#mister mv

[melancholic-cinnamon-roll]

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[thesquidkid]

J'ai passé toute la journée à penser à toutes ces femmes, ces personnes trans et non binaires qui ont participé à Speedons, aux messages d'amour et de soutiens qui ont été transmis, aux modos qui ont été incroyables, aux runs de sailor moon et luminescent pride%, au discours de fin de MV. C'est quand même beau ce qu'internet permet

[onlyswan]

oh… love wins all will be in the in which spotify playlist as soon as the single drops TRUST

[theplantbish]

Guys he's just expressing himself

[kpopmultifan]

SONG OF THE DAY (11.28.22): KARA - Mister (2009)

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[ex-justmychampagneproblems]

[alex-the-creature]

what FREEDOMFOREVER actually feels like

[coffee-without-anesthetics]

only crime fuuta ever committed was making such BANGERS

[bunnys-kisses]

team principal

max verstappen - team principal au

cw: smut/pwp, driver!reader, team principal!max, age gap (20/45), power dynamic, (slight) bratty behavior, groping, driver's room sex, oral sex (max receives)

as requested by anon: Driver!reader asking team principal max verstappen for a custom line of all pink and feminine merch because the orange just “washes her out” so he does. And he goes ALL out, bright pink Verstappen Racing flare leggings, and baby tee’s with the MV logo plastered on the chest bc what she wants she gets.

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being part of verstappen racing meant wearing their logo. it had been the logo that max verstappen himself raced with. the 'm' and the 'v' were known prior to the establishment of the f1 team. every team had their logo from ferrari's stallion to red bull's, well, bulls. even teams like hamilton motorsports had their logo.

the problem with max verstappen's merch wasn't the logo, it was how god awful ugly it was. you had a selection of some of the ugliest merch on the planet. why was it all orange?

you had been convinced that your team principal, your boss, only saw the world through orange hues. that was everything was a shade of orange so awful that it would make mclaren blush!

"this is ugly. this is ugly. this is somehow worse! this looks like a halloween collection rather than actual merch. mister verstappen you make more money than anyone i know, hire someone with design sense!" you shook the shirts in your hand.

you knew that almost every driver on the grid couldn't talk to their boss like that. but it was an poorly kept secret that max verstappen had a soft spot for you. he also fucked you two ways to sunday on a weekly, if not daily basis.

max chuckled and leaned back a little in his office chair, "brand integrity is important, schat. a recognizable brand is important to its value."

you made a face, "well, your brand looks like spirit halloween threw up all over the place." then put the items down forcefully. you put your hands on your hips, "and shouldn't brands take risks? try something new? all of you use the same colours, cuts and styles. it's boring!"

max asked, "then what do you have in mind? since you know so much about a brand. i've been doing this since i was seventeen. almost thirty years, schat. longer than you've known how to walk let alone drive." he raised his eyebrows, "since you know so much, dazzle me with your proposal."

max would let his precious driver bark like a yapping dog. but he knew how to keep you quiet. he watched you cower for a moment, realizing that you took it a step too far. max smiled with his face rested against his fist.

you swallowed, "maybe something a little more... feminine.. pink. something cute." you leaned forward at his desk a little, the shirt you wore was his and was a little big on you. your movements revealed the start of a hickey he left on your shoulder the night prior, "mister verstappen, you have the first female driver in a long time. we... could lean into that a little. make it cute!"

max leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on his desk, "cute? verstappen racing is supposed to imposing. strength on the track, and you want pink." he chuckled a little, "the alternate logo besides the initials is a lion. lions aren't cute."

you looked at him, "what about that lion stuffed animal you got me? that's cute. i sleep with it every night." you then pouted a little, a look that always made max weak. you shrugged your shoulders a little as you had your hands behind your back. you swayed a little and suggested, "plus, i could model it as well."

max may have known how to shut you up, but you knew how to make the older man weak in the knees. he sighed and kept his gaze on you, his expression a little softer, "fine. we'll see what we can do, schat. maybe you're right about needing to do something a little different. but i hope you know, whatever item we end up with. you have to show off for me."

your pout dropped and was replaced with a smile. you leaned over the desk to be closer to him and kissed him on the mouth. you held his face and smiled against the kiss. when you eventually pulled away, max watched your turn around to skip out of his office. you said to him as you looked over your shoulder, "thank you, mister verstappen."

-

max verstappen had seen enough in his over forty years on this planet. he had seen many beautiful women over the years, but when he walked into your driver's room and saw you in the newest verstappen merch, he almost fell on his ass. he had seen the line of merch before it got into your hands, but to see you in them was another story.

you were in a pink skirt from home that was almost the exact colour of the baby pink of the baby tee that you were wearing. laid out on the couch of the room was the rest of the merch. the flare leggings, the bucket hat, the baseball cap, a form fitting tank top and even an oversized button up.

all in sickening baby pink.

so much for verstappen being predators on the track. not when you were sickeningly beautiful in the clothing. max held onto the door to the room for a moment to compose himself before he stepped in and shut the door loudly behind him.

"oh!" you perked up as you turned away from the mirror to look at your boss. you smiled at him, "hello, sir." seeing the logo of the team across your tits made his eyes go wide.

"hi." he said as he swallowed, "did they give you the wrong size?" he stepped forward and reached out for you, "and where did you get this skirt?"

you smiled, "oh! this is supposed to be my right size. that's just how the tee are!" he could see your curves and a bit of your stomach. you then added, "and the skirt is from home. i bought it for a matching outfit thing." you swayed your hips from side to side.

this was supposed to be your outfit for media day. something to show off the brand. max scratched the back of his neck and stepped forward. he placed his hands on your hips and gazed at you.

"you're not going out like this. no, no. there has to be something else to wear." he approved all of the items. he saw them from concept to final product. and now you were in the driver's room looking like a whore.

"what about it?" you pouted.

he pulled at the bottom of your shirt and you yelped as it was taken over your head. he made a small disappointed noise as he tossed the shirt to the side. he licked his lips at the sight of your breasts. this was beyond any code violation. if you two got caught. but it was better than you walking around the media section in that shirt.

"you look like you're selling sex rather than the brand! you look like a whore." he said as he held onto your hips. he could feel the leap in his chest at the sight of your breasts on full display for him. only for him.

"doesn't sex sell, mister verstappen?" you said as you pouted a little and you were pulled up against him. your hands on the front of his button up, with his logo on it. you spread your hand across his chest, he noticed that your nails were painted the same pretty pink as the merch. you held onto him as he took you by the ass to press up against him.

"not this kind of sex. this is an invitation for you to cause problems. what if that skirt flips up? what if your nipples poke through the shirt. what is the press got the wrong idea and thought you were a slut." he explained. he spoke like you were a bratty girl who needed to be scolded. to be taught the right way.

you pouted further, "i'm not a slut."

max pushed up your pink tennis skirt over your ass and grabbed handfuls of your ass. it made you yelp and max closed in the space between your lips. before he kissed he said, "i know you're not. but, when you dress like this, you look like one." then kissed you deeply.

his strong hands groped your ass as you felt his cock up against your middle. you shuddered at the feeling of it. you knew that max was quite big. you squirmed a little against him and kissed him deeper.

when he pulled away, he got you down on the couch roughly. you bounced a little and looked up at him. you stuck your chest out a little more and max looked down at you as he rubbed his cock through his slacks. for one of the top racers in the world, you sure looked beautiful below him.

"mister verstappen." you said before you were met with his cock in your face. you didn't say much else but rather wrapped your lips around his cock and let him hold the back of your head. you placed your hands on his strong thighs for support as you took his cock as deep as you could take it.

max shuddered at the feeling of you. you felt like a dream in his grasp. a beauty beyond all others. despite the age gap and the power dynamics, max knew that he could make you top of the grid. you'd be winning championships that would make other drivers jealous.

as you sucked his cock, max saw your future. world champion of formula one. pretty trophies in your apartment in monaco. he already had you in a multi-year contract and no clause to get out of it. first wear the verstappen racing logo then have the verstappen last name. only fitting for a champion after all.

a strong driver needs a strong last name. and as you looked up at him with that soft gaze of yours he panted a little heavier. all dolled up for him, in his merch. you were right about the need for cuter clothes, that orange washed you out. you looked cuter in the soft pinks.

"you look good like this." he said as he tapped your nose and you made a playful noise. too precious, too beautiful for him. he loved the sight of you seated with his cock in your mouth.

you continued to suck him off and max got both hands in your hair. he pressed you up against him a little tighter and let your throat clench around his cock. he remembered the first time you sputtered and coughed when he came in your mouth. but now you took it all like the champion he knew you were.

"you're going to do so well for the press." he said, "answer all their questions. be a good girl. you know you will be. just like you are now, taking me so beautifully." he patted your cheek lovingly before he pulled you further onto his cock once more.

he watched you shudder against him as you tried to take his entire length. you could almost feel his pubic hair against your nose as you whined against him. you whined a little bit from the back of your throat and continued to suck him off. you brought him pleasure that made the team principal see stars.

he cupped your face in those large hands for a moment, "you like that don't you? having me in your throat, you're so beautiful. i don't know if anyone told you about the bidding war to get you on my team." your eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled deeply, "had to play dirty."

you whimpered in response. you didn't know about the bidding war for you a year earlier. you knew that you had a few offers when you ended up in formula one.

those blue eyes looked down at you and max licked his lips. you could feel his gaze on you as he continued to rock up into your throat. he panted a little, he could feel his shirt cling to his toned back from the sweat. "not easy to get under hamilton's skin. but i got him to back off, the same with red bull. i only wanted the best and i got it. now she's sucking my cock and wearing my logo."

you whined a little bit and it was music to max's ears. you were his prize. your teammate was good too, but max didn't hear church bells when he was around. you were max's pet project, that he just simply happened to fuck often.

he'd make you a champion. team principals played favourites all the time, and max in a way was no better than them. at least max got something else out of it. those pretty soft lips around his cock. he held onto you tightly as he continued to thrust into your mouth.

you clung to him as you could feel the ache in your throat. you kept your eyes closed and you were wet between the thighs. max briefly got more aggressive with his thrusts before he finished in your mouth. you whimpered and swallowed it eagerly.

the salty taste in your mouth was familiar and you opened your eyes to look at your boss. when you pulled your mouth off of his cock. you kissed the tip and smiled at him a little.

if max had more time, he'd be making a full mess of you. but the press would want to see the star of the track soon enough. he rubbed his cock up against your lips and nose before he said, "i want you to wear the merch next time i fuck you. you're mine, got it?"

you nodded softly and said, "yes, mister verstappen. always."

when you did the interview, you still wore the outfit. despite protests from your boss. you were all smiles for the camera, but max lingered close by. just in case someone got the wrong idea. as if max's name and logo weren't plastered across your pretty tits. but, it did get the older man thinking as he watched from a short distance.

max's mind wandered to other ways to have you wear his logo. he wondered if collars and chokers were still popular with young women. he wondered if he could get you in something with a tag with his name on it. maybe it wouldn't be sold as merch for the public, but he wouldn't mind if his star driver wore it. <3

[shinestarhwaa]

MINGIWONKA || SONG MINGI

You thirsty whores wanted Mingi to fuck you with his cane so here we are: getting freaky with MingiWonka

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship AU, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, dirty language, praise kink, sir kink, paraphilia (use of weird objects during sex: his cane), kinda funny imo

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

''Mingi, I can't believe you actually dressed up as Willy fucking Wonka for this comeback. That's insane,'' you laughed when Mingi entered your LA hotel room, still wearing his outfit from the MV filming set. He had begged his stylists to let him wear it for the rest of the day, thinking it'd be hilarious to surprise you in it. After a lot of begging, they let him and here he was; Wonka'ing into your bedroom while you laughed at him.

''Oh come on, isn't it sexy? Mingi Wonka is a vibe right? Don't you like it just a little bit?'' he said with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. ''Well,'' you started as you eyed him up and down. He grinned and took off his hat and put it on yours instead. ''Is this some weird scenario like... you get the hat, you ride the chocolatier?'' ''Only if you want to,'' he said, as he subtly kicked the wooden cane with his foot.

You stared him up and down once again, your eyes gliding over the shiny purple jacket, grey slacks that barely hid the fat dick it was holding back. You watched how his fingers played with the cane, stroking it slowly. ''You're fixated on that? While you could look at me?'' ''Well I apologize, mister Wonka, I did not reali-'' ''No, no, no, you shush right now, I can give you just what you want, miss Wonka.''

He got on his knees in front of you and pulled down your silky pajama shorts down, as well as your cotton panties. You licked your lips and laid down against the soft pillows as you spread your legs for your boyfriend. This was the weirdest kind of role-play you've ever done, but to be fair he wanted to put on a Sailor Moon costume on himself once.

Mingi peppered kisses from your upper thighs to your knees and back to your inner thigh, pressing his lips everywhere except where you needed them. ''Mingi, please,'' you whined softly. ''Mhm, patience my love, I gotta prepare you don't I?''

Finally, you felt his lips brush over your wet pussy. You had been thinking of him all night anyway so you were quite aroused even before he came home. Now that he put the thought of fucking MingiWonka in your head you got even wetter. You threw the large hat on the ground and moaned when he started to lick and suck at your clit.

You ran your hand through his hair and moaned out, chest heaving as your breathing picked up. ''Oh God, baby that feels so good,'' you whined. Mingi's tongue worked inside your cunt and made you feel things you only felt when you're with him. Pure magic and pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slid two of his long, thick fingers into your pussy. He kept licking and sucking repeatedly on your sensitive clit, making you moan louder for him. You were a little embarrassed as half of the hotel could probably hear you unravel for him but what could you do when he handsome MingiWonka wanted to use his tongue on your pretty little pussy?

His velvety tongue flicked your bud a few times more before you felt yourself getting closer to climaxing. Mingi groped your thighs and ass with his free hand and made you see stars as the pleasure took over your mind, body and soul. His face was completely burried in your pussy as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly and your body shivered as he rode out your high, flicking your clit with his tongue a few more times.

Mingi panted and got up from the bed, stripping himself bare while smirking at you, a disheveled mess in front of him. ''Look at that... Aren't you such a good little girl for me? I'm gonna give you what you want now, huh? Weren't you looking at this beauty for a while?'' Mingi smirked as he showed you his cane, tracing it lightly.

Your eyes went wide and your pussy clenched. ''A-Are you fucking me with that, Min?'' ''Turn around and ass up, babygirl,'' he ordered you. You couldn't believe him and his crazy mind sometimes but this was something you never could've thought of before. Nevertheless, you obeyed him, getting on your knees and resting on your elbows while pushing your ass up for him. ''That's a good girl,'' he praised you as he cleaned off the cane and lubed it up.

''Now give me a good view of that pretty little pussy, Y/N,'' Mingi said in a raspy voice, positioning himself behind you. You spread your legs a little more for him and waited in anticipation. You took a deep breath when you felt the cold material prod against your hole. ''Oh God, sir,'' you whispered.

Soon enough it pushed inside you with force and your elbows gave out. Your moans were muffled by the pillow underneath you, where your head was pressed in as Mingi rutted the cane into your cunt deeply. It pushed in and out and soon enough he picked up the pace, adjusting the angles to find the exact spot you loved it so much.

You whined loudly and started trembling, your previous orgasm still leaving you sensitive. ''That's a good girl, taking anything I give to you, hm?'' ''Y-Yes, Oh my God, for you sir, for you!'' ''That's right, sir Wonka is in charge here. So if I wanna fuck you with this cane and stuff it into your wet, needy pussy that's what we're gonna do, hm?''

After repeatedly hitting your g-spot and making you moan like a bitch in heat he started to push it deeper inside you, making you scream out loud. Your breathing was heavy and you felt how hot and red your face was, the entire situation nearly becoming too much. You started to grind back on the cane, fucking yourself on it as Mingi forced you to take more and more into your cunt.

''Such a talented little pussy, taking it like that. You're such a talented little girl aren't you? And so dirty, God, are you gonna cum on this angel? Is this beautiful cane that belongs to sir gonna make you cum, and scream and fucking come undone?''

''Yes! Yes it is, sir, oh my God it is!'' you screamed. It was only a matter of a few more thrusts before you felt yourself tremble and shudder as you came for him, cunt twitching and clenching on the cane. When you calmed down he pulled it out and smirked at your gaping hole and then on the slick covering the cane he used as an MV prop just hours ago.

Mingi tossed aside the cane and did not warn you as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning out and throwing his head back. He pounded his thick cock inside you and you had no choice but to take it and let him ruin you. ''Please, please, please,'' you whimpered.

''Please what, little one? What do you want? Is sir's cock not enough? Or is sir's cock so fucking good you're gonna cum again like a little-''

''Yes! Yes, it's too good!'' you interrupted him, clenching down on his cock and earning a low groan from him. He rocked into you and gripped your ass tight, kneading the flesh in his hands. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, combined with loud squeels muffled by the plush pillow.

''Are you gonna cum again baby? Aren't you a filthy little girl, jesus, you're gonna take my load baby, gonna take sir's load like a good girl while you cum, isn't that right?'' He thrusted harder into you when you didn't answer him. ''Isn't that right?'' he snapped.

You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock pulsated inside you, spilling his cum into your clenching cunt. You whined and cried out his name as you came for a third time.

When he pulled his cock out of your cunt and watched it leak out you let your entire body fall back on the bed, absolutely spent. Mingi grinned and took you into his arms. He strokes your hair gently and kissed your head. ''You've done so well for me baby, you were insane.''

''I am insane? Didn't you just fuck me with a cane?'' ''Maybe a bit. I went bazonka like Willy Wonka.'' ''Don't ever say that again, Min.''

[geluckgk]

By the way, Antoine Daniel won't be streaming qsmp or anything on his channel from today to the end of the weekend because he will be at SpeeDons !

I know it's in french so a few people will see but let me sell Speedons to you !

Speedon is a charitative event that happens every year organised by Mister Mv and a lot of french streamers go to help with entertainment/casting and this year Antoine is there full time !

It is a speedrunig event for medecin du monde (Doctors of the world) made to raise money. Players take turn speedrunig their games of prédilection, sometimes getting close to record, sometimes beating them (tetris in 2023). Obiously the commentary in french is really great but if you don't speak french and like speedrun I invite you to tune in for a game you like just to enjoy the performance !

To show you how impresive the marathon is and when each games are played here is this year planning :

Last year they managed to raise 1 252 637 € , and we hope to collect even more this year <3

If you are interested, don't hesitate to take a peek at MisterMv stream !

[hyunjinets]

Paring: Gang leader Mingi x Lawyer reader

Word count 2.2k

Genre: Romance, slight angst, non idol au

Warnings: some suggestive themes, some cursing and some violence

Notes: this is my first fanfic since I was like 14 so please bear with me while I learn how to write again ,I didn’t dive to much into the lawyer part but there is hints

Tried to make it gender neutral, there is no y/n but just some lil names like : Angel, Love, Gorgeous

Heavily inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song and mv Please Please Please cause I just love the concept of it

“ I know I have good judgment, I know i have good taste  “

I sighed as I slid into the seat and took my sunglasses off and gazed at the little smirk my boyfriend gave me through the glass. I grabbed the phone that allows me to talk to him “ hi baby”  he said while putting his hand up to glass, i did the same giving him a little smile “hi Mingi “ Mingi has always been a trouble maker ever since i met him, he was a pretty notorious gang leader, i was a lawyer who had to deal with his gangs cases all the time. I knew better than to fall for someone like him but he had some sort of charm that attracted me to him when I met him. When we first started seeing each other he promised me he would do better and he was for the most part but now I'm looking at him through a glass right now. he got caught doing something stupid again, deep down i was disappointed but i know he’s different than the rest so i decided to listen to his story this time “Minks what happened love?” He made this face that always got me hooked, he looked at me with such love but always had this dopey little grin on his face as he told me he got caught doing some petty little crime. It’s bad  I know but I couldn't help give him that same soft loving smile. He continued his story and we talk about some other things before visitation was over, he gave me sad puppy eyes as i got ready to get up leave placing his hand on the glass like he did before “ i wish we had more time together, I miss you so much my love” i instantly melted at the sight “ i know baby i will get you out of here soon my love “ placing my hand where his was, wishing it could just go through the glass and hold his “ see you soon minks “ i go and stand up adjusting my outfit. I wore something somewhat discreet  as I was not one to bring attention to myself, I waved at him and he blew me a kiss “ bye baby, thinking about you always” I couldn’t help but  smile as I started my way out of the jail.

A few days later Mingi was put on trial and I was able to bail him out. I sat outside leaning against my car waiting  for him to be able to leave more dress up than usual just for him. The doors opened as he sauntered out with that same stupid little smirk of his. I smiled as  walked up to me and warped his arms around me and gave me a kiss “ hello gorgeous, i missed you so much” even though it has only been not even a week i also missed him just as much. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my hips, slightly pushing me against my car “ I missed you too my  love “ I smiled at him before poking him sternly in the chest “ but you have 3 strikes mister. If you keep messing up like this you will have to be punished” he gave me that same smirk and lifted one of his eyebrows in a questionable look “ oh?” i nodded before slipping out f his grasp and walking to the driver side, as he immediately followed and opened my door for me “I'm serious Mingi, please don't embarrass me” even though i tried to be serious with him i couldn't with that face he gave me “ I wouldn't  dream of it angel”   he laughed and walked over to the passenger side and got in. I started the car and before we drove off I looked over at him and smiled, only hoping he wouldn't prove me right.

“ whatever devils inside you, don't let them out tonight”

It’s been a few months since the first incident and things have been going smoothly, Mingi has been so dotting and  loving, taking me out on dates and buying me nice things, I never questioned how he got the money or how he got some of the things he did but i could assume he had to rough someone up for it. The night was going so well, Mingi invited me out to a club

with some of his gang members. Normally i don't go out and party often but I couldn't deny his puppy eyes plus he has been so attentive and despite what they do I actually get along with his members especially wooyoung. We had a few drinks and Mingi seemed to be having a good time  with his members when i walked up to him and gently tugged on his shirt, i leaned into him and got closer so he could hear me “ minks can we please step out for a little bit i could use some fresh air” he nodded slightly concerned “ everything alright angel?” I nodded “ I just need a breather, " I smiled at him and took his hand into mine as we walked out the club.

We stepped out and he led me to  a small side alley away from the entrance where people are still trying to get in. I leaned against the wall as he wrapped  an arm around my waist and rested his forehead against mine looking into my eyes. He gave me a soft kiss and i leaned into it, we continued to share soft kisses until a shadow came over us and he was suddenly pulled away from me , ‘ what the fuck “ he yelled as he was suddenly punched in the face, as he stumbled back he was grabbed by the collar. A man who was not much bigger than Mingi had him in his grasp yelling “ how fucking dare you show your face around here, after what you and your gang did!” from the looks of the man he looked to be another rival leader and he had few of his members with him. I gasped in shock and fear as he landed another punch on Mingi letting him go, Mingi’s head sharply turned to the side as he spat out some blood that has build up in his mouth, he turned his head back and glared at the man seemingly recognizing him “ maybe you and your lackeys shouldn't have been on my turf messing with my things”.The man angrily growled and Mingi got ready for another blow he quickly yelled out for me to go get the others from inside. I nodded and hurriedly went rushing back inside, hardly missing one of the man's members reaching out to grab me. As I ran  in I hurriedly looked around for one of the others quickly spotting them standing around a table drinking, i rushed over and started yelling over the music so they could hear me  “ guys please help, Mingi is being jumped by some rival gang “ as i was telling them where he was at the first one to jump up and rush out was Yunho who was like his second in command  the others quickly following behind him wooyung decided to stay behind with me to make sure im okay, after some time past and i sat worriedly, wooyoung led me out and back to my car. As we reached my car Mingi was there waiting for us his face bloody and bruised, wooyoung led me over to him as I sat on the hood of my car taking Mingi into my arms, wooyoung patted him on the shoulder and left to go home telling Mingi to text him later. I gently grabbed Mingis face  gently running a finger over his bruise, he winced away at first before leaning into my touch ‘ you okay Mings” i say as he gives me that dopey little smile “ m’fine Angel, you should see the other guy “ he laughs and i give him a soft smile caressing his cheek, We sat there for a few minutes before i felt my car move move slightly, something was in my trunk. I gently pushed Mingi off me and hopped off my car with him following me. I quickly opened my trunk letting out a short gasp as I saw the guy who Mingi fought with battered, bruised, gagged  and tied up in my trunk. I slowly turn to Mingi giving him a disappointed look : Mingi what is this “ he gave me a sheepish smile “ sorry love but i couldn't let him get away with this” i sighed and asked him how this even started in the first place  and he told me how this guy has been messing around his so called “turf “ for months so they finally got back at him, apparently the rival gang just so happened to be at the same club and decided to get revenge tonight. I shut my trunk back and gave Mingi a pointed look  feeling a flush of embarrassment wondering is someone potentially saw the chaos or if they saw who was in my trunk at the moment  “ Mingi we talked about this, you said you would do better and not start unnecessary

fights” Mingi shrugged “ technically he started it soooo “. I sighed, feeling so disappointed in him that I stepped away and started walking to the driver's  side. Mingi followed closely behind, opening the door for me like he always did. I sat in the driver's seat and started my car. He closed my door before while pouting “ you’re not mad at me are you Angel?” I gave him a look to express my feelings with him “ You really need to learn to do better Mings” I didn't want to tell him that I couldn't have him embarrassing me and that his actions could ruin my reputation. He continued to pout as I drove away while trying not to cry the makeup I did perfectly just for the night, while on my way I had to figure out what I was gonna do with the guy in my trunk.

 If you wanna go and be stupid don't do it in front of me”

It took about a week or two for me to finally give into Mingi’s begging and pleading for me to give him another chance. I ultimately decided that was his second strike and he has one more before punishment. He swears up and down that he wouldn’t do anything stupid and that he would be good for me. So when he came to my door begging to take me out for dinner and take me to an  arcade because what could go wrong there, I said yes to it. He took me out to a nice little restaurant and then took me to an arcade that stays open later. Everything was going well until someone accidentally bumped into him and he ended up getting into a fight with the said person and accidentally breaking one of the claw machines during the fight. I stood in front of him as he was being put into handcuffs. One of the workers was tending to the person Mingi fought with while the others looked in shock. I gently caressed  his face as he struggled to get closer to me while the cops were pulling him away. While they were taking him away i just watched, crossing my arms and shaking my head while whispering to myself “ please please please don’t prove I'm right” 

Another week passed and I was able to pull some strings and get him bailed out. like the first time I was leaning against the hood of my car waiting for him to walk out. When he finally did he looked more down than he usual cocky smirk. He walked up to me and i sighed rolling my eyes before getting up and going to the driver's seat, he like always opened the door for me then got in on the other side,   

When we finally made it home I decided that was his final strike. He was sitting in the chair in front of me, giving me this look. I couldn't tell if he regretted it or not but either way he needed to be punished for it. I grabbed some handcuffs that I got from a cop friend of mine before dangling  them in front of his face. I got up and started to walk towards him seductively, when I was finally in front of him he gave me a smirk, I just smiled at him before going around and handcuffing his arms to the chair. I went and grabbed some duct tape and went to face him again. I laughed slightly at his  face. He caught onto what I was doing and seemed to accept his fate. I leaned forward and put a piece of duct tape over his mouth. I stepped back admiring my work before  and taking on his reaction. I thought a lot about my feelings for him and  even though he does stupid things sometimes I know I could never change him and maybe just maybe I liked him this way. I caressed his face and leaned forward once more before giving him a kiss that he leaned into. I  patted his cheek and straightened up before walking away to let him sit there and suffer for a little bit longer. I love him but he is still being punished after all. When I left Mingi just sighed and accepted his fate but he knows that he is completely whipped for me.

   “ Please Please Please”

[cupidjyu]

tropical romance flavor

juyeon x reader (request)

genre: summer date, fluff, flirting, shy juyeon but he also likes to kiss, inspired by scenes from the lip gloss mv notes: did i write this in class you tell me word count: 1.8k

It was fun to just live in the moment. Even when things were going horribly wrong, a person could always just enjoy.

But you weren’t the philosopher. You were the one who followed the philosophy. Or at least tried. It was hard to live in the moment when you were constantly bombarded by stress and demands that weighed down on you like a chunk of iron on your back. But hence, that didn’t mean you were completely alone.

“Whenever you’re ready,” A voice spoke, outside of the door.

You sighed, staring at yourself in the mirror. This was all Juyeon’s idea: a summer date where he would drive you to the beach because apparently, he had his driver's license now. He never told you until recently.

You had insisted there was no need–that the tension in your mind would eventually resolve itself. But he had urged you that he wanted to. Wanted to take you out and make you smile. And who were you to deny his sparkly eyes and cat-like grin?

With your beach attire on, as opposed to the work clothes you were constantly forced to wear early in the morning, you creaked the door open. Juyeon immediately looked up and you could feel your cheeks warm at his sheer expression. It was… so soft and loving as his gaze raked over you with kind eyes.

“What time will we get there?” You asked, your voice wobbling with embarrassment.

“Hm?” His eyes were completely elsewhere.

“Focus,” You grumbled, crossing your arms over yourself.

“Cannot,” He mumbled, stepping forward and hooking an arm around your waist. “Not when you look this beautiful.” If you peered any more closely, you could see that he was blushing. Simply at the sight of you.

“Don’t fawn over me like that,” You whined. “It’s embarrassing. You’ve seen me dress like this before.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t love how you look every time.” He smiled cheekily. His grip on your waist tightened as he tried to press his lips against yours, but with a click of your tongue, you pulled away. He pouted at your action.

“What time will we get to the beach?” You enunciated every syllable and raised an eyebrow. “Answer my question first, mister.”

“Five,” He muttered and before you could protest, he was pulling you in and against his warm lips. Breaking apart, he smiled. “I can kiss you now right?”

Shoving him shyly, you stepped away. “You already did.”

“Again?”

“No, you lunatic.” Your cheeks flushed. “Let’s go already.”

“But you’re so–”

“Lead the way,” You laughed bashfully, twisting away and pushing him to the door. “No more kissing.”

“But I love y–”

“No more!”

He still snuck in one more kiss and also a whisper of the word “pretty” before he opened the car door for you.

–

“Will you always be my biggest fan?” Juyeon called out, dribbling the basketball under his large hand.

“You have to prove it,” You replied back, sticking your tongue out playfully and sitting on the curb. He laughed and turned around, away from you, allowing you to privately ogle at him playing. The way his hair ruffled against the wind and how his tan skin glistened with ocean mist… you wondered just how handsome a man could be.

After getting the ball in a few times, he turned to you, smiling that adorable bright smile, his deep voice resonating with an attractive laugh.

“What do you think?” He tilted his head jokingly.

“Amazing.” You rolled your eyes but still smiled, allowing your chest to relax just at the sight of him. Maybe you did need this beach date.

“Then what about you?” He spoke, walking over to you. He held his hand out, waiting for you to take it. And then he led you to the basketball hoop and placed the ball in your hands. “Shoot.”

You scowled. “You know I’m perfectly good at this.” With a determined look, you turned to the hoop and threw the ball with all of your strength. Though it went far enough, your aim seemed to be off that day because it completely missed the white square.

He laughed fondly before picking up the ball.

And then he turned to you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“This one’s for the love of my life,” He said.

You stifled a chuckle watching as he adorably glared at the hoop. Except, when he shot, the ball ended up much, much farther away. Instead, it went over and around, landing in one of the bushes.

He stared at you with a grimace.

“Juyeon,” You laughed. “What was that?”

Then he started panicking. “That– that was a mistake. You know I love you right? Even if I…” He trailed off with a guilty look. “...missed horribly.”

At this point, you had tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. You leaned against him, throwing your arms around his neck and hiding your face in his shoulder. His hands snaked around you, pulling you close.

“Of course.” You grinned. “I love you too.”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Then he pulled away, gazing at you with so much affection.

“Thirsty?”

You smirked. “For you? Yes.”

He sputtered at that, his cheeks tinting pink. You loved to tease him.

–

Now at the drink stand set up by the shore, there was a girl working there with a bright and kind smile. You leaned over the counter and ordered two drinks while Juyeon was behind you and… still embarrassed over his failed dedicated basketball shot.

You handed him his drink as you took a sip of yours and led him off to sit on one of the beaches. It was refreshing and strawberry-flavored, bright red in your hand.

Turning to him, you grinned. “Can I try yours?”

“Go ahead, anything for you,” He whispered. But what he didn’t expect, was for you to lean in and press your lips to his, even swiping your tongue against his bottom lip. He stared down at you in utter shock, his eyes adorably wide.

Licking your lips, you smiled innocently. “Delicious.”

He only stuttered, his gaze averting from yours. “You can’t just– do that.”

“I can do whatever I want,” You smugly replied. “I can do this,” You whispered before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And this.” Another kiss on the other cheek.

He only stared at you in shock and mortification. “What are you doing?”

“Loving you.”

He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek as he held back a giddy smile. “I’ll make it up to you. Just you wait,” He grumbled. You only laughed fondly. His gaze traveled down to his straw which had somehow bent in an awkward way.

“I’ll get a new one,” He muttered, still avoiding your teasing gaze as he turned back to the drink stall.

It was silent after he had left. Well, up until you heard a laugh. Not from your boyfriend, but the girl working the stall.

When you turned around, you giggled at the sight. Juyeon was walking back from the stall, his cheeks flaming red and puffed from embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I had—“ He winced. “Strawberry-flavored kiss marks on my cheeks? She laughed at me.”

You only laughed louder as you came to the realization that he hadn’t made a single effort to wipe the kiss marks off. Pulling him down to sit next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder with a fond smile.

“You’re so cute.”

—

“This is just great,” He grumbled. The car humorously sputtered in response, refusing to start. You were lucky that it was now evening since you both were now completely stranded in the middle of the street, only the beach and ocean accompanying you.

Your eyes softened at his frown.

“Let’s go,” You whispered.

“Where?” There was a crease in between his eyebrows now.

“The beach.” You smiled. “That was the main attraction after all.”

“But we could have driven to a better spot,” He said.

“I don’t mind.” You grinned, already stepping out of the broken car. “As long as I’m with you.”

He stared at you in slight shock before flushing prettily. “Then say less.” He was practically jumping out of the driver’s seat and rushing over to you, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Now walking along the shoreline, the ocean water occasionally splashing across your feet, the two of you couldn’t stop staring and smiling at each other.

Under the moonlight, Juyeon looked positively charming. His hair was slightly messy from the breeze and his eyes were twinkling with the sparkles of the stars and also… love.

“Thank you for this,” You whispered, looking up at him with a soft smile. “For helping me to just live in the moment.”

“Every moment with you is worth it,” He replied, smiling back down at you. “I would throw away everything for you.”

“My god,” You laughed, hiding your face in his shoulder briefly. “So charming.”

“And you’re beautiful,” He muttered as a gentle hand came up to the side of your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “So beautiful.”

Your heart was practically thumping out of your chest. Tilting your chin up, you were about to connect lips with his, but the tide almost swept you off your feet. With a yelp, you panicked, only to feel Juyeon’s hands around your waist, steadying you.

And again, your heart thumped and thumped. His gaze fell to your lips and easily and calmly, like the ocean waves, he leaned in for a soft kiss. You immediately melted under his arms, your lips pulling up into a shy smile as he tilted his head slightly.

When he broke apart, you were laughing shyly.

“What are you doing?” You smiled.

He shook his head with amusement.

“Loving you.”

“Wow, that’s—“ But he was interrupting you with another kiss, this time a bit deeper—more passionate. His hands tightened but his grasp was always gentle. Looping your arms around his neck, you kissed him with the rising tide now reaching up to your knees.

“I think we should go home,” He spoke hurriedly, gazing at you with a fond look.

“Why?” You teased.

“So I can kiss you more,” He whispered.

“Then let’s go home,” You giggled.

—

“How do we get home exactly?” You laughed, eyeing the car that still refused to start.

He looked at you sheepishly. “I forgot about that.”

Pulling out his phone, he dialed a car mechanic to come and help. Meanwhile, the two of you would have to wait, completely stranded under the dim street lights.

He hung up and turned to you. And with that signature, cat-like smile, he walked you backwards until you were pinned against the car.

“Then I guess I’ll kiss you right here.”

“Juyeon—“ You stuttered.

“And right now,” He whispered, tilting your chin up with his hand. Giving up, you let him kiss you softly and gently until there was a honk from another car who needed to drive by.

[moonlightyong]

“his eyes break into me and i read the deepest envy of his soul on the tip of his tongue. it reads “you”.

– pairing: yuta nakamoto x fem!reader [self-insert reader, written from “I” pov]

– genre: light fluff, mostly suggestive

– wc: 2221 words [one shot]

– warnings: yuta and reader are ridiculously in love AND horny, there’s a lot of sexual tension in there, t e a s i n g, long ass make out session, switch undertones for the both of them (but ig you could say yuta is mostly the one in control), reader is a lil’ brat and our man sir nakamoto absolutely loves it, kinda possessive behavior at some point (?), yuta is a brat tamer who’s disgustingly and desperately enamored with the reader (lucky for him, she also is)

– author’s note: alright alright team, here’s this lil’ piece of writing i came up with not so long ago. i had just watched the bat mv and let’s just say mister nakamoto got me weak… next thing u know, i was writing this lil’ thingy and getting mentally consumed by the idea of [red-haired, biker, dressed in all black] yuta nakamoto. anyway, feedback is highly appreciated and without further ado; enjoy!!

– playlist:

the bat – nct u

blinding lights – the weeknd

into it – chase atlantic

half of my heart – josh makazo

crazy in love – sofia karlberg

I can still feel his hot breath there. It’s like tattooed on the bridge of my neck. He owns every pulse of my body, as small and discreet as they may be. He knows he’s the maestro of every sound I utter at unholy hours of the night. His eyes, dark and unpredictable, pierce through me, through the veil of my soul and read all of my secrets. The secrets I have for myself, for strangers and for the world. He knows my body like a handmade map, one he would’ve solely drawn in a dream of his; like the back of a hill, of a secluded meadow submerged by lilies and daffodils in the backyard of someone. Maybe I should’ve kissed him longer. Maybe I should’ve held him longer.

I’m accustomed to his taste, a cherry-like tint tattooed in the back of my brain. His handprints grew canyons in the anchor of my hips and I shiver every time my fingers graze against those haphazard souvenirs. His catchy lips burn crimson paint like candle wax on my skin and it’s so hard to feel regretful of them once the morning comes. The moonlight taints his body like a second skin and I feel even more enamored with him once his shadow is overcast with the glazing colors of the moon. His brown irises burn through me with hope and love and I glance back at him with empty promises of eternity. His name is engraved somewhere on my elbow and mine is forever mingled with the strings of his heart. I breathe in and he breathes out. We look at each other through heavy eyelids and find peacefulness in our embrace. I trace the pale skin of his left arm and imagine myself laying there for the rest of my days. He kisses the top of my head and puts a rebellious strand of hair behind my ear. And then, we both know we’ll do it all over again tomorrow.

[03:58 a.m]

Johnny’s House, Hongdae District

His rough hands find their way around my waist like the way back home. His lips instinctively pepper soft kisses down the stream of my neck; a way to greet me, a way to soften my mind. And, right as a familiar wind of warmth unravels in the deepest part of my lower body, he gives me the signal my whole being has been awaiting —and he secretly has been waiting for as well— : “Let’s go”. And just like that, we’d leave our friends behind at whatever party we were at and hop on his dark red Kawasaki. We ride into the night, the darkness of the city falling upon us like a cape and the blinding lights of high buildings and streetlights guiding us towards our sinful destination. And, just like every other night, I’d end up with my back pressed against his off-white wall as his hands would roam around my body, senselessly yet meaningfully. Then, his long fingers would take hold of my face and have me look up at him. A fire glances back at me from the depth of his gaze and, although I’m afraid I’d get burnt if I dared catch it, an irreproachable force in the seed of my soul pushes me to get closer and graze said fire. And I do. I get on my tippy-toes and press a kiss on the borders of his lips. Such an act, I suppose, is enough to light up the flame in his core. His hands hold my face tighter, closer, as if I was a dove and he was afraid I’d fly away if he were to loosen his grip for even a second. His soul bleeds in the grip of my touch and I paint his mouth with colors of my own. Each step we take brings us closer to the other, each grasp on each other’s body is a bit more powerful, leaving us with an unrivalled longing for the other’s touch. His eyes break into me and I read the deepest envy of his soul on the tip of his tongue. It reads “You”.

The epitome of desire rises in us like a treasured sunrise and all we’re thinking of is how to have all of each other at once. His fingers then trace along the lines of my body like a sacred poem, one he would recite to the stars every night right before heading to the land of faded dreams. I get lost in the overwhelming sensation of him, waiting, anticipating and craving for more. And, by the sole flutter of my eyelashes followed by a sound his soul cherishes, oh, so much, he gets the hint of what it is that I desire more than anything on this lonely night. The amber resting in the chambers of his onyx gaze then catches fire, like it was always meant to. A pleading sign of authorization flashes through his inky eyes and I, reading him like a book my past self wrote fifty-thousand years ago, start unbuttoning his dark shirt. The feeling of his rough skin melting upon my soft fingertips somewhat feels like an oxymoron, and yet, it’s like they’ve always belonged there. I patch up the torn areas of his skin with a stamp of my lips, so that he can remember me when I’m gone, so that I can find my way back there later on.

Slowly but surely, I make my way down the column of his torso, leaving purple-tinted evidence of my existence on the lands of his body. His wondrous whispers encourage me to keep going on my quest, to sow more seams of my eternal love for him on the road of ecstasy. And when I nibble a tempting patch of skin right under his symbolic butterfly tattoo at the extremity of his left side and then latch my tongue to underline the now bruised golden skin, I feel him shiver under my touch. Pride dances a waltz with the corners of my mouth right as an enchanting melody leaves the trenches of his throat. The simple consequences of what I’ve done to his body paired with the view of me kneeling right before him creates a dark tornado birthed in a cracked abyss of pleasure at the pit of his core.

A phantom aura of hopelessness and helplessness rejoicing in the definition of “skinny love” wavers above him, slowly lingering across his singular features. “The things you do to me…” A mumble just as loud as a whisper resonates in the house and in my inner walls, deep within. I look up at him, his enamored expression scratching my soul with melancholy and his gaze holding mine captive for the better. He looks disheveled in a metaphorical sense, a cry for surrender glistening in the catacombs of his eyes. I crack a smile at his state, the state I put him in. Suddenly, he grabs my forearms and puts me back up. We’re facing each other again, an electrifying tension, murderous to the touch, moving between our aching bodies. I look up at him with the word ‘challenge’ spelled out in my irises, reflecting the dilemma in his own. The daring glaze in my stare does not miss him and I’m standing there, anxiously and impatiently waiting for him to do something, anything. Yet, the ruined look flickering at the surface of the charcoal pool that are his eyes alert me of something; he still is bewitched by my touch, he still wants more of me. As a grin takes over my features, his are still soft with a newly found drop of harshness right in the middle. His silk-like hands wrap around my jawline like the clouds gently welcome the night sky after dusk and then, astonishingly, he pulls my face closer to his in a harsh tug. “You know you drive me crazy, don’t you, angel?” He no longer looks wrecked. The previously ruined look shining in his eyes had set and let a newly yet familiar assertive look rise in their premises. I swallow, hard. It is now his turn to grin.

Goosebumps cover my entire skin and my heartbeat is having a race against the million thoughts running through my mind. Yuta, on the opposite, looks pretty confident. Serene, even. And yet, as scared as I look, a wave of excitement is crashing against my chest and a flash of desire is coursing through my mellow eyes. Yuta’s own eyes catch with amusement, cling onto that hint delivered by my deepest self. And, in less than a second it takes to let out a breath, to think a thought, his lips crash into mine. It’s a kiss fueled by hunger, by lust, by mesmerism. Our bodies are trapped in an endless kind of colliding, yet, our souls feel like we’re barely touching. They need more. We need more. In a sudden rush, he takes off my tank top and I’m more than content by his action. His hands start roaming freely on my body, exploring a location he knows like the back of his hand. He lets the weight on his eyelids get the best of him as his mind, heart and soul get lost in the crevices of my essence. Yuta, as the cocky motherfucker that he is, is sure of many things. But one thing he is the most certain of is that nobody on this earth knows my body like he does. He is sure he could paint it; curves and bones, flesh and light, even the smallest details like that mole I have right under my left eye. And I don’t doubt him on that.

Once his eyes flutter back open, I’m greeted by an amorous glint in them. He looks at me like he held the whole world right there, in the palms of his hands, and whispers in a tone that could only be painted in honey: “I was made for you, love”. His hands caress the outlines of my face in the softest way known to mankind and the love he has in his eyes deepen, “And you…” His right hand lands a sharp slap on my behind, making me let out a shaky whine, not expecting the sudden change in his behavior yet not minding it a bit. I then jump up and he catches me in a steady hold, wrapping my legs around him as his hands ease the dazzling, scarlet-tinted stinging on my ass. His grip tightens and I can perfectly feel the flexing of his arms around me, a dizzying warmth taking over my whole being. This sudden act and incredulous proximity result in our foreheads ending up against each other. As his eyes bore into mine, he mutters in a hoarse voice: “You were made for me”. His slow breath rakes across the skin on my face like a cold yet welcoming breeze.

And as I’m getting accustomed to the growth of serenity and tenderness in the hollow of his eyes, I unexpectedly feel a demonic tingle in the soil of my bottom lip. Yuta had bitten it, leaving an iron taste behind and soothing it with delicate kisses. Said kisses slowly but surely grow into a more passionate, inflammable and straining one. I can feel my skin tingling and my five senses are tremendously alert. I rake my fingers through his long, red hair and tug at the ends. This single action takes him by surprise and has him dropping his head down, letting out a low growl against my neck. He then smirks —either in an attempt to hide the effect I have on him or because of the tiny whimper I just failed to hold captive behind my lips. I instinctively graze my nails against the lanes of his back the moment I feel him shift against me. My doing on his back must’ve been doing wonders because his eyes dive into mine with a darkness of their own; a warning one. A warning for what is about to come, a forethought of what I had gotten myself into. And this kind of threat makes my body shudder with contemplation. Therefore, I decide to push his buttons even more. I look back at him with a tint of innocence, of obliviousness, and flutter my eyelashes at him as my hand brushes a specific place down south where I know he needs me the most.

I never, ever knew his ebony eyes could get a shade darker until I’ve seen it right there, with my own two eyes. And, as I expected, my plan is a success. The purity swimming around in my irises sends him over the edge. And, without breaking eye-contact with me, Yuta pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue —a dear habit of his. However, during this moment, it feels more frightening —and a tiny bit more exciting— than usual. “You like torturing me baby, don’t you?” His low tone bears a glimpse of playfulness in it, yet, it’s a mischievous one. He definitely has something in mind. And if his arched eyebrow and the whimsical glint in his eyes weren’t indicative of it, his next words definitely are.

“Well, it’ll be my pleasure to teach you how to behave”.

hope u enjoyed reading this one shot! don’t hesitate to tell me ur thoughts about it, it’d be an honor to read them :]

★彡

[koskela-knights]

Imagine if the AW2 fandom had blown up

Iike fandoms in the early 2000s did or even 2010s when the first game actually came out.

Just imagine the kind of music videos we could've gotten

Bring Me To Life ALAN WAKE FAN VIDEO

Alan x Alice || Everytime We Touch Fan MV

Mr Scratch x Alan YAOI BL

ScratchWake || Malchik Gay NSFW!

What Hurts The Most - Jaakko RIP Tribute

For Your Entertainment - Mr Scratch + bonus yaoiii

HOT AW BOYS 18+ Sexy Naughty Bitchy

Rose/Alan Rarepair! Diary of Rose

Jaakko and Ilmo - Promise of lifetime

Alan & Barry are best friends! (Toy-Box Best Friend)

Mister Scratch Tribute- MONSTER

Ilkka Villi is Mr Wonderful

[x0401x]

Jinpine Radio #5

Long time no Jin! Translation of the radio segment from his official YouTube channel. Original video here. Done on commission!

The livestream starts with a whole minute of nothing but clicking. Jin and Inpine’s avatars have some... modifications on them. An indication that this episode will be just a lot of fooling around. It always is, but this time it’s on purpose.

Inpine suddenly starts singing and Jin can’t hold back a laugh. Yes, they’re doing a skit again and they just ruined the surprise.

Inpine: Strolling is so fun! The air’s so good in the countryside! Aah! Such nice weather! Haaah! Oh? There’s a yellow video tape lying around in the middle of nowhere! *high-pitched screaming* Must be some pervert’s tape! Guess I’m gonna watch it using my uncle’s VCR! Now, now, now, video tape goes in! Clank, clank, clank! Press plaaay!

[some weird-ass noise effects]

Inpine: Transformation!! (T/N: the word used for “transformation” here is “henshin”, which is the title of Jin’s latest song at the time of this livestream)

[background music blasts on]

Jin: *clears throat with the most monstrous, alien-sounding voice filter ever* All right! Guess Imma go around doing evil stuff for one more day! *villain laughter*

Inpine: Ah! There you are! Sea monster Jin! Your days of wrongdoing are over!

Jin: Who’re you?!

Inpine: Ora, ora, ora! I’m a hero of justice, Inpine!

Jin: “Inpine”, you say?! Come at me with all you have!!

Inpine: Gimme back my pervy tape! Take this! Inpine puuunch!!

Jin: Stop! That hurts! S-Stop!!

Inpine: Inpine Kick!!

Jin: He got meee!

[music stops]

Inpine: Jin, Hatsune Miku. “Henshin”. You can listen to it on YouTube and NicoNico Douga—

Jin: Pffft!

Inpine: It’s out right now. Please support us.

As the skit ends, Jin does the usual greeting and introduces himself, then passes the baton to Inpine and does a little bit of promo for his song and its MV. Inpine feigns ignorance to the fact that the MV was also out, even though he was literally the one who made it along with Sayuki. Jin then announces the guests of this episode: the bassist Natsume Yuuki and the drummer Janku (Junk), who played as support musicians for “Henshin”. Jin adds that he’d also wanted to invite Saiyuki for this one, but admits that he and Inpine wouldn’t have been able to handle more than two guests at once. The figurines on Jin and Inpine’s avatars represent Natsume and Janku.

They’ll be discussing music this time around. Jin starts it out by talking about “Henshin”, giving some fun facts about its conception:

Jin had already worked with Natsume before, but this was his first time working with Janku

Jin and Natsume are actually quite close and Jin calls him “Nacchi”

It was the peak of summer when he received the proposal to write the song, so he didn’t want to do it at first (as mentioned in the previous livestream, the rainy season and summer are the worst times of the year for him)

He reconsidered it, because summer is also a time of the year when he feels like listening to fast-beat songs

He jokes that when he contacted Inpine about it, the latter “emerged from the shadows” asking, “Mister, Mister, I’m sniffing the smell of a new song in the air. You called?”

By then, Jin had already decided that he wanted insects to be the theme (specifically, insects that are omnipresent during Japanese summer, such as cicadas and moths)

After this, Jin personally contacted Natsume and Janku to play with him

Now, Jin knows that the listeners might be at loss about the guests, as it’s their first time there, so he also gives some trivia about how he met them. He got to know both of them through a common friend and they first met through an app. The name of the app was not revealed, but it’s used by musicians for remote music sessions.

Jin then asks the guests to talk about what they’d been working on recently. Natsume was doing usual bassist work. He plays for all sorts of artists and even does livestream concerts. He also makes clothes as a hobby. The first time he played with Jin was during his livestream with Peanuts-kun.

Janku’s work life is pretty much the same as Natsume’s, the only difference being the instrument he plays. He uploads his performances to social media every now and then.

Jin explains that the reason why he wanted to work with them for “Henshin” was that they were very loud players and the beat of their sound was exceptional. He describes it as a “pang-pang” kind of sound and jokes that he made the request by asking them, “Please lend me your pang-pang!”, to which they replied with, “Guess we got no choice”.

Back to the topic of the song itself, Jin dives into the production:

The making of this song was different from usual in many aspects, starting with the fact that they didn’t have lots of meetings to decide on things

No studio was used for the demo

The composition was made entirely without recordings

The sessions were held at Natsume’s and Janku’s homes

In order to test out what kind of sound would fit the song best, Janku spent a whole day on a call with Jin, playing the drum for him to listen

Once they reached the intensity that Jin wanted, Janku started working on the base melody by himself, sending samples for Jin to listen to and approve

Janku was very worried about whether or not he’d manage to make the melody sound “Jin-like”, but Jin was pretty satisfied with the result

When Jin asks Janku how he felt while working on the song, Janku says he had a lot of fun and that the sound felt rather nostalgic to him, for some reason – even though it was a newly produced melody, it felt like something he had already heard somewhere before

Jin asks Natsume the same question and he answers that, although he’s taken part in the songs of so many people, there was never one that he felt so much like playing, and asserts that that there’s something inherently grotesque about it, which Jin agrees with (because of course he would)

When Jin and Natsume listened to Janku’s drums, it was like a wake-up call for them – they realized that they were lagging behind him, and went all-out in order to catch up

Jin comments that Natsume did some pretty nasty stuff with his bass and thanked him for it (this is obviously meant to sound ambiguous because Jin just Be Like That, but he’s referring to the sound that Natsume produced with his bass, not... anything else)

Natsume played in a way that didn’t match the drums at all, on purpose

He took the liberty to do that without receiving any instructions for it, and instead of feeling disrespected, Jin thinks it was a genius move

The only thing Jin asked him to do was to “make it gross”

Jin believed that Natsume was confident he could take on the job, but in reality, Natsume was at a loss back then

When he asked Jin what he wanted specifically, all he got as an answer was a “Pleeease!”

After he got samples of Natsume’s “gross play”, Jin sent it to Inpine, who replied on LINE, “Wow! This sounds so disgusting! It’s the best thing ever!”

Finally came the time to add the guitar to the demo, but even on the previous night, Jin was very much at a loss as to how to go on about it, so he texted Natsume about it

Natsume says the message looked like Jin was saying his last words, as he decided to start out with a totally unsuspecting and not at all dramatic “It is time for me to go”

Jin explains he had no choice but give his utmost after the other two had delivered such fine performances

On the day he was supposed to play, he announced that he would do it without any clothes on, “I can’t give my all with clothes on. Sorry. It was wrong of me to try to do that before. Sorry for trying to wear clothes. I’m gonna do this butt-naked.”

Up to this point, he had been playing while seated on a chair, but this time, he “had to stand up” and began playing after screaming, “TAKE THIS!!”

While playing, he accidentally hit his guitar against the wall... thrice

This was a brand-new guitar and that was his first time using it

When he got to the outro, he went batshit without hesitation

He wanted to have recorded himself playing naked, so that he could send it to his mother with the caption, “This is the work you’ve made”

After listening to this demo, Inpine got the idea of doing a rewind in the MV

He did that before the song itself was ready, and the rewind just so happened to match it perfectly

Jin didn’t want this to be a “good” song, so to speak – he wanted the listeners to feel uncomfortable and sickened by it

He requested the sound engineers to add a “pang-pang” beat to the finished product

Jin says he really did something terrible in making that song and laughs at the fact that he hasn’t offered a single word of praise to it

Inpine jokes that even “Hatsune-san” would find the song repulsive (yes, this is meant as a compliment)

Jin writes a lot of songs in the summer because it’s “a season in which not everything is all beauty”

Inpine says that the refreshing summer that everyone has in their minds only happens for a couple hours in early morning, while the rest of the day is all about fighting against a scorching heat under the dark, dark shadows cast from the overwhelming sunlight – that’s why he decided to make the MV’s color palette jewel-toned and somber

Jin bought all sorts of effectors to produce the sound he wanted for the song, which cost him 30K yen in total, and he was in shock when checking on how much he had spent

He hoped everyone listening to the livestream would go watch the MV, as it cost him a whole lot of money

He wanted “Henshin” to sound like a time slip back to one’s old self

 (T/N: This doesn’t really translate in summary format, but when they were talking about the song, there was an endless number of jokes involving the “pang-pang” thingy.)

At this point, Jin realizes that they’d been talking about music for the near entirety of the livestream. It was expected, since the two were the first musician guests of the channel, and as such, Jin was aware that it'd be fine to just talk about music, but he also wanted to have a lighthearted chit-chat. He asked Janku the day before about ideas for topics, which they couldn't decide on, so they decided to roll the dice. What they got as a result was something that, according to Janku, would’ve turned the livestream into a broadcast disaster. Jin then asks the others if they had any topics they wanted to discuss and Inpine says that’s the scariest way possible to pass the baton.

Natsume decides to answer the question first and Inpine is thankful that he’s able to take it forward from there, saying that Natsume “really is very capable”. Jin asks if he can go ahead and “eat the squid”, implying that they have snacks with them, and everyone agrees that they should eat first. While Natsume talks, there are sounds of plastic bags being ripped open in the background. These guys are a mess.

Natsume talks about a time not so long ago where he was sick and had to lie down in bed for days. He was bored out of his mind because he was allowed to do nothing but rest, so he decided to binge some anime. He wanted to watch something long and that he had never watched before, and as if on cue, he saw that Togashi Yoshihiro had created a Twitter account. This reminded him that he had actually never watched HunterxHunter, so he’d been binging it, and the day that the “Henshin” MV came out was exactly the day that he began the chimera ant arc. He felt that this was fate at work. When he saw the MV, he was like, “Whoa! That’s chimera ants right there! Inpine-san!?”

Inpine is a little embarrassed at this, because he had the feeling that they’d been making “Henshin” together all the way. He really thought that he’d been sharing with them the whole process of the video making, but in fact, the musicians were in the dark about most of it.

On the topic of the MV, Inpine admits that he doesn’t like insects and that he was put-off when finding out that insects would be the theme. He confesses that, because of this, he kind of avoided the insect element in the video, up till the latter half of it. He says that, back when he was making the video, he was driving down the street one night and had to open the window to see what was ahead of him. Turns out that what was blocking his vision was a swarm of moths. According to him, the swarm was covering the road for about 200 meters, and he couldn’t close the window in time. About three moths got inside the car, which had him shrieking like a little girl, “Nooo! Why does this kinda thing always happen to me!?”

Jin: And then you got bitten by a radioactive moth!

Inpine: Yeah, yeah, yeah! And then “Henshin”! I transformed!

Inpine says the moths were dead on his dashboard the next morning. He decided to observe them, which helped him finally grasp the concept and the feel of “Henshin”. He says that this, in a way, was his chimera ant arc. Natsume jokes that the experience might as well have broken him.

Jin says that, when writing the lyrics of “Henshin”, he thought about his kindergarten years a lot. “Henshin” is a song about the things people deem beautiful and the things they deem disgusting. People usually have weird tastes when they’re still little kids, and when Jin was in kindergarten, he was even weirder. There was a corner for hanging coats at his nursery school, and he used to sit there the whole day, just playing with the keyboard harmonica. Everyone could tell that he was one hell of a weirdo. He adds that Inpine, his first-ever friend, was just as weird. After all, he used to draw nothing but cars all the time. Jin says that this thing they used to do, throwing away their concern with what people would think of them, was his inspiration for making “Henshin”. A representation of early childhood summer, much like everything else Jin has ever made.

It is here that, at long freaking last, Jin decides to talk about the wallpaper for this livestream. He says he and Inpine made it together and everyone agrees that it’s “too damn gross”. It’s pretty obvious that it was made exclusively for that one livestream, since Natsume’s picture has moth antennas.

The group suddenly sobers up when Jin says that making this song with them was very fun and he hopes to make more with them in the future. Both Natsume and Janku are very flattered and agree to it on the spot. This heartwarming moment only lasts for a little bit, until Natsume remembers a good thing that happened recently. He starts talking about his experience going to a sauna, where he felt so refreshed that it was almost like the air he’d been breathing up to that point wasn’t real air. After he was done, he went outside, threw himself on a sunlounger and “entrusted his body to the sunlight”. According to him, it was the best feeling ever and everyone should go to a sauna at least once. The other three joke that maybe Natsume is actually an insect. Inpine says he likes sleeping inside his car in the parking lot after going to the sauna, affirming that it’s “the best way to wake up”.

The topic turns into what to do in the next livestreams, and Jin says once again that he wants to play games in the upcoming episodes. Janku says he’s pretty good at Gartic Phone and Natsume agrees that playing it with him is pretty funny. Jin says he’s seen Janku playing the game before – he saw him drawing a playground slide, except he also drew both himself and Jin sliding down on it. Natsume and Inpine lose it. Jin says he’d love to play with the three of them, plus Saiyuki. All of them agree that Saiyuki would be the strongest at it.

Time comes for them to end the livestream. Jin once again talks about making songs with these members in the future. He also talks about keeping eyes open to announcements on Twitter and asks the listeners to tell everyone they can about “Henshin”, even people sitting next to them at train stations.

The way they say goodbye in this episode is a tad... different from usual.

Jin: This has been Jin...

Inpine: ...Inpine, whose favorite food is beef tongue...

Natsume: ...Natsume Yuuki, whose f-favorite drink is Gogo no Koucha Oishii Mutou... (T/N: That’s the actual name of a bottled tea brand.)

Janku: ...and Janku, whose favorite drink is Boss’s café au lait.

Jin: That’s it!

All: That’s iiit! *whistles and weird voices* Byeee~!