bags down and lock the door. Felix kisses you pushing you against the wall. He pulls away for a second. "No touching." He says and goes back to kissing you. After Felix pulls away he goes down your neck leaving hickeys. Forgetting his words already your hands find place in his hair. Before you know it Hyunjin grabs your hands and puts it above your head. "What did he say?" Hyunjin says harshly. "No touching." You say moaning at the feeling of Felix's lips against your neck. "Maybe I should fuck your tiny throat until you know your place brat." Hyunjin says and you moan at the nasty words he says to you. "Jinnie I think she would like that." Felix says smirking. "Of course she would she's a little slut. She'd take anything we give her." Hyunjin says and Felix moves out the way. "Knees. Now." Hyunjin says as you hesitate at your words. Felix leans in. "You dont have to do this." He says softly contrasting to Hyunjin. "I want to do this." You say and at your words you kneel down. Hyunjin pulls his cock out and shoves it in your mouth. "Fuck Felix look at that. My cock barely fits her mouth." He says laughing. Felix kneels down. "You're taking Hyunjin so good." He says moving your hair out of your face. Hyunjin thrusts hard in and out of your mouth fast. "God you're such a slut. Taking me your childhood best friends dick. In a practice room." He says. Your eyes water at the way he's fucking your throat. "Fuck." Hyunjin says. "When Hyujins done I'll fuck you against the mirror. I want you to see what me and Hyunjin sees beautiful." He says. "Such a tiny throat for someone who can't keep their mouth shut." Hyunjin says smirking. Hyunjin groans as he watches his dick disappear in and out your mouth. "Do you see this Felix? She's such a pretty cum

slut."

Hyunjin says as he groans. "She's doing so well. I cant wait to see her all pretty pressed against the mirror." Felix says encouraging Hyunjin and you. "I'm going to cum down your pretty throat. You're going to swallow every last drop." Hyunjin says growling. Hyunjins thrust become more sloppy. He keeps your head on his cock as he cums. You swallow his cum listening to what Hyunjin says. "Look it seems like she does know how to listen after all." Hyunjin says smirking. Hyunjin lets your head go and he pulls off. Hyunjin goes soft but after looking at your messy hair and some of his cum on your lips it doesn't take long for him to get hard again. Felix smiles as he looks at you. He still thinks you're gorgeous like this. Felix helps you from your knees. "I'm going to keep my promise." Felix says smiling. He kisses you still knowing you had his friends cum on your mouth. "You're okay with that right?" He say wiping the cum from his mouth and your mouth. "Yes." You say smiling at how sweet Felix is. He smiles at you. Felix is the perfect contrast to Hyunjin. You look at Hyunjin through the mirror. He smiles at you. Yet his lustful eyes never change. Felix leads you closer to the mirror. He kisses your neck eyes staying on the mirror to watch your reaction. He pulls down your pants and underwear slowly. He watches to see if you feel uncomfortable at any point so he can stop this if you do. He sits on the ground pulling his pants and boxers down and his cock comes out. He holds his hand for you to take and he pulls you into his lap. He gently pushes you down on his cock as you moan slowly. "Watch the mirror beautiful. I want you to see how beautiful you are getting fucked by me." He says as he speeds up his thrusts. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he thrusts hard and you cant help but let out a loud moan. "Look at her Lixie she's already about to give up and you just started." Hyunjin says and you cant help but look at him in the mirror. Felix stops thrusting into you and grabs your face to look back in the mirror. "What did I say Princess?" Felix says and you whine. "I've been nice the whole time the least you can do is listen to me." He says sternly. You nod at his words. "Good girl." He says and starts his thrusting again. "If you needed to cum that bad you could've just asked." Felix says groaning into your ear. You watch yourself in the mirror not taking your eyes off your body. Not even when you hear Hyunjin groan. "You're doing so much better pretty girl. Cum whenever you want." Felix says softly. You moan Felix's name. He cant help but to speed up and groan louder into your ear. "I'm going to cum love. Do you want me to pull out?" You moan at the thought of Felix cumming in you. "No I'm on the pill." You say as that just makes Felix determined to make you cum. You cum and your orgasm makes Felix cum too. He empties into you all of his seed. You're in absolute bliss at the feeling. Felix fucks you through it until your breathing is normal again. Felix pulls out of you and holds you. Hyunjin comes over with stuff to clean you and Felix up. He slowly and gently cleans your cum and Felix's cum off of you. You move closer into Felix when Hyunjin cleans a sensitive part. Hyunjin chuckles. "Felix did a number on you baby girl." Hyunjin says and kisses your lips and gets up and throws the stuff away. Felix helps you into his sweatpants as he notices how your pants might hurt you if he tries to. Hyunjin takes you out of Felix's arm. You watch as Felix goes to his bag rummaging through it. He pulls out another pair of sweatpants. "Surprised baby?" Hyunjin says chuckling. "Felix always carrys another pair just in case stuff like this happen." You cant help but feel used. Do they just do this to every girl? Hyunjin and Felix sees the concern on your face. "No not with every girl baby. Me and Felix play around sometimes." Your eyes widen at the realization. "Ignoring the idiot under you do you still want to go out and eat?" Felix says.

"No but I think I'd prefer take out." Felix smiles at you and Hyunjin kisses your lips. Felix leaves the room to call for take out. "So what now?" You say softly to Hyunjin. "Anything you want babygirl?" He says softly and you lean into his touch. You can't help but close your eyes knowing both men are amazing.

#skz smut #Straykids smut #Hyunjin smut #Felix smut

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mull3ts · 3 years

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Because I’ve been crazy happy over nu'dilfs comeback lately, I just wanted to create a lengthy nu'est as dilfs appreciation post bc I WUV them so much🥰🥰🥰 all of nu’est are such dilfs. They’re all dilfs in their own way. And I can’t believe I’m saying this but I must admit...as they get older, they get hotter too 😳🥶 lol....After all the adversities they’ve endured, the thick skin they’ve built, and the variety of sounds and aesthetics they’ve experimented with, and after the impact they’ve left, they’re really starting to achieve that ✨DILF GLOW✨ to them.

so to any novice loves out there, get to know nu'est!!!!! - ✨DILF EDITION✨ .... 3, 2, 1...:

jr - dilf next door beauty. He’s so sweet...so charming...his smile is the sunshine and his laughter is contagious. Down to earth. He’s full of love and generosity to give 🥺 he’d spoil you with gifts and honor. Being his gf would be peak spoiled girlfriend culture!!! Being his wife would be peak trophy wife culture!! Spoiling you with lavish experiences because he believes you deserve royal treatment. He’s a selfless person who loves to take care of the ones he loves dearly. however, he does have a secret freaky side too 👀 And he’d look into your eyes with that intense, hypnotic gaze when making love with you. He’d shower you with pleasure until you explode, but would also take profound care of you afterwards because he always wants his pretty little sweetheart to feel okay. 🥰 he’d treat you like the love of his life. In his eyes, you’re a goddess. After all, he and dilf taeyong work hand in hand together to make sure their princess is always well-fed with their love for you 💅🏼

minhyun - the DILFIEST OF THE DILFS!!!! PERIOD! ugh he is such a sexy gentleman. He has this quiet, humble confidence to him. He’s a good caretaker and he’s well-mannered. He’s a very emotionally balanced person and rarely gets angry (the other members said this). He has a lot of dignity and class. He’s the prototypical dilf. Expensive sugar daddy energy. A traditional, chivalrous man who wins you over with his classy attitude and treats you with respect. He’d be such an amazing man to be a trophy wife to. Whenever he makes love with you, he would endlessly praise and worship you 🥰 oh AND he’s a MASSIVE clean freak oh my god....a living personification of danny tanner....he even once said “she can cook, I’ll clean” 🥺 His voice is so calm and relaxing to listen to. I just know he’d be such an amazing husband. Imagine him singing to you as you try to sleep 🥰 UUUWWUUU. even tho I’m jr biased, minhyun is my wrecker because of his excessive dilfiness

baekho - goofy and dorky dilf who throws you off guard with his HAWT BOD...he’s such a cutie pie. He’s so cheerful and full of joy. He’s so cuddly and protective of the ones he loves. SOFTEST DILF EVER!!!! He’d use those ripped muscles of his to always carry you around like a bride because he luvs to hold you 🥰 and after a rough night when you feel so sore that you can’t move, he’ll happily relish in taking care of you and making sure you feel safe. he’ll run a bubble bath for you, massage your body, bake brownies, and steep green tea for you the day after. He always loves to make you laugh and smile. He’s very extra too so you’d have lots of giggly moments with him. He looks tough and intimidating but is the softest and most sweetest man ever🥺😖💖 and his laughter is contagious

aron - the quirky dilf. He’s the one who will make the cheesiest and cringiest dad jokes EVER and listen to 80s music but he can get away with it anyways cuz he’s hot. 🤣 He’s such a weirdo...and that’s why he owns two pet doges (aka THE craziest dog breed ever). the shiba inu is reflective of his complex personality and eccentricity. IMAGINE SPENDING QUALITY TIME WITH HIM AND WALKING HIS SHIBES WITH HIM ON A BRIGHT SUNNY SPRING DAY🥺UWUUUU!!! as silly as he may seem, he is definitely a smart man and is the epitome of intellect. A prim, proper and polished gentleman while still maintaining his dorky personality. When he isn’t slaying the boardroom, he’s making immense love with you in the bedroom. He may be way older than you, but you have no shame in being called a gold digger/sexpot. Showers you with money and pretty gifts. And is very soft beneath the surface. You’re his beloved goddess and he finds your soul so precious 🥰

ren - A MILF/DILF CROSSOVER!!! Ugh where do I even start with him!?!?? Omg...he’d give you whiplash with his multifaceted nature. He can easily be the gentlemanly multimillionaire executive banker dilf....(COUGHS I’m in trouble era COUGHS) ........ but he can JUST as much pull off the “pretty & sparkly trophy wife of the dilf” aesthetic too!!!! He’ll have you wondering “is he the dilf or the trophy wife of the dilf?” He’ll happily be your hot sugar daddy dilf who showers you with his money, spoils you with his unmatched amount of love, and arouses you with his sandalwood and patchouli cologne.....But he can just as much be the sugar momma milf who entices you with his beautifully blown out curls, his red lipstick stains, and gorgeous outfits. He is a charming seducer and a beguiling seductress in one person. He blurs the lines between dilf and milf. 😳

AAAAAA I'M SO SOFT AFTER WRITING ALL THIS 🥺

- pink

THE DILF MILF CROSSOVER JDJSJSDBDJJSJSJS

thank you for writing this tho, it is very beautiful and I truly appreciate what you do for this blog- 😩🤧💖

#ask #pink anon #nu'est smut #DILF MINHYUN IS MY FAVOURITE DJSJSJJSNSJSNAJAN

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nauseateddrive · 3 years

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LOVESICK LOVEDOLL by Yuya Sakurai

Lovesick Lovedoll by Takuya Angel is artificial roses which love to hate #DontBeSilent BLACKPINK is pigeon blood and Russian Blue narcissus I'm fed up with too many shitstorms in SNS Claustrophobia

QAnon's Canon is Apocrypha of Asexual Angel Tet in Vitnam holidays began at 12th February, 2021 Twitter is Angel Dust of NieR Re [in] carnation, in which replicant/gestalt overdoses X automata

We are Big Tech junkies. #FreeNavalny #FreePussyRiot #FreePoliticalPrisoners #БЕСИТ

Synthetic Anthem of Isola's 5ch: mode is Last Bible of a jihad of NRx VS ultra left I'm listening to Ex:Re's Romance as a memorial to the club scene that is about to be buried

TikTok's hieros gamos is dejavu of Twitter's ex cathedra EVANGELION:3.0+1.0 THRICE UPON A TIME is perfectly post-Coronachan's movie my adolescence is over NRx Samsung is Tsunami fictsexual Hangul fake news in Farthest East where Final Fantasy's Snow Moon rises

Tonight's DJ is Michel Gaubert Blockchain's Sexadoll desires Yifang Taiwan Fruit Tea Keep on dancing even when the night comes Keep on dancing at the chemical complex of Odaiba island in Tokyo Bay

A girl with violet hair who is a smartphone zombie or a self-styled prophet is Dark Enlightenment of Chrome Diva Syndrome of Hatsune Miku's Stand Alone Complex

Femme Fatale with VR headset desires Áo dài of Proud Boys As a primitive AI of Baudelaire, I shouted the LUV in 202X's Brexit Graffiti of Banksy of Massive Attack is deep fake made by Cosplay Hikikomori Otaku boy Akira's Tokyo Olympic 2020 is not over

ANTIFA's Last Bible which screams in the Torrid Zone of Singapore is a dying scream of white supremacy Uber Eats in The Month of Mary raids Coronachan's NRx, QAnon and Proud Boys hot Vietnamese Tết Nguyên Đán of Nguyễn dynasty screams antifascism hip hop

DNA of Angelholic nihilism punks shout to the moon Nihil Unbound's Dark Enlightenment is THA BLUE HERB, the counterattack hip hop from most Northern area, Sapporo in Farthest East Japan under the mirror ball #BLM dances crossdresser/transvestite's S/Z is Hatsune Miku rebellion Angel Dust Chrome exhausts in the black market in Tokyo COMME des GARÇONS is Danse Macabre of Coronachan

Brand New Loveless COMME des GARÇONS is an overdose of Xtasy Acid rain was perfect purple of Xenophobia in Cipherpunk of Bitcoin's jihad Pokémon's World War III started in 2030 after GAFA Konzern raided Chinese Accelerationism Is speculative realism's God the capitalism or the anarchism? Take the black pill, not the blue pill nor the red pill MGTOW don't know love in manosphere TikTok's drag queen is Chrome Diva Syndrome

"The floor could disappear at this very moment, no one knows, and the laws of physics could change at any moment."

GUCCI, Cartier, Dior, Bvlgari, Alexander McQueen in the 90's. In Japan today, it's Uniqlo, Muji, Shimamura, or even secondhand clothes on Mercari. The sequel to Puella Magi Madoka Magica will be made next year, ten years after the last one, the same year as the theatrical version of MAWARU-PENGUINDRUM. DOM PÉRIGNON × LADY GAGA is mental female and anti-Phallocentrism Deus Ex Machina bisexual callboy falls the sickness unto death blue hair of Rei Ayanami is flapping in the wind of EVANGELION:3.0+1.0 THRICE UPON A TIME in a quarter-century Alexander McQueen is a gay born from Asexual Angel of Tokyo hallucination like Deep Fake. Poetry is not dead. There are no catches, no hosts, no cabaret girls, no yakuza in Tokyo, and If you think the language of poetry has disappeared from this country, then I'll show you that poetry is poetry, even if it's the language of a rabid dog, and Mallarmé is dead, and all that's left is Baudelaire reincarnated as a primitive AI, spinning Angelholic. I will end capitalism in the new century.

Post-Apocalypse/Pre-Dystopia I drink halcion in the midnight of sleepless Tokyo Dark Enlightenment is Hakenkreuz Hallucination which punks shout to the moon Last Emperor of Nhà Nguyễn, Vietnamese puppet dynasty déjà vu AKIRA's unrealized Olympic in 2020 Angel's wings open after the catastrophe of Fukushima's 3.11 tsunami and meltdown

GIMMICK of 19XX Apocalypse spread into crowd computer by Yakuza is sold to junkies of Puella Magi Madoka Magica Neo Nazi as white supremacy born from Angelphobia is claustrophobia in Farthest East's Shimabara Rebellion of the Trinity made of Angel Dust, Xtasy and LSD Racist AI's rhyme on trapbeet keens for Babylon as Triskaidekaphobia of lunar eclipse syndrome

YouTuber and Uber Eats are a new Dynasty's Bitcoin made by Satoshi Nakamoto, a new God of new Millennium with Blockchain and Tor Twitter is the place where Justice-holic people gather You say “I'm justice” He/She says “No. I'm justice” The graveyard of perverse senses of justice This is the punk-nihilo apocalypse updated into technothanatos future The nightmares of lunar eclipse lure the deformed fetus into the HAKENKREUZ HALLUCINATION I jamais-vu the moon through the pale smoke of Vogue AROME. In Tokyo, a city that is a fusion of garbage and Chinese medicine, I am watching the super-capitalist Game of Death in Kabukicho through ZEISS IKON with a thin smile on my face I have OVERDOSE the ice blue, I cut my chest into a swastika, but it does not become any kind of raison d'être 19XX Tokyo is burning pale white

TOKIO became like TOKYO-III after Second Impact of Neon Genesis EVANGELION currently because of Fukushima's 3.11 tsunami and meltdown and 2020's Coronachan Radioactive fallout rains and a state of emergency including lockdown is declared Cryptocurrency is Communion in the pandemic catastrophe after old normal when id loves ego like Cybergoth in fin de siècle

Sepher Sephiroth in Final Fantasy VII shakes his wings of sin, crime and punishment Pandemic is also Brand New Ave Maria of Aerith Gainsborough 卐’s code:gadget is LUNA SEA’s LOVELESS 7th heaven under Babylon, the skyscrapers of conglomerate, Shin-Ra Electric Power Company

Last Emperor of Vietnam shouts to the moon Brand new Emperor of Japan looks like Lautréamont's les Chants de Maldoror Chrome Exhaust cries Noir Désir in Tokyo Virus of the moon in which gefallener Engel reignites Black Russian Capitalist Theology and Communist Atheism clone the Internet where the exhaust spewing out of the chromed pipe announces REIGNITION of Godless borg in the age of original-sin-less raison d'être Overdose on the near-future digital decadence of Desire Ex Machina Run away in the 21st century, the avant-garde of the Internet age!

Actias artemis exhausts the pale desire in Game of Death's vainglory tattoed thrill and stimulation The fallen angel keeps on screaming "Scream like vanity of PUNX as the original sin blows up a pale exhaust"

GOD...PILL

I feel dizzy while cracking ghosts without the ice blue raison d'êtres with my boosted brain OS

[Are you Guilty?]

Shinjuku heat haze...punks dressed in Bondage by LOVELESS shout "GOD IS DEAD" by gefallener Engel to the skyscraper MALICE MIZER Deus Ex Machina falsification of the raison d'être///

...PILL?

"Count your sins..."

Schwarz Stein is Asexual Lilith...XXX...Asymmetrical-Androgynous mobile phone like Morpho rhetenor...I make a phone call to the moon... "Ice blue, GIG of original sin, lunar eclipse...There is everything..." A gay punk with blue hair upside down laughs bewitchingly..."God is dead at the end of the century..."

Bảo Đại, the last emperor of Nguyễn Dynasty, a puppet dynasty in Vietnam, is Brand New Madness with Cybergoth's DNA in Last Bible I skateboard in Kabuki-cho which became Guǐchéng I see Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, a skyscraper, through a mirror shade as I see Hikarie in Shibuya, a ghost town as ex-downtown

Cadenza in which the billion Babel towers rise Martyrdom low-fi of full cyber jacket is heresy Loveholic Lovephobia in Neo Kowloon looks like Baizuo in Tokyo Bay which is s[K]ape:goat in SNS era Tokyo Songlines show death mask of AKIRA's Tokyo Olympic 2020 which makes us witness hallucination of Matrix in 2021 Drag queen looking like Thanatos of Les Fleurs du mal is my raison d'être in the nightmare of HAKENKREUZ HALLUCINATION Kabuki-cho, the sleepless city, is a complex of neons that gets infected the madness of blue night in Billie Eilish’s Vogue

NEON GENESIS overthrow of the Tokugawa Shogunate looks like call girl with bondage Crypto-Christian's Shimabara Rebellion headed by Shiro Amakusa is reborn in 3rd Millennium as boy doll in Shinjuku 2-chome who is an angel with seven wings in Pseudepigrapha, Sepher Sephiroth as The Flowers of Evil anime inflected post-apocalypse and digital decadence are hyper than hype and further than future in MMXXI

HYPEBEAST autopoiesis chrome dust topos overheats in smoke factory of MAGA angel BUCK-TICK Godless Posttruth Android priest holds a Kyrie eleison Mass techno-thanatos Noli Me Tangere Rosen Maiden post singularity Apocrypha junkies smartphone is like present-day castrato faith of absinthe Hypnotic Poison

Tokyo Babylon higher than Babel desert of skyscrapers Synthetic Anthem of neon rose neon butterfly drifts about digital tattoo SATORI Tokyo2021

Cult Trash

text by Yuya Sakurai Twitter @yuyasakurai illustration by ame Twitter @amello_rain

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wrsworlddomination · 3 years

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eurovision 2012 top

1-10 i adore, 11-23 i enjoy, 24-31 i have mixed feelings for and the rest i dislike

Sweden - undeniable winner

Cyprus - absolute masterpiece

Italy - she is so charismatic <3

Macedonia - i was not expecting that

France - funky french tune sung by pretty lady <3

Greece - i just know this was blasting in european gay clubs

Slovakia - the superior rock song of the year

Albania - love the star trek outfit and the voice of course

Denmark - 12 year old me would have made this her entire personality

Russia - i love them so much… also, R.I.P. Natalya </3

Slovenia - impeccable ballad

Estonia - hypnotic

Croatia - yess rock ballad

Turkey - techno sea shanty??? iconic

Switzerland - Måneskin in 10 years

Finland - see Slovenia

Iceland - this felt like an entire movie

Serbia - so atmospheric <3

Montenegro - i need to smoke a blunt with this bitch

Portugal - see Slovenia

Bosnia & Herzegovina - see Slovenia

Spain - see Slovenia

Ireland - wasn’t expecting to like Jedward but here we are…

Ukraine - love the Sims as background dancers

Latvia - this should have qualified at the very least...

Georgia - imagine this guy in suicide squad…

Israel - i love it when you can clearly tell the performers were high as fuck

Azerbaijan - nice father-daughter bonding time i guess

Lithuania - i loved it then i hated it then i loved it and then i hated it again

Norway - i only like one specific part of this

Belarus - why did hot guys have such shitty hair in 2012

San Marino - at least they had fun

Netherlands - yikes

Hungary - this was boring ngl

Malta - this is the year of mediocre rock songs huh

Moldova - those dancers were horrifying

Germany - this is one of those bland american indie radio hits

Belgium - yawn

Romania - i used to hate it, now i only dislike it

Austria - don't be afraid to work that pole, boys…

Bulgaria - this sounds like a shitty cover

UK - this is embarrassing luv

#eurovision #eurovision 2012 #esc #esc 2012 #personal rankings #my stuff

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my friend was nice enough to give me two short drabbles for a random genderbent rock fence au i screamed about at 2 am (thanks for also incorporating eugesse even though it’s not your cup of tea. luv you 💛)

her inspiration: x

drabbles are under the keep reading, enjoy~

Nikoji:

Seiji stared, shocked at the voice coming out of her roommate’s mouth. Her annoying, infuriating, messy roommate. The last person she would ever suspect to possess that kind of talent. Sure, she sometimes heard sweet notes from the bathroom when Nikola was taking a shower, but she never would have expected this.

Her roommate was on the stage, and she was enchanting.

Seiji never understood how sailors could be lured to their death by only the voices of sirens, but listening to Nikola, Seiji realized how sailors must have felt. Those soft pink lips gave way to a voice so powerful Seiji didn’t doubt for a second she would follow it to the end of the world. And when Nikola let herself go to vocalize the melody? Seiji felt an unfamiliar flush creep on her cheeks. The sweet, dulcet oh’s that poured out of Nikola’s mouth were quite easily the loveliest things Seiji had ever heard.

And if that wasn’t enough, singing only highlighted the attractiveness of Nikola — Seiji wasn’t blind. Nikola poured her entire being into singing, and her body responded to it (and the stupid crop top Eugenia made her wear certainly did not help Seiji’s crisis). Nikola’s sweat gave her body a faint sheen which, when under the right light, sparkled much to Seiji’s annoyance. The subtle muscle on her stomach expanded and contracted when she sang, and Seiji found herself hypnotized by the movement. Singing, Seiji decided, brought out things in Nikola she never would have noticed before.

The worst part of it all? Nikola’s singing made Seiji realize how damn much she wanted to kiss her: to kiss those soft, pink lips; to turn those sweet notes into breathy sighs; to run her lips over Nikola’s neck, stomach and taste the saltiness that faint sheen of sweat left. The fantasy left her dizzy and full of want.

“Merde,” whispered Seiji as the unfamiliar blush blazed to a full-on inferno. She knew coming to Nikola’s concert was a mistake.

Eugessie:

“Wow, didn’t expect to see Jessie Coste herself at my gig,” said an unfamiliar voice from behind Jessie. The blonde whipped around, ready to defend herself before one of her half-sister’s band mates, but the retort quickly died in her mouth.

Jessie Coste only ever shut up for two reasons: either she had won the argument or someone very very pretty crossed paths with her.

In this situation, Jessie found herself definitively in situation two.

The girl in front of her was gorgeous: her skin was a warm honey color and her dark hair was messy beyond belief, but it was done in a way that only served to accentuate her beauty. Her short eyebrows were raised in a teasing expression, and her round nose was scrunched as a result of the heart-shaped smile that seemed to stretch from ear-to-ear. The black strapless bra she wore was obviously made to be worn in a public space without much scandal. Jessie nonetheless appreciated the peak of cleavage it provided and the teasing definition of muscle over her stomach that would have been missed with a shirt on.

But her arms.

Her arms were muscular in a way that Jessie would have killed to run her hands up-and-down. Preferably while her lips were occupied with the stranger’s own.

Jessie raised her eyes back up to the stranger’s, who smirked. “Like what you see, Coste?” the perfect stranger said with a teasing lilt. Jessie’s face twisted into a pout and huffed.

“I don’t need to tell you anything,” Jessie said. “Besides, don’t you have a gig to get back to?” The stranger laughed, and Jessie found she quite liked that, too. “Got me there, cutie. Are you excited to see me onstage or something?”

Jessie scoffed, “As if. I wouldn’t even know where to look.”

“Really? And here I thought you were checking me out earlier,” the stranger ignored Jessie’s indignant squawk and pulled out a pair of drumsticks from the waistband of her sweats. “But in case you really can’t find me, I’m the drummer so I’ll be in the back.” Jessie tried to feign indifference, but it seemed that the stranger saw right through it, as she winked teasingly before turning around to leave. “Meet me backstage after the show, I’d love to grab a soda with you.”

Jessie positively glared at the stranger as she left, twirling a drumstick around her fingers. She knew coming to Nikola’s gig was a mistake.

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yeojaa · 5 years

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SUGAR HIGH, chapter viii. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary. You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing. jeon jungkook. mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags. angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating. general (for now?)

word count. ~2000

chapter 8. Boy With Luv

You find yourself stepping out of your shell, stopping to smell the roses again. Has life always been this sweet?

“Who are you and what’ve you done with the Soomi I know?”

You know he’s only teasing but somehow, you’re blushing scarlet, apples of your cheeks turning as red as their namesake.

“‘You need to get out more,’” you answer verbatim, even adopting the low rasp of Yejin’s. You realize you sound more like Batman but run with it anyway, small hand shielding your mouth in some sort of makeshift voice changer. “‘You’re going to keep mopping around until you put yourself out there. And I don’t mean with the boys.’”

Hoseok is scandalized, his expression morphing into one that screams ‘how dare she!’ and ‘what the hell!’ in equal parts.

“Yah - you tell her to respect her elders!”

The way he says it makes you think Seokjin’s been parroting the same phrase around the apartment and it’s now drilled into the dancer’s brain.

“She’ll tell you off.” Spoken sagely and yet so very matter-of-fact. It didn’t matter that he was beloved by millions or her older - Yejin mocked him like he was her little brother. No one was spared.

Something about growing up in America, she’d say.

“Whatever,” he huffs before the sound is descending into a laugh, feet shifting until he’s knocking into your hip. “If it got you here, then I don’t mind.”

Here being a dance studio. A place he’d normally never catch you, unless dragged along by your over eager best friend or as a patient observer.

This time, you were here of your own accord. You’d even cracked a joke about inheriting Hoseok’s dance skills by osmosis, asking for a good luck sweatband.

(You’d tried not to cringe when he’d slipped it over your head, only marginally relieved when he insisted it was new.)

“You’ll have fun. I promise.” You don’t lock pinkies and you don’t press kisses to your thumbs, sealing it in forever, but you still believe him. He would never lead you astray, that much you knew. He’d maybe make you trip over your own two feet or blow a lung from exhaustion, but you’d be giggling the whole time.

You try to shake the nerves, will them away from the tips of your fingers. It’s hard when there’s a handful of people around you, all eagerly drawn by the chance to dance with Jung Hoseok.

Honestly, you probably owe him a flat of Sprite after this. And a jar of your dad’s kkakdugi.

"Okay, now that everyone is warmed up, let's get ready to begin." You've never heard him like this, authoritative yet gentle, his words a warm reassurance as he settles beside you. "We'll be going through the chorus of ON. We'll be jumping right in on count eight and land on one."

The way he moves should be illegal, the grace with how he runs through the motions a god-given gift. Even the simple act of bracing arms over one another - right above left - and jumping, feet spread wide, is done with a practiced ease you could never manage. The rotation of his arms is hypnotizing, a forelock of slate grey catching beneath the light as he readjusts in a single, fluid motion. You're not quite sure if his eyes are even open or if this is as easy as breathing.

He'd been guiding your group so easily that you'd nearly forgotten he was speaking. "Soomi-ya, you need to do it too," he chides sweetly, breaking the spell.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

"It's fine, just relax. Pretend it's just us."

So you do, doing your best to memorize the patterns he taps out and the direction of his arms. It's harder than you remember, but maybe that's your nerves. Still, you try, apologizing around laughter when you accidentally drag yourself in the opposite direction, swinging your arms into the crags of Hoseok's shoulders.

You let the warmth radiate through your body and when your lungs are on fire, you push harder (and remind yourself to do some more goddamn cardio).

You're dying. You have to be. There's no other explanation for the way you're laying on the floor, what used to be your legs but you're sure are now just jelly sprawled out beneath you. Your head is swimming and your chest is heaving but you feel oddly light, as if the air's filling you and lifting you above the immobile shape of your body.

"Stop being so dramatic." God, he sounds like he hasn't even broken a sweat. He doesn't even look bothered.

You gulp once, twice, and try to speak but it comes out like a half-whine, half-groan. "Can't. Dying."

"Do you need water?"

If you'd been paying attention, you might've noticed the change in tone, the distinctly different voice.

But instead, you're barely alive and reaching for the shadow of the water bottle. Hands scramble across the surface, all but yanking the offering from a loose grip. You manage a polite 'thank you!' before you're chugging the contents, all semblance of civility temporarily forgotten.

"Thank you, Wooram-ssi."

Your head snaps up. Who was Hoseok speaking to?

"No problem. I don't think a heart attack in class would go over well." You'd laugh if you weren't so mortified.

You gape up at him for a second longer before you're throwing yourself up, ignoring the way your right knee begs to give out and steadying yourself with the help of your friend's arm. You're certain you look like a complete mess - in fact, you can see it reflected back at you in the mirrors of the dance studio.

Baby hairs wild, ponytail no longer deserving of the name. Pink sits on your cheeks, seemingly permanently burnt there.

"I'm Kim Wooram." The stranger is offering a hand and a grin. You don't know him but you feel immediately at ease when he lays that smile on you. He has kind eyes and a soft face, the angle of his jaw and the slope of his nose working to harden the otherwise baby-faced contours. The piercings in his ear reflect the incandescent lights, gleaming as his head cocks to the side in curiosity. You wonder how old he is to have been speaking to Hoseok so casually.

It takes you a moment to respond but when you do, you're quite proud of how level your voice is. "Park Soomi."

Your hands meet and you swear you hear bells.

( 6:13pm ) paksom: sorry i missed your call!

( 6:13pm ) paksom: everything okay?

It hadn't been bells but the dinging of your phone, nestled into your bag and forgotten.

( 6:15pm ) jeon jungkook: come over?

( 6:15pm ) jeon jungkook: we're cooking tonight

( 6:16pm ) jeon jungkook: samgyupsal!!!!

You can practically hear his excitement through the little device, a sticker of his BT21 character popping across your screen.

"Hobiiii." The way you're singing his voice catches his attention and Hoseok's at your side in an instant, peering down at your phone expectantly. "We're cooking tonight! Let's go pick up some extra stuff on the way back."

You've definitely bought too much. Between the two of you, you're carrying five bags or rather, he's struggling with four and you're happily trailing behind with one. Not that you hadn't offered - you had, arguing in front of the store before you'd thrown your hands up in exasperation.

"Can you open the door?" He's sidestepping, allowing you access to the door handle. The keys in your hands jingle, little acrylic KAWS figure swinging from the small set. You turn the lock carefully before edging in, the welcome aromas of fat and spice wrapping you in a warm hug before you're consumed in real, physical heat, the smallest member somehow engulfing you.

"Hi, Jiminie." The greeting is lost in the collar of his sweater as he squeezes you. "You should help Hobi-oppa with the groceries."

All at once, you're able to breathe again, Jimin having released you in favour of taking two bags off his hyung's hands. So eager to help, you think. "What did you get?

Scratch that. Just hungry.

"A bunch of random stuff we thought everyone might like. I bought squid for osam-bulgogi, since you like seafood now, right?" He'd mentioned it in a V Live recently but he's still surprised, the biggest smile stretching his perfect lips. You can't help but return the expression of joy, proud in being able to bring such delight to one of your favourite people. "I also brought a bunch of banchan I made earlier this week. And soju and makgeolli!"

"And kkakdugi, but that's mine!" It's a booming proclamation as the three of you shuffle into the kitchen, goodies dropped unceremoniously on the kitchen counter and everyone's attention now caught.

"You didn't have to bring so much stuff!" Seokjin, flabbergasted as snacks spill out and a glossy green bottle nearly rolls off the edge of the island.

"Welcome back." Namjoon, from his seat, headphones around his neck as he taps away at his laptop.

"Yes, I did! A guest can't come empty-handed." Both of you know you're right but neither you nor Seokjin relent, huffing adorably at each other. He breaks first, turning his attention to the things he needs to immediately start preparing and instructing Jimin to put away anything else. Watching them, it truly is like being among family. It makes you feel fuzzy inside as you take a seat beside Bangtan's leader, dragging your attention from the now-bickering members - something about 'that's not the right place!' - to survey the apartment. "I saw you guys last week."

Namjoon doesn't even look up when he answers, "No, you saw us on Wednesday. It's now Saturday of the following week."

You almost snort, giving him a heavy dose of side-eye. "Joonie-oppa, are you my abeoji?"

It's clear he isn't expecting that when he nearly knocks his headphones off with the force in which he turns to you. "Yah! It's not me. Jungkook--"

And then there are hands on his shoulders, long fingers tensing and pressing perhaps a little too hard. The maknae has appeared out of nowhere, seemingly conjured by the sound of his name. His hair's still wet, water droplets darkening the grey of his tee shirt and dripping down the curve of his ear.

"Yes, hyung?"

"You can't just sneak up on people like that."

"I heard you say my name so I thought you were calling for me."

"No, I was telling--"

There's that subtle flex of fingers again. You're watching the two of them like some weird tennis game, attention bouncing from one face to the other's.

"You guys are being weird."

Even weirder is the way they're refusing to meet your eyes, instead boring holes into each other's like they're going to find gold buried somewhere.

When Namjoon finally relents, he goes back to his computer like nothing's happened and Jungkook's transferring his weight to you, arms locked comfortably around your shoulders. You can feel the moisture from his hair sliding down your cheek and you resist the urge to pull away once it's seeping into the cotton of your top.

"Hello to you, too." You muse, twisting your neck to meet his stare.

"How was dance class with Hobi-hyung?"

The chance to answer is torn from you as the man in question appears across the island, flicking the faucet on to wash his hands and assist with dinner. He's got a great big grin on his face, cheeks puffed out like the literal cat ate the canary.

"She did really well, though I think I'm going to be bruised from where she stepped on my foot." A tongue wagging at you. Had you thought he was going to give a compliment without wrapping it in mockery? "Wooram-ssi saved her from dying at the end."

He's wiping his hands before returning to his spot, taking up the easy task of chopping carrots. He seems so focused that you think he's done speaking, about to resume your conversation with your best friend.

"He asked for your number, by the way."

You're not sure whether it's you or Jungkook when you tense. What?

notes. hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaha. that's all I can say.

this was a super fun chapter to write so i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did.

#bts fluff #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #work.zip #bestfriends.zip #sugarhigh.doc #jungkook.doc

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the-grub-hub · 4 years

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Heyyyy~~

Wattup bitches, how's life? Shit? Same sis

Ok seriously i came back because some points weren't clear and didn't get answered,so I'll just do it by points or whatever

Do all trolls have these "grub scars" like all humans have belly buttons or are some different and how?

I still don't understand how names exactly work,how are they different from human names?how are they made? Are they random or just work with their signs?

And also what's the difference between the english language and the troll language if there's any

What kind of food and drinks do trolls eat?i need to know what things they need when they hatch or whatever?

How does troll anatomy work?is there things i should be aware of?and how do trolls express emotions ond actions basically?

Do trolls of different bloods need different ways to be raised?as one needs to sleep in a hotter temperature for that reason,ect?

How do i tell if a troll is psychic? And is there a spectrum of how powerful of a psychic a troll can be?or is it just one psychic one isn't?

What's the difference between normal trolls and mutation ones, especially with their psychic powers and/or the way they look or how their blood can be different?

Anywayz,sry this is so long

- Steve

XOXO with luv

S’ah dude it’s Kazabe

You asked in points so I’ll answer with points

Yes, all trolls have grubscars, they’re the same color as their blood

On Alternia trolls have six-letter first names and last names. There’s basically no system and it doesn’t correspond to anything. Your kid also doesn’t need to have a six-letter name. If you want your kid’s name to mean something, that is always valid. You can also name them Sloomple or Fuckwad or some shit. Doesn’t matter.

Honestly dude the troll language is just the font Oblivion upside down and backwards. Don’t ask me how I know that. Also your kids won’t know how to speak it if they didn’t grow up around it.

There’s really not a lot of difference between the troll diet and the human diet. Uhhhh just a sec...okay so Luxane says that after they come out of their cocoons they will need food, a bath, some clothes, and LOTS of rest. Busting out of that shit is really hard. She also says that their first meal should have lots of protein? So like...nuts and meat and shit.

Trolls and humans share a lot of the same anatomy. Just think of your kids as humans, but with stronger bones and sharper teeth. Also your violet kid is gonna have gills on their neck and fins around their ears but that’s about it. About expressing emotions, trolls hiss when angry or upset. Other than that it’s basically just the same bullshit that humans do...we have the same expressions and we cry and stuff. (We do cry in our blood color for some fuckshit reason that I couldn’t tell you)

So, the kids closer to the red and green end of the spectrum will be weaker, less violent, and more...breakable than the ones closer to the blue and purple end of the spectrum. Trolls closer to red and green also have hotter body temperatures, which means that they will get cold easier. Your Violet kid will be much happier and healthier with access to water, but they don’t, like...need it to live. They have lungs and stuff. And they’re also so high up on the blood spectrum that they’ll live for a stupidly long time anyway. These are the differences you can expect - but it’s going to be really important that you love them all equally.

Only a few of the troll castes are even capable of being psychic. I know Luxane posted this whole Guide to the Hemospectrum, so if you’re curious about any of your kids, you can look under their blood color. But I’ll give you a quick rundown of what the typical power sets are anyway: BURGUNDY trolls are telekinetic, BRONZE trolls can commune with animals, GOLD trolls can do a fuck ton of weird shit but mostly just blast things and throw shit around, LIME trolls can sense, manipulate and soothe emotions, CERULEAN trolls can read minds and, in more extreme cases, control people, and PURPLE trolls can hypnotize and influence people, usually through dreams. Also, yes, some trolls are more powerful than others. I know you have a Lime baby and a Cerulean baby, so I’ll let you know that weaker Limes can only soothe emotions without being able to, like, sense them, and weaker Ceruleans are only able to read minds without controlling them. Also you know your kid’s psychic when they start using their powers, that’s about all I can tell you.

Uhhhhhhhhhh honestly the whole, like, definition of a mutation is that they’re pretty rare and unique. Sometimes you’ll get a weird blood color, sometimes you’ll get an extra eye, sometimes you’ll get wings...most of the time you can tell before they like...cocoon up. So I don’t really know what to tell you. Also, most mutations are caste-common. Only Golds can get voidrot, only Jades can become vampires, yada yada yada. I wouldn’t worry about it.

Anyway, hope this helped! Also life kinda has been shit over here so, like. Thanks.

Uh I hope that this was clear and that it helped. I asked Luxane for help on some stuff and everything. But she was kind of busy so...

Let me know if you have any follow-up questions, answering this shit gives me something to do lmao

#reference material #Kazabe Totitt #wriggler asks

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specialagentlokitty · 5 years

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The mentalist x reader - Past

Hey hey hey! I'm not sure if your requests are open but if so could you write a one shot about the mentalist? Like you know how in season 1 (maybe early season 2) Rigsby gets hypnotized? Well could you write like the CBI team x agent reader. Where the R (who is like the little sister of the team) also gets hypnotized to but instead of hurting others she hurts herself Infront of the team. And like her old selfharm habits come to light. If you don't feel comfortable writing this I get it luv ya 🖤 - Anon❤️

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM

The CBI team saw you as a little sister, you were younger than them all but equally as good. So, to watch you being hypnotised and controlled made them angry and sad, but they couldn’t do anything, the live feed was still being tracked.

“Take is your jumper for us all.” The criminal chuckled.

Slowly you removed your purple jumper showing your band T-shirt underneath.

“My, my, how about we zoom in on those scars Hm?”

The camera zoomed in on your arm clearly displaying old looking scars.

“Oh my god..” Lisbon whispered.

“They have to be self inflicted...” Cho murmured.

The camera zoomed out and the woman walked in front, circling you before she pressed a blade into your hands and made you grip it firmly.

“I want you to open up five scars.”

“Oh god!”

Grace quickly turned around as you slowly begun to drag the blade across your scars, unaffected by the pain. Jane begun searching the screen frantically hoping for something to find you.

“Please, please, come on...” he growled to himself.

“Now another five, times running out Patric Jane, she’ll bleed out at this rate.” The woman mocked.

Jane narrowed his eyes and that’s when he spotted it, the movement of a train in the background, and he heard it pulling to a stop, and for him that was all he needed.

“I KNOW WHERE SHE IS!”

After rattling out the location, they all darted out to their cars, desperate to find you. While Rigsby called EMT’s to the area, Grace called backup.

It took maybe 10 minutes to arrive, if that, and they all jumped out, wasting no time in barging into the building to find you holding the bloodied knife in your hands, blood dripping everywhere and a blank look on your face.

“Let her go, you have me.” Jane stepped up.

“(Y/N), I want you to stab Patrick Jane.”

Slowly you stalked forward, hand shaking as you readied the blade. No one dared to shoot you and before you could lunge at him, Jane jumped you knocking the blade out of your hand, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back against his chest.

While he held you, Lisbon and Cho quickly arrested the criminal and snapped the handcuffs to a pipe.

“I’m going to count back from five and snap my fingers, when I do you’re going to be back to normal, 5... 4... 3... 2...1...”

Jane snapped his fingers and you stopped fighting him, your body went limp and he slowly lowered you to the floor. The You started you whimper in pain and shuffled further back against him. He took your discarded jumper and wrapped it around your arms.

“P.. Patrick..?” You whispered out.

“I’m right here, just keep breathing helps on the way.” He soothed.

“I didn’t.. I.. I didn’t mean to.. I wasn’t...”

Jane placed a kiss to the top of your head and held your closely. Everyone else crouched around you and Lisbon shook her head.

“We know you wouldn’t hurt Jane.” She smiled.

Nodding, you rested your head on Jane’s chest and took a few deep breathes. Thankfully it didn’t take long for help to arrive, and soon you were being passed over to the EMT’s.

You knew questions were going to follow after seeing your arms, they’d want to know, and you were ready to finally open up to them because they were your family, your brothers and sisters.

Your wounds were that deep, so you didn’t need to go hospital. The EMT’s dealt with them and let you stay sat in the ambulance so the could watch you for a little while.

“(Y/N), it’s your choice if you want to answer, but we’re those scars self inflicted?” Grace asked gently sitting next to you.

“Yes.” You sighed, “they’re from my teenage and early adult years.”

Slowly the others came ina and you found yourself explaining that you were in a bad place, but now you were all better, and you were happy with where you were.

“Why didn’t you say anything to us?” Lisbon asked softly.

“I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.” You shrugged.

“Well, you know we’re always here for you if you feel like that again.” Rigsby beamed.

“I know.” You smiled.

“Now, how about we go get something to eat, what about (F/F)?” Jane asked innocently.

“YES!”

They laughed at your excitement and smiled brightly, it was a scary time but nothing gets you through like family

#the mentalist x you #the mentalist x reader #the mentalist #patrick jane #teresa lisbon #grace van pelt #rigsby #cho

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aehruh · 6 years

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Mysme superpower / quirks AU

Rika

Powers/quirks: Hypnosis

She can create a state of unconsciousness similar to sleep and subdue people's minds, making them obey her commands.

Her power is concentrated in her eyes. Uses a black mask to attract attention to them, because she must hold/keep the look with the person she wants to hypnotize for at least 10 seconds.

She's good with words and manages to convince people easily, so she uses this method to obtain successful hypnosis. (She also takes advantage of her physical beauty as another weapon for this).

Calculating and dominant personality.

Irritable

Weakness(es):

She suffers from severe headaches as a side effect.

The hypnosis must be "re-applied" to the user constantly, because its effects weaken over time until it's lost.

She can't hypnotize through videos or screens, so mass hypnosis is not possible unless she has the people in front of her.

Hey! This is the result of a game with my friends, where I was given an AU randomly (superpowers). I’ll be posting all the characters profiles!!

(note that there may be illogical things, since I am not an expert in superheroes, so please do not take it so seriously haha) Thank you to @monotonemanday for helping me correct my text! LUV U!!!

See the others:

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme rika #mystic messenger rika #mysme quirks AU #My art stuff #Digital Illustration #digital art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #another obvious one haha #I know you hate her hahaha xD

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missklou · 6 years

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Good angel {Hoseok Smut}

Make sure to check my masterlist here.

Genre: Smut with plot, a sequel? I dunno yet, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, a bit of angst

Pairing: Hoseok X reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (giving), dirty talk, no aftercare, power play, praise kink, hair pulling, fingering, voyeurism.

Song reference: My medicine -The pretty reckless.

Jin Hyung 2:43 PM Ow, come on man!

Jhope 2:44 PM Hyung, you know it's not that easy, it's a three hours flight! I can't just drop everything and go...

Jin Hyung 2:44 PM Okay, look, I get that it's hard but please! It took so long to finally find a date that suited everyone and to even convince them in the first place! Plus I promised that you would show up, they will be very disappointed if you don't.

Jin Hyung 2:44 And your family misses you, it's the perfect excuse to come and visit them.

Jhope 2:45 PM Yeah, I guess... Look I can't promise I'll go, but I'll think about it.

Jin Hyung 2:46 PM K, luv you Hobi, please come!

Hoseok rested his phone on his thighs, leaning back to take another look at the invite on his email with solemn eyes.

The computer glowed with the short and cheerful message. "Hey Hobi, I know you moved out of the city but I was wondering if you would come to our night out reunion next weekend, get the group back together.

It's going to be on Saturday, we are meeting at Jimin's like always and we are getting fucked up on that club we used to go, like the good ol days. Please, please, please come, it won't be the same without you!"

Hoseok would be lying if he said he didn't miss his friends. The unswerving group of seven teenagers he once made part of hasn't met in years and Seokjin was right, he had to pay his family a visit at some point.

But it wasn't that easy anymore, adult life had caught up to him, work and responsibilities he didn't feel confident enough to just drop to party with his friends, as much as he would like to.

Just thinking about it made him feel weary, In all honesty, he felt lonely. By himself in a big city, with no friends or family to lean on when bad thoughts overflowed his mind, just working to his bones, trying to make a better living, trying to keep moving.

It has been almost six years since he left the little town he came from, originally to attend university and become the performer he always dreamed to be, later, what got him to stay was much more domineering.

At some point during that time, Hoseok met a woman he was too innocent not to fall in love with.

She was reckless and fierce in ways that enticed his inner "small town" boy and being with her felt like standing at the edge of the world, looking at something so great his hands could never grasp.

It lasted three years during his second to fourth -and last year- of uni, and she taught him so many different things, from smoking weed for the first time, riding supermarket carts in the middle of the night, to murmuring soft "I love you's" after having sex on the beach, drunk out of his mind.

It ended the same way it had started, like a derailed train.

One night she was lying on his chest, it was cold outside, very cold, and she was about to fall asleep as he watched, absentmindedly, to shit shows on TV.

Things had been so stressful at the time, Hoseok was barely surviving his senior year, running on energy drinks and antiosyolitics and she effortlessly became an anchor, the only thing keeping him sane.

So, as he thought about the exams he had coming up and the work that was slowly sucking his life, Hoseok felt the icy cold sensation running through his veins, paralyzing, fixed gaze.

"Let's get married."

He pleaded that night.

She stared at him, wide-eyed and griping a piece of cover.

She was gone by the time sun rays inundated the oppressingly cold room, taking with her the candidness of the beaming boy he once was.

Two years had gone by, two full years of reasoning with himself about giving up and going back to his city, getting closer to his family again, forget all about his dream and just fall into the sad reality.

But he insists that it would be unbearable, even the loneliness and his exhausting job had to be better than going back to that life, with the same people, the single-minds and the shallow dreams.

That's why he decides to take Seokjin on his offer. He needs an excuse to go back, see just how much have changed and come back to his ridiculously small apartment, motivated to keep following his plans and not look back.

An hour later he texts Seokjin to let him know of his decision and clears his agenda, not giving a fuck about responsibilities, thinking it's about time to enjoy himself. The next week Hoseok packs a dirty old bag and leaves to the airport with nothing to lose.

Hours later he finds Seokjin waiting for him with a small sign that read "hoseokie" with bold letters and decored with many hearts.

-Okay, tell me what happened to the others. -He requests, with his heart-shaped smile adorning his face, while he searches his phone for another song to play.

-Do you want the short or the long version? -The older man asks, also smiling but with his eyes glued on the road, focused on driving.

-The long one, give me all the details so I can tease the shit out of them.

They laugh out loud, Hoseok feels his heart swelling with how much he had missed his best friend for the past six years, and how natural things still felt between them, even after everything they have been through.

-Okay, let's start with Yoongi then, he started working on his music, he also moved away and it's actually getting big, he got here last week just to hang out with us.

He went on and on about their friends, updating Hoseok on all of the things that happened and never once crossed his mind.

Namjoon fell madly in love with a girl he now lived with and said they were planning to travel the world together. Jimin had just finished college and was opening his own dance academy, teaching and administrating it at the same time. Taehyung never went to college, he too moved to a big city and was striking modeling gigs. Jungkook was still in college and getting noticed for his singing and editing abilities on his growing youtube channel.

Everything looked the same, each corner being recognizable, every store holding memories of their drunken escapades, still, nostalgy sat heavy on his tong, dislocation leaving an unsettling feeling on his chest.

Seokjin left him at the doorsteps of his childhood home, wishing him good luck and saying he'd be back by ten to pick him up.

Hours later, after being washed in love by his family, Hoseok actually felt rejuvenated, like that was all he needed to regain his strength and charge his energetic personality. In a few hours, he was back to being the loud, comical person the city knew him for, and he regretted not coming back sooner.

Ten came by and Hoseok couldn't control his body, he was almost jumping on his feet with excitement to see his friends and go out, enjoy himself and get a taste of the happiness he thought he couldn't have back.

Hoseok had the tendency to forget things he did while being drunk.

He once got naked in front of a whole party in a game of truth or dare, kissed a random guy thinking he was a girl and got punched in the face shortly after, fell from a counter into a table of beer pong, breaking it in two.

He couldn't remember shit the day after, which only made him less conscious about doing shit, and the fact Jungkook actually dragged their asses to a frat party of all places, packed with strangers, only gave him the confidence to drink his soul out of his body.

But Hoseok was no longer the college kid he once was, frat parties, sorority girls, even drinking wasn't so exciting anymore. Getting drunk became a goal other than enjoyment, the girls that approached weren't that interesting, the music was too loud, the minimal details bothered him.

Old Hoseok would've loved that party, he would be in his element for sure, but that wasn't old Hoseok, it was the Hoseok from the little, quiet apartment, the lonely nights, and the draining job.

Disappointed with himself, he takes a seat on the couch to watch others for a minute, trying to convince himself he had to quit making up excuses to justify his grumpiness and admit it was no one's fault but himself. During that time he noticed his friends too acted differently from their college selves.

Old Namjoon would've been drunk by one AM, throwing inspirational speeches, but now he was in a corner, talking to his girlfriend and enjoying her laughter.

Yoongi and Seokjin were the quiet ones a few years back, Yoongi would've been composedly laughing at them on the couch, away from the commotion of people, and Seokjin would've been cracking dad jokes to the girls that approached him, but now they were both upstairs with girls they knew little about.

Taehyung was actually talking to the giggling group of girls hitting on him, and not being an arrogant ass like his past fuckboy self, and Jungkook, the shy bunny, the baby of the group, had his legs spread on the couch, feverously making out with his said "fuck buddy".

Nothing made fucking sense.

He laughs to himself at his observation, late night thoughts going through his head, the ones he only had when he had too much to drink and was most definitely not remembering shit the next morning.

A smile still lingers on his lips when his eyes aimlessly meet yours, locking gazes immediately, like you were opposite poles of a magnet.

He unconsciously stands up the moment you walk in through the front doors, your eyes are still glued on him, sharp and firm as if he's a prey, something you wish to put your fingers on. He watches the way your black dress hugs your every curve, thighs exposed, hips moving in the most hypnotizing way.

He blinks repeatedly, wondering if this is some sort of mirage since you stand out so much from the people around you, he can't help but wonder if you are really there or if it's just his wishful thinking, a drunken frenzy.

His shoulders drop with disappointment the moment you face away, making your way into the kitchen, leaving his sight completely. It takes him a few seconds to get his feet moving, taking his body to the room you just walked in with excitement buddling in his chest.

That was absolutely everything he was looking for, the first time in years he felt this enthusiastic over someone, and he was most definitely not letting it go. He needed that fire, was eager to get it.

To his surprise, the room isn't packed like the rest of the house, a couple making out by the counter, a young boy spilling his guts on the sink and you, leaning against the fridge with a red cup in your hands, so full it threatened to spill, eyes meeting his immediately as if you were expecting him to follow.

-Hello. -You greet him, eyes unfazed and mysterious behind the cup and he hates how drunk he is at the moment, he hates to know he won't remember every second of you, every word you let out with the velvety tone.

-Hello. -He lets out, putting all his effort into making his voice as steady and clear as possible.

A smile quivers in your dark red lips as you can see through his frangible composure and it amuses you.

-What are we going to do? I can see why you came... -You pondered, pouting slightly and raising an eyebrow at the content of your cup. -But I just got here, and I want to dance. -He watches in astonishment as you throw your head back and empty your cup in one go.

Hissing at the burning sensation in your throat, you point him his own glass, motioning for him to do the same, and so he does, wasting no time to please you.

In a matter of minutes, you have his hand in yours, guiding him through the dance floor to find the best spot while meaningless songs play one after the other and as they finish Hoseok fills your cups again.

As he watches you move in the dimmed lights room, swinging your hips and turning your head to grin at him, it is as if your lips are bragging his bewilderment.

You are the complete opposite of her, and he wants to get high on the feeling of you.

Her eyes meant nothing but troublesome, with a cheekiness that said "I don't know what I'm doing but I'm still doing it", while yours draw him as if they held the secrets of the universe, eyes that said, "I have done this all before".

She used to laugh at things he wished she didn't, getting easily distracted, while you made him feel like the two of you were the only thing that mattered. Back pressed against his chest, hips meeting his, resting your head on his shoulder with closed eyes and synchronized movements, it felt like you were in another universe entirely.

Yet another song ends with a fading note and Hoseok glares at your mouth when you spin around and press your chest to his, his hands find your hips automatically like he had done that his whole life.

-Another drink?

You nod in agreement, but then the guitar chords take over the house and the most perfect song for the moment takes over the frat party, your hands dive to his hair, clutching the silky strains and pulling him closer.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

-No! Stay for this song... "somebody mixed my medicine"

He presses his body against yours, the scent of smoke and cheap alcohol mixed with your perfume is intoxicating.

"Well you hurt where you sleep and you sleep where you lie Now you're in deep and now you're gonna cry Got a woman to your left And a boy to your right"

Finally, it becomes unbearable and Hoseok leans in to clash your lips to his, to find out you are as eager as he is, feeling your hunger for him by the way you take control over the kiss, biting his bottom lip and pressing your nails into his neck.

"You start to sweat so Hold me tight 'cause..."

At that moment Hoseok realizes just how much he had to drink because he is going for your neck, kissing, biting and sucking at the soft skin, not minding that you are in public, not minding the purple marks that are going to decorate your neck later. He is addicted to the way you expose your neck to his touches, hands falling to squeeze his shoulder.

"Somebody mixed my medicine I don't know what I'm on"

His head spins the moment you push way, only enough to whisper in his ear.

-Let me be your medicine Hoseok...

Your pupils are dilated and you look beautiful breathless, the only thing he can focus on his blurred, drunken vision.

"Somebody mixed my medicine Now baby it's all gone"

You guide the way out of the dance floor, pushing people out of the way to reach the stairs.

"Somebody mixed my medicine And somebody's in my head again"

You turn around to check on him as you make your way up the stair, eyes libidinous.

"And somebody mixed my medicine again, again"

-I need you. -You stated, turning around on the last step to the second floor, taking advantage of the height difference to kiss him again, his body responds promptly, squeezing your ass firmly.

"Well I drink what you leak and I smoke what you sigh See you cross the room with that look in your eye"

-I need you. -He mumbled eyes closed, face ethereal.

"Got a man to his left and a girl to his right You start to sweat so Hold me tight 'cause"

It didn't take long for you to find an empty room and once the door is shut, Hoseok lets out a sign the little self-control he had left quickly dissolved, and he pinned you to the wall, lips meeting the red marks on your neck once more.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

-Make me dirty. -Your voice sends chills down his spine, blood running down to his dick, he stares into your deep, meaningful eyes one last time before turning you around.

"I don't know what I'm on"

Warm chest meeting the cold wall, your ass deliciously pressed against his bulge, he wraps your hair around his wrist and pulls your head towards him, the pleasing pain forcing a muffled moan out of you.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

-You are driving me crazy -He growls in your ear, leaving open mouth kisses all over your neck and shoulders before letting go of your hair, one hand goes to massage your breasts and the other cups your sex, hips grinding into yours.

"Now baby it's all gone"

The way you gasp and throw one of your hands back to caress his hair and bring him closer makes his hairs stand, he realizes you are the hottest thing he has ever seen when your hips syncronize with him, dry humping on the most sinful way as the song plays faintly downstairs.

"Somebody mixed my medicine Somebody's in my head again And somebody mixed my medicine again, again"

-Ah fuck! -He moans at the sight of your bodies connecting and watch your ass bounce on him, he feels the dampness of your panties only from his fingers. -I want to fuck you so good, you are so wet...

"There's a tiger in the room and a baby in the closet"

-Please do. -You beg, velvety voice dripping arousal.

"Pour another drink mom I don't even want it"

He gives you another hard suck to your neck, feeling the intense need to spread his marks all over you and blood rushes to your core, he takes your dress off, leaving you in your underwear and heels, dripping wet from his touches.

"Then I turn around and think I see someone that looks like you"

-You are so beautiful angel -He breathes to your ear, chills running down your spine as he spins you around to face him again, wasting no time in kissing you.

"Well you hurt where you sleep and you sleep where you lie Now you're in deep and now you're gonna cry."

-So, so beautiful, my good girl -He grunts when you part, lips brushing yours. -You are so good for me, ruining your panties, asking me to turn you into the dirty girl you love to be. -Hoseok raises one of your thighs to his waist, clothed cock brushing your clit in the most delicious ways.

"Got a woman to your left And a boy to your right"

-Let me make you feel good. -There's not a trace of shame in your voice when you reach to palm him through his pants, taking great joy from his blown wide pupils and vocal response.

"You start to sweat so Hold me tight 'cause"

-On your knees then kitten. -He kisses you before you follow his command, dropping to your knees and pulling at his pants while he takes his shirt off, abdomen contracting and relaxing, muscles on display at eye level, your hands itch to touch him.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

When you manage to pull his pants down you feel the weight of his phone on the back pocket, ideas buddle in Hoseok's mind when he sees the device on your hands.

"I don't know what I'm on"

-Can I take a video angel? Can I record your pretty mouth around my cock? -His eyes are glowing with craving and you feel your panties getting impossibly sticky.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

-Do it. -You consent, a smile growing in your swollen lips, the desire in his eyes set your skin on fire, the alcohol you just had makes you lightheaded.

"Now baby it's all gone"

You get rid of his boxers, watching as his dick springs free, hard and glistening with precum, your mouth waters at the sight of him stroking his cock.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

His eyes roll back the second you press a kiss to his tip, groaning when you wrap your warm mouth around him and slowly lower your head, taking him inch by inch.

"Somebody's in my head again, again"

Light hits your face, you raise your eyes to see he's holding his phone, recording as you take his cock in your mouth, his groans get significantly louder and you can't help but take one of your hands to tease your clit, moaning around him.

"And somebody mixed my medicine"

Hoseok grabs your hair, controlling your movements as you swallow around him, the vibrations of your moans drive him crazy. Soon you are barely moving, just keeping your mouth open to receive him as he fucks your face with a firm grip on your hair.

"Again, again, again Again, again, again Again, again, again"

Each word is punctuated by his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in and you control your breathing, tears forming and falling down the corners of your eyes, you scratch the back of his thigh with your free hand.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

-What a good girl you are, touching your pretty cunt while I fuck your face. -He caresses your hair, slowing down his trusts.

"Somebody mixed my medicine"

-Put on a show for me, won't you? Open your mouth, tongue out. -He orders and you stare straight at the camera, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, giving a few teasing licks at the tip of his cock.

"Somebody mixed my medicine again"

-Get up, I need to fuck you right now. -He lifts you up effortlessly, caring you to bed, phone still in his hands. -Hands and knees for me, hold that ass up.

You do so, following his every command, feeling like your skin is on fire whenever he touches you.

-So good. -He leans in, bitting your left ass cheek, squeezing the flesh of the other cheek. -So beautiful, such a good kitten, you are so hot, you make me so hard.

Every praise goes straight to your core, you can't help but push your ass back, looking for his touches, aching from the lack of stimulation. He seems to read your mind, stroking your clit softly through the fabric of your panties.

-Do you like that angel? You like when I touch you like that? Say it. -His thumb makes circular movements, the knot in your stomach grows, you want nothing more than to follow his orders.

-I love it! -You are breathless, fucked out, your throat is sore from being face fucked. -Please fuck me, fuck me and make me cum on your cock. -Your cries seem to have an effect on him because he is soon pushing your panties to the side.

He takes a deep breath, hands tightening at your sides.

-Look at that pussy, soaking wet from sucking my cock. -Hoseok adjusts the angle of the phone so that he can film your clenching pussy next to his hard cock. -Let's prep you hm?

His thumb finds your clit again and the direct contact makes you see stars, muffling a moan with a pillow.

The hand immediately leaves your clit, pulling your hair so roughly you jump in place, pushing your ass against his hips.

-Don't you dare, I want to hear every fucking moan that leaves your mouth, do you understand?

-Yes!

-Are you going to behave?

-F-fuck yes -You moan this time when his fingers leave your hair to tease your entrance, stretching your walls and reaching deep inside you.

-Louder! I want the whole party to hear you! You’d probably love that, wouldn’t you? To have everyone listening as I fuck the shit out of you.

He curls his fingers to hit your G spot, earning yet another long, tortured moan.

-Please fuck me already! I need you to... -His fingers catch speed, hitting all the right spots mercilessly. -I need you to fill me up Hoseok, please, I want your cock so bad!

-Yes angel, beg for my dick, fuck yourself on my fingers, this is so fucking hot. -His fingers slow down, focusing on the movements on your clit. -Why is your bra still on? Take it off and turn over so I can see those perfect tits while I fuck you.

Soon your last piece of clothing hits the floor and you are fully exposed to him, chest rising and falling with your heavy breathing, sweat sticking your hair to your face.

The flash is still on and it only makes it the more intense, Hoseok is also shining with sweat, his muscles are firm under your fingers and his eyes are darker than they have ever been, his hair is pushed back and messy, his mouth is red and swollen just like yours probably is.

He reaches for his pants, taking a condom out of his back pocket and resting the phone, still recording, on the nightstand, quickly sliding the condom on and aligning his cock with your entrance.

His head stretches your walls and he slowly fills you up, giving you a few seconds to adjust before pounding into you in sharp, hard movements that make your legs weak.

-So full... -You mumble incoherently, your drunken breath hits his face and he can't help but lean in to kiss you, firmly pressing his lips to yours as his trusts hit deeper, you let out a scream of his name, scratching the skin of his back.

-What is it angel? Is my cock making you feel good? -He grinds his hips in a way that has the whole bed moving, he hits your cervix with every trust and you roll your eyes to the back of your head, the lewd sounds of your arousal fill the room.

Hoseok kisses you again, moaning into your lips.

-Touch yourself for me, use those fingers on your clit, make yourself cum on my cock. -Your fingers find their way to your sensitive bud, not daring to disobey him.

Your screams get louder, he only goes faster, encouraging you to be loud.

-Yes! Keep fucking me Hoseok, I'm so close to cumming! -You throw your head back, closing your eyes and applying even more force to the hand that is pressing your nails to his back.

His trusts get erratic for a moment, he is getting lost in your pleasure, letting his head down to watch where you two connect.

-Fuck ah! Cum for me baby, let me feel that tight pussy clenching around me!

You can feel your sanity crumbling at the feeling of him hitting your G spot repeatedly, filling you to the limit while you rub your clit and raise your hips to roll against his.

-Fuck fuck fuck Hoseok! -Your cries are desperate now, you open your eyes to find him staring at you from behind his soaked bangs, eyes hungry and sensual.

Your climax hits you full force, sending waves of pleasure through your body and blurring your vision.

-Good girl, good baby. -He chants under his breath, fucking you through your orgasm until your legs are quivering and crushing his hips.

A few more strikes and Hoseok is spilling into the condom, panting and shoving his face in the crook of your neck.

It takes you two a long time to recover.

Two days after the party and Hoseok is excitedly putting his bags on the trunk, getting ready to go back to his apartment and start over.

-Everything alright? Sure you are not forgetting anything? -Seokjin throws his jacket to the back seat to as Hoseok sits in the front.

-Yeah pretty sure I got everything, thanks for the ride. -He gives his hyung one of his signature heart-shaped smiles while buckling his seat belts.

-Sure thing, no need to thank me. -Jin begins to make his way to the airport when he eyes the back seats through the mirror and suddenly turns his heat to see the yellow package. -Oh, do you mind if we stop by my house? I was supposed to leave this there and ended up forgetting about it.

Hoseok's brows furrow, also looking at the package.

-No, no problem!

On their way, Hoseok's mind wonders off to the video he watched at least a thousand times through the course of two days. He can't help but think about you, about how he passed out and woke up to an empty bed, how he wished he had asked your name, how he wished he could have said goodbye.

Jin pulls at the blue house they used to play all the time when they were kids, turning to take the package.

-I thought you had moved out of your parent's? -Hoseok asks, looking at the windows and thinking about all the memories they had.

-I did, I just have to drop this here. -The older leaves the car, jumping the front steps and ringing the bell.

A few seconds later the door is open, Hoseok can't see because of Seokjin's wide shoulders.

Jin leans and Hoseok gasps when he sees that it's you that Seokjin is placing a kiss on the cheek.

Your eyes lock on him, unimpressed but as intense as the night of the party, he is completely frozen, unable to act upon his shocked state.

Jin turns away, getting back in the car while mumbling a random song.

-Who-who is she? -Is all Hoseok manages to ask, eyes not leaving you for a second as you are still watching him from the doorframe.

His friend furrows his brows, chuckling at the question.

-Has it been that long since she had that childish crush on you? That's Y/N, my baby sister, don't you remember how she used to follow you all around?

Hoseok's mouth goes dry, Jin starts the engine.

-I guess she got over you in middle school, thank god, she would never shut up about you!

"I guess she got over you"

Hoseok remembers how he crushed the white rose you once offered him.

"Get over it already, can't you see we will never be together? I don't like you!"

After breaking your heart for the first time, he watched as you cried and begged him not to treat you like that, asking him to be nice like he always was, to see you as he did the other girls, to care for you the way you did for him.

He did, god he did like you, but he could never do that, he could never be with you.

"If any of you ever hit on my sister I swear it's over, I'm never talking to any of you ever again, understood?" Said Seokjin once they all became friends, and those words burned Hoseok's mind while your tears rolled down your face and he wanted nothing more than to clean them.

Now his mind was flooding with the memories of you two days ago, the way you moved, the way you talked, how your eyes burned the sadness and the emptiness from his chest, how he felt alive for the first time in a while.

There, freaking out in silence, he stared at you, wide-eyed, until your brother, his best friend, drove away.

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Requests (12/5/17)

Hi lovelies! These are all the requests I’ve received in the past week or so! Thanks! And don't forget you can now submit your own celebrity tg captions! :D

@madisonbaylor said:

Can you do a caption where a guy named Joseph gets turned into Serena Williams after losing a tennis game?

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you do a game that focuses on Basic Bitches? You could piss off a witch that you called basic, and you have to choose from basic things like uggs, leggings, pumpkin spice lattes and stuff like that to see what kind of basic you become.

I have thought of this game before, but the thing is if you’re a basic bitch you’re a basic bitch. It’s hard for me to think of variants on it, for the results to be different enough to work in a game. I’ll keep working on it though.

Anonymous said:

Can you do another one with Alexa Bliss? Specifically something about her butt?

Like, totally!

Anonymous said:

Can you do something with Jemma Wolf? She's amazing. Maybe something where she beats the viewer at basketball and has to be feminized... Idk

I don’t really know when Jemma Wolf is. Sorry, hon. :(

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption with Natalie Alyn Lind (from the gifted) please

I had to look it up to make sure, but Natalie Alyn Lind IS 18 so yea, I can do this! :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a follow up caption on the recent mean girls one of what he became! thanks!

I’ll see what I can do, sweetie. ;)

Anonymous said:

I saw that you said you love to do basic botch captions, so can you do one where a dude makes fun of a group of girls he calls basic for all dressing the same, so they feminize and hypnotize him into being just like them, except to make him more unique and special they make him the only one of them that likes anal! There's a lot of pics floating around of Jenifer Lopez in yoga pants. If you could use one of those, it'd be great!

Sure thing. ;)

Anonymous said:

Can you make one using Brie Larson in Scott Pilgrim Vs the World where a guy is in a band, and his rival band tries to bimbofy him but it backfires and just gets his band a bigger following?

Yas! LUV Brie Larson in that movie! :D :D

Anonymous said:

can you make a caption with britney spears using an image of the scream and shout video?

Yep. :)

Anonymous said:

Hiya, absolutely love your captions and was hoping you could do some with Tessa Thompson and Aubrey plaza :)

Will do. :)

Anonymous said:

I don’t know how well it would work and u probably have an idea for and xmas game but what about basing it about what present you chose could be either the colour of wrapping or the size/shape of it. Idk how well it would work but it’s an idea

I actual did a game like this last year. You can find it here! Hope you like it. :)

@stoat-hypercube said:

Just out of the blue, how about a caption with Fran Drescher? ^.^

Okay. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you make a choose your destiny game where you make a bet with a witch? She kidnapped the player's girlfriend and to rescue her you have to pull a card from her hand (maybe you could make them tarot instead of regular cards, obviously not all cards, I believe that 6 is enough). Depending of the card, you get to be a different girl and serve the witch (as slave, pet, fellow witch, lover, etc), one of them makes you rescue your girfriend but she now is different and enslves you

Anonymous said:

Do you know that part of the Iliad, before the Trojan War, where three goddesses where arguing about who was the fairest, and then they took a mortal to choose,? And then, each one of them offered different treasures, trying to buy his favor. Well, what if you make a game like this?

I like both these game ideas! I will say I am doing exclusively holiday games in December though, so if January comes around and you want to remind me of any game requests you’ve made go for it! (And that goes for anyone making game requests right now too. Thanks lovelies! :))

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption with Elodie Yung.

Totes!

Anonymous said:

Please do more Natalia Dyer captions. I loved your first one!

Thanks hon! And yep, I can do more with her. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do Kaitlin Olson?

Yep! :)

Anonymous said:

I noticed you haven't done any with Mary Elizabeth Ellis yet. Or Juno Temple either. I'd love if you could do captions with either of them. Also, I noticed you have one with Jillian Bell, but she's barely in it and that's the only one with her on the site. I'd love to see her too if you could.

I can do one for all of these ladies! :)

Anonymous said:

How about a caption with Melanie Martinez?

I literally had to come back in and edit this post before it went up because this morning news broke that Melanie Martinez’s former best friend accused her of sexual assault and her response is problematic to say the least. So for the time being, there will be a hiatus on Melanie Martinez captions.

Anonymous said:

Whatever happened to that sequel to the neon room that you said you were working on months ago?

I still haven’t found the right way to do it. The Neon Room is like one of my most popular posts EVER so I don’t want to give you guys a lazy sequel, I wanna do it right you know?

Anonymous said:

Christmas cap of James getting turned into Victoria Justice (can you make his name Maria at the end of the cap?)

Yes to all! :)

@addicted-to-tg said:

Do you think you could maybe possibly do a werewoman caption where the subject transforms into Meghan Trainor? Thanks! :)

Sure thing. ;)

Anonymous said:

Can you make one with Krysten Ritter, where a guy named Carter finds his girlfriends best friend super annoying, and is enemies with her boyfriend. Then one day wakes up trapped in her body?

Ooooo, I like it! Totes! :D

Anonymous said:

Hey... I was going back and reading some of your older captions... I really liked the two you did with Deborah Ann Woll... and I was wondering if you could make a third one where he accidentally over sleeps on the very last day of the year, and is stuck

I like it! I almost want to wait until a year after the original caption though (which was posted in July) but that’s kind of a long wait. I think I’ll do it sooner than that. :)

@hibyehellojsmd said:

Please do more with Arians grande and a choose your destiny Christmas

I’m going to be posting only Christmas/holiday games this month so no worries there! :) I’ll totally do more with Ariana though too. :)

Anonymous said:

Hello! Could you do a caption of me being transformed into Alicia Silverstone's character from Clueless? My name is Rene. It would be great if I were a nerdy guy being transformed into this ditzy Valley Girl. Thanks!

Sure thing!

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