#well. until it messed with audio recording.

[steeloptic]

i know we're supposed to ask permission from artists before using their songs in custom levels but i couldnt resist the idea of my favourite song with my favourite character (and nicole too i guess [jk i love you nicole]) so dont tell dad (kyle)

[trendywaifus]

Asking zhu yahn to keep her uniform top on so you can use her handle bars till she's a cock drunk and whimpering mess....the devious backshots you could do with them

GOOD HEAVENS. i think those handle bars are connected more to her tights and belt. I wonder what that designer was thinking when they made that tbh. like what’s the technical use for that? ik he was NOT thinking good thoughts when he put that on her.

anyways, not only will it be impossible to use those hand bars on zhu yuan naked, I think she’ll oppose the idea of having sex with you in her uniform (unfortunately), she has a lot respect for her job and it’ll be dishonorable. buttt that doesn’t mean you can’t give her those devious backshots! (: (cw: gn! with a dick/strap, overstimulation, restraints (toy cuffs), doggy style, dirty talk, creaming

“ taking me so well, aren’t ya, big girl? “ you’d groan, smacking your hips into the fat of zhu yuan’s ass, repeatedly stretching her gummy walls out with thick inches of your cock. your girlfriend, who’s hands are cuffed behind her arched back, face pressed against the pillows with her pretty ass in the air just for you, lets out a drawn out moan. your palms rub her hips as you slow down your momentum to fuck her nice and slow. she feels it—every drag of your dick rubbing up and down her sensitive walls, reaching further and further inside little by little. the fat head grazes a sweet, spongy spot she’s weak to and her knees almost cave in.

zhu yuan drools, swollen lips parted open. ecstasy sinks into her clouded mind, thinking nothing but about you, and only you. “ i-i. .” upon hearing her muffled voice, you arch a brow and settled with grinding yourself into her to focus on what she’s trying to say. “ yes, pumpkin? i’m listening. “

“ n-need you, i-i need you. . . “ she babbles, fluffy sable and orange streaked hair obscure over her eyes. you coo at her, dipping down to leave a trail of warm kisses up along her well-structured back. “ i know you do, big girl, you’re clenching me right now.”

your back straightens up and you retract your hips back. you bite your lip at the sight of your dick lathered with her slick and juices. strings of her fluid deliciously separate and stretch until it’s thin. “ you’re sopping, zhu yuan. “

she whimpers, mostly due to the emptiness, walls fluttering over nothing. “ (n-name), please, pleaseee. .” aligning yourself with her dripping entrance, you grasp her forearms. you slide yourself back in with ease and zhu yuan moans brokenly at the pleasured stretch. “ don’t hafta beg, baby. i’ll take good care of you. now, up, up. “ with a firm pull of her forearms, you maneuver her upper body upwards; doggy style. heaps of silky hair move accordingly with the slow startup of your thrusts, some pieces of her tousled hair sliding off to the side of her back.

“ you had a long day at work today, i’m gonna make sure you sleep real good tonight. “

zhu yuan’s body temperature become a few degrees higher at from your words, an involuntary shiver of anticipation skims up her back like a zap of lightning. your pace speeds up and the wet, addicting sound of your hips repeatedly smacking into her ass turn increasingly loud in your ears. if you’d had an audio recorder, you would gladly record how pretty your girlfriend’s moans are right now. compared to how she usually behaves outside of her work, this is the loudest you’ve ever heard her. your thrusts are snappy and rhythmic, zhu yuan’s knees quivers.

your eyes wander down, tongue swiping over your bottom lip from the memorizing sight of zhu yuan’s creamy skin leaving behind small ripples with every collision between your pelvis and her ass. “ oh my god, “ her pussy is greedily swallowing you up as if it needs you. zhu yuan’s a babbling and whimpering mess—you can’t see her face but you just know she’s at her prettiest right now. “ y’know what? i wanna fuck this pussy all night until you, mm, can’t walk straight tomorrow. all i want you to think about during your shift is me, sweetheart. “

after a few moments, you feel stickiness and sounds of slushing in your ears. again, your gaze dips down and it took every part of you to not rearrange her insides. a creamy ring pools around the base of your cock. “ you’re creaming on my dick, ‘zu. you must like the idea of getting fucked to the point of not being able to walk correctly, huh? i never knew you was secretly this dirty. “

a throaty moan crawls its way out of her throat. “ n-not tr-true, “ her head hangs low, face bright red, “ d-don’t say things like th-that, hngh! “ you give her forearms a firm tug, jerking her body into your rough thrust.

“ not true? then what is, big girl? why should i believe your words over what she’s showing me right now.”your hips rock against her ass in a circular rotation. her slick-coated walls throb and clench irregularly around you. zhu yuan mewls, digging her nails into the fleshy part of her palm until half crescents are engraved into her skin.

“ just let your pussy do all the talking. you don’t have to worry about a thing. “

[imagine-shenanigans]

Hands on my knees.

Now I'm thinking of an au because of the nasty coworker soap hidden camera thing. AU where some prick you slept with left a hidden camera in your apartment for a live stream on the dark web (shut up i know its cliche let me live) and its a 24/7 stream of your bedroom with audio.

And one of the boys is a frequent viewer, watches a stupid amount of the time they're on leave. Eats dinner while watching their favorite show, etc etc.

(Dark stuff and NSFW ahead warning.)

Soap is the one who is the most impulsive about it. He's the one who feels guilty about it until he covers his own hand in his cum while watching you play a game on your phone. It's an insatiable need at this point. Can't cum without thinking of the bonnie little thing on his computer screen. You said the word Soap out loud once while talking to a friend on the phone or going through a list and he came so hard he saw stars. Went back and clipped the audio, he has it saved on his phone with other words, just so he can hear you say his callsign. He feels just a little guilty after he cums to you doing stretches.

But that's the allure of it, the taboo, knowing he's a fucking freak but doing it anyway. And god does he love it. Honestly the guilt fades REALLY quickly when he realizes how long the camera has been there, bordering on months. Such a poor thing you are, so vulnerable, so sweet. You just need someone to protect you from the nasty men in this world. Need someone even nastier to do it.

He makes the impulsive decision to go to the pub you mention on the phone with a friend. He waits until you're just a little drunk and "accidentally" bumps into you. Makes himself as charming as possible, smiles and laughs with you, until youre bringing him into your home. He positions you just right so the camera can see (he's recording the stream at home) and makes you as loud as possible, tongue laving over your inner thighs, leaving searing bites anywhere he can reach like he's claiming you.

(He is.)

He makes sure the camera gets a perfect shot of him cumming inside of you without protection. Hooks his fingers into your mouth so you can't stop the sounds you're making. He licks the drool from your chin and up into your mouth. Spends hours making you cum your brains out when he's not using you, well past the point of overstimulation by the time he settles, leaving you a hiccupping and sobbing mess as he rubs soothing cream over you, cuddling you to his chest so that this time, the camera can't see you at all.

He gives a peace sign to the camera after you fall asleep, and says "Alright ye bloody animals, shows over." before breaking the thing. Shoves it in the middle of your kitchen garbage before washing his hands and crawling back into bed with you. He sets up a new camera by the next morning, this one just for himself.

(and, if he releases clips of you two fucking online, that's between him and the rest of the god forsaken fucks on there.)

//

Price is shameless about watching you.

He knows he's going to hell, what's one more sin along the way? He indulges himself far more than any of the others. The silence gets to him when he's on leave, and what better way to fill it than with a pretty/handsome thing going about their life? He spends pretty much every waking and sleeping minute with his laptop open to your feed, watching you go about your day. It's mostly mundane, really, sick in nature but not a sexual thing for the most part. Of course, he gives his cock slow, languid strokes when he watches your hips eagerly buck into the vibrating toy you're using, whimpers falling from your pretty lips that John just wants to swallow whole. Too impatient for your own good, you need to be held down and edged for a good hour.

It's that thought that sends him spiraling.

How much better oof you'd be if you just had him to take care of you. Such a shame a nasty, terrible man put a camera in your room - he'll fix that.

He ends up moving into the flat/house next to yours when it mysteriously comes available. He really wants a cute little spouse to come home to - really wants to sit them on his cock until theyre crying and begging him to move. (And if he can get them to call him daddy, well, wouldn't that be a sight?)

He takes the longest out of all the boys, ends up being the model neighbor, coaxes you out like a feral little animal until you're spending more time in his place than your own. He hates that so many people (mainly men, his main issue is the men) can see you at any given time. Can take what should be his. So he waits until you're out for work one day and he uses the spare key you gave him (so trustingly, honey you shouldn't give things to strange men like him. He'll bend you over his knee until you learn your lesson.) and he sneaks into your room and moves the camera just a bit after disabling it. Just enough so its more noticeable in the light.

(If he steals a pair of panties, well... he does.)

And when you come crying and shaking to his doorstep later, he breaks the thing in his hand, and chucks it before he ushers you into his place and coos at you as he fingers you in his lap, edging you as you work through all those big emotions :( Poor baby, he's got you now, no need to be so scared, he'll get you nice and needy and then fuck you until you're brainlessly drooling into his pillow. He'll even be so kind as to slip his ring on your finger too, just to make sure you know he's not going to let anyone else have you anymore. That he'll make sure you're safe from now on, isn't that nice pumpkin?

//

Gaz I'm still trying to figure out how to write but I think he'd see the stream by accident, he's not gone looking for it, and he feels sharp revulsion when he figures out what it is while looking for some other information. And he's taking note of all of the things in the room, desperately trying to piece together where you live so he can do the right thing and figure out how to tell you about the stream. Definitely not because he's interested, and sure it's taking him a few days and repeated visits and- well, okay, you have this cute thing you do and- okay he's not... well he knows he's being a creep, but he's doing it for the right reasons. Totally. He's not... he's not being weird for no reason like some of these other creeps. And yeah, okay, he jacks off to you now and then, it's not that big of a deal, he's a little lonely and he's a little desperate okay?

He tells himself he's gonna quit, that he's not going to do anything, but then suddenly he's in your town on his leave, and he's putting himself in your path at every given opportunity. Of course, by then he's long since accepted he's being a real fucking freak by what he's doing, but doesn't he deserve something nice? Don't you?

And sure, okay, it's a huge ego boost when you do look at him and flush, when you try to collect your thoughts when you hear his voice. He smiles prettily at you and it all sort of spirals from there, until he's well and truly charmed you. He drops hints about the camera, but nothing directly implied. He finds a story on the news app on his phone about something similar and cringes, pretending like he isn't STILL watching the live feed of your apartment when he's in his own. Says something about how only a real freak would put a camera in someone's house. Good thing you've never done that to his place and he laughs, because he's never been to yours yet so you take it as a joke.

Weeks later, when you're doing a clean of your apartment, you find the camera and call him, and he comes over and hugs you, coos that it's probably not even plugged in, just some dick trying to scare you. He helps you run through who it could possibly be that did it, until he's given the dude's full name and address online.

He gives the camera a shit eating grin over your shoulder, looking directly into it even though you haven't pointed it out yet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you stay at his place for the night (when he really means forever.) He makes sure there's no cameras around you ever again.

//

Ghost is... the worst of them. In his own special way.

Assuming he isn't the one who put the damn thing in your room, he's definitely a regular on some of the grossest sites known to man, half out of sheer morbid curiosity, and half because he sometimes does end up finding things he likes. Your stream isn't the first he's watched, but it is the first he stays for. There's something about you that mesmerizes him. He ends up visiting the stream more and more until he's pieced together where you live and what your general schedule is. It takes a few months, but he wants you for himself - nothing else will do.

There's no preamble, no game that's played like the others. He forges a passport and documents and gets everything set up, and you don't even know that you're about to go tumbling into his net. He's quick about it, when he gets into your apartment. Ends up tying you up nice and neat, arms behind your back and ankles to your thighs while you sleep. Leaves the gag for last, just for the thrill of you screaming (so he can punish you) when you wake up. He blindfolds you, and moves the camera for a better view before flicking the lights on. He wakes you up with a slap to your ass, feeling himself grow hard as you panic. He cuts your clothes off with a knife, tells you not to squirm, and when you do and he knicks you, he just tuts and tells you that you shoulda known better.

Licks the blood from your skin with his mask rolled up before he pulls it back down (just a plain balaclava). He ends up hoisting you up so you're on your knees, positions you perfect for the camera to see, and fingerfucks you nice and fast, one hand on your throat to keep you upright, the other pitoning in and out of your hole. He makes sure to hit your g-spot/prostate every single time when he finds it, sets an absolutely brutal pace that has your tears leaking through the blindfold. When you get close, he bullies your clit/cock, moving fast and hard until you're screaming and you collapse. He tells you this is your fault, for trusting some prick and not even checking your own home.

Lines his cock up with you and doesn't prep you any further, only one orgasm and a little bit of finger fucking not nearly enough to prep you for what he's packing. He ends up fucking you hard, and fast, and brutal, still pumping your cock/rubbing your clit through the whole thing, not caring for anything but how you cry and squeeze so tight around his cock. He lets you heave sobs when he finally cums inside, no protection, and he pinches your nipples painfully hard to get your attention. When he's sure he's got it, he warns you not to let him drip out of you. Never tells you to stop crying, but tells you if you scream or try and get away, you will not like the punishment. He takes the gag out and you try to wriggle away, so he puts the gag back in while you try and apologize, ask for a second chance, and he just puts you on the floor, angles the camera just so, and takes the blindfold off. He tells you exactly how long he's been watching, how many people he sees in the stream at any given time, and then he ties a vibrator to your clit/cock and sets it on the highest setting it can go. He tells you to give the boys a good show before you retire from your acting career, and presses a kiss to your forehead through the mask.

He gives you an hour alone with your fans while he packs your stuff into the boot of his rental car.

[l3viat8an]

diavolo's going through paperwork, bored out of his mind, until he gets a text from barbatos that's just an audio recording. dia presses play, only for his eyes to widen upon hearing wet slapping sounds, and moans that clearly belong to mc. he hears barbatos humming, and praising mc for taking his cock so well. dia can feel himself getting hard, and then:

"so good for me... you'll also be good for the young master, right mc? after all, i'm only stretching you out for him, so he can take you all for himself later. or maybe... you'd like it if him and i took you at the same time, until you're nothing but an even more pathetic mess for us. do you want that, darling? for the young master and i to use you until you break?"

there's some silence, but barbatos laughs again.

"you do? well, hopefully the young master can finish his work soon. i would hate to make you wait."

dia speeds through his paperwork faster than ever before.

Nsfw content MDNI

Diavolo speeding through his paperwork and barging in on you and Barbatos-

Ooooor Barbatos sending a few pictures to encourage Diavolo even more. The pictures are of you spread out on the bed, skin flushed and your hole ready and waiting for the young master~

[rowretro]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

(picture found on tumblr)

✧Warnings: Violence, detailed ghost and gore, blood, a horror themed yandere story, dead bodies, possibly creepy dolls?, mafia demon Won (coz he has a gun in the pic, and I need him to be a demon in this story)

✧Synopsis: Y/n never found herself having to hide in her sweet penthouse, her $500 bottle of red wine spilled out of her crystal wine glass, the stunning door many envied, bloodied and broken. She found herself running, running into danger yet again... and the police were on a search for her, as she's now a missing person case. But Jungwon was on a hunt for her, making sure his darling is safe at all costs.

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Y/n's blood ran cold. one last audio recording of her discoveries on day 7 of surviving. Surviving what you ask? she doesn't even know what to call it. It's eyes blank white, blood surrounding it's pearly eyeballs, running down it's cracked porcelain skin, dried out, it's long hair, everywhere it trails. She learnt not to touch it or it'll immediately sense she's there. It couldn't see her, but it could hear her. it could hear how her blood pumped through her body, her somewhat heavy breathing but it never knew where she hid. She was in an abandoned school.... a University known for it's paranormal sightings. She'd ran into many bodies, of those who tried to escape, some were streamers, reporters who willingly walked into the death department, others seemed like students who tried to escape.

Yet somehow she managed to find out how to kill it... the monster. Finding random letters a woman named Angela Xiao wrote till her death. Y/n examined how the monster's nails went from plain dead, to growing, blinding white nails. The day time was when it was most safe, it never came out in the late, but y/n remained wary. But now it's winter. The nights longer than days, darkness lasting long. She couldn't remember the last time she slept soundly with her only worry being waking up late when she has a morning lecture.

She figured the monster wrote those letters, it was once a woman, forced into an abusive marriage with a man that hurt her always, until he had it, ripping out her ligaments whilst she was still alive, as the woman screamed bloody murder, according to the random news letters in the cold dead hands in some reporters. There was some talks of a kid's ghost that lurked the hallways too. Her heart ached for this woman, but she had to get rid of this.... cursed being. perhaps perform an exorcism?...

She found a lighter, checking if it'd still blaze up, unaware of her surroundings, when a sudden, gut wrenching, ear-piercing scream shook her. There it was, the monster. Not expecting anything to happen but at least slow the thing down, she set it on fire, running off and hiding. but it kept screaming in agony, its body burning up, as it disappeared to ashes.... Y/n's eyes grew wide as she saw a much prettier woman in the form of a ghost, staring around at the bloodied mess, looking quite hurt... It saw y/n, and left behind a key....

It was the key to get out of this place physically. Hopeful yet extremely cautious, she picked up the key. The sound of clinking, echoed the empty hallways, not too far. That can't be right... she hid in the closet, watching as the shadow grew bigger. Her heart dropped at the sight. another one? she wondered as she saw the porcelain mannequin, walking robotically, its hair looking like an elegant wig a woman's love to wear, a red bow tied around it. the strappy red dress looked like a dress she had worn to a friend's frat party.

Those red glass heels looked as fragile as it's ceramic, glossy skin. "I know you're in here human... I can smell your yummy blood... oh don't be shy come out! it'll only hurt a little... I just wanna tear you open and eat your insides whilst u scream in pain!" it said with an eerily sweet voice. She calmed her breath, hiding well, she saw its face. pupils black, lashes drawn on, like a man had made himself a pretty wife in the 1950's, except it looked creepy, sure it possessed the beauty standards one'd expect in a woman, that were so unrealistic. but it's mouth area was broken off, and it's bloodied teeth, with some skin evident in between.

"Come out dear girl... I can see your dark hair.... what such pretty skin you have there......" she commented as Y/n swallowed hard. "THERE YOU ARE!" it screamed as y/n felt herself giving up, reaching for the blade to end her sorrows so she wont face the pain. as it's cold hands grabbed her shoulders, and opened its jaw revealing many rows of bloodied, long sharp teeth, y/n couldn't help but scream. Yet it dropped dead. glass shattering, soul arising from the shatterred, creepy mess off porcelain and disappearing. Y/n breathed heavily, as she finally cried.

"Fuck it's ok, its ok.... I'm here y/n...." a familliar voice said, Jungwon, the sweet boy in her class, the man she had a crush on.... but... he looked different. Gun in hand, black, featherred wings that had sprouted out his back. She backed away, repeating the word no, scared he's just an illusion. "shh shh.... I promise it is me.... I've been looking for you everywhere.... I didn't know that the curses still lived on earth- but trust me, you're safe with me.... look me in the eyes sweetheart." he said as y/n did so. and she immediately felt his sincerity.

As the police bought her story, and discovered the many dead bodies, they pinned their target, the man who started the curse of course, The man who had killed his wife and child. To the police however, he was a psychotic serial killer who killed every one there brutally and had gotten away with it for dozens of years. Y/n was in Jungwon's home, getting a little used to his demon abilities, and his dear friend Jay who casually sipped out of a blood bag before her. Jungwon could feel she was scared.... god it hurt him that she was so shaken up, in such a condition for about a week.

But he loved it, he loves how she grew so dependant on him... How she dragged him with her everywhere, how he helped her shower, delicately scrubbing the soap on her soft skin, wary of the wounds and cuts. He's loving how she's currently snuggling into his embrace, dressed in one of her short yet comfortable nightgowns, needy for his reassurance. See if something like this never happened, he couldn't have gotten her attention..... The haunting was all that was needed to get her to love him... And he will make sure she'll forever love him. She has no choice, only he can protect her, and only he can love her....

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A/n: I'm gonna have nightmares for picturing this- but I hope u enjoyed, comment how u feel, and if u want me to make it up to you w a fluff- or maybe smut idk yet(shoot me w some requests, ill try)

[gatheringbones]

[“Later in the day, while Heather and I were making the bed and talking about the chores we needed to get through the next morning, she used a male pronoun in regard to me. “Well that’s gonna be weird, huh?” I said. “Not saying ‘he’ for me anymore.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean I want to transition. I want to become a woman… fully.” She paused and fell silent. I think the revelation that I was a transsexual truly hit her in this moment. She slowly started to comprehend that this didn’t mean I’d simply be cross-dressing around the house. It started to hit me, too. I wanted to transition genders, and there was a lot more to that than just hormones and surgery. Neither of us fully understood what it meant yet, or where to start.

The next day Andrew and James met me at the studio to talk about plans around the album and the future of the band. Jordan came, too, as he was again filling in as our manager. Until then, I’d been telling them that I was writing a concept album about a transsexual prostitute—the metaphor behind the feeling of having whored myself out to a record label was thinly transparent since James, Andrew, and I were all processing our own post-traumatic stress disorder from the past couple years of music industry hell. Previously, I’d been able to sneak a few subtle metaphors about my dysphoria in here and there. But an album focused entirely on it? I didn’t know how to explain that, and the new songs were not sticking with the guys.

James could make out a few lyrics to the title track through his in-ear monitors: “You want them to see you like they see every other girl / But they just see a faggot.” “Hey, man,” he said between takes. “Are you saying ‘faggot’ on this song? It sounds like you’re saying it a lot. Are people gonna be cool with that?”

I realized that the reason the words weren’t connecting with them was that they didn’t have the context. So I came out with it. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted them to understand. I couldn’t hold back the momentum of the day before. Once the truth was spoken, it could be contained no longer.

“It’s about me, and how I’m a transsexual. This is something I’ve been dealing with for a long time,” I told them. Once I started explaining it, I couldn’t stop. It was like an out-of-body experience where I saw myself, but was powerless to hold back the flood of words. “I want to start living as a woman, and to be referred to as Laura. This is something I’ve thought about a lot and isn’t going away, so I might as well embrace it.”

No one knew what to say once I finally stopped rambling. The three of them just sat there in the studio control room, looking down at their feet or at whatever lit-up piece of audio equipment their eyes could find, focusing anywhere but on me. We’d had some heavy conversations over the years—emotional moments where we’d told each other off or outright quit the band—but nothing compared to this. Andrew’s usually warm smile was locked in since I started talking, and it looked like it was going to melt off his face. His skin flushed red, trying not to flinch. There was nothing any of them could say. I broke the silence by asking them to come smoke a joint with me. We got high standing in a circle in the open back doorway. “OK, well,” I said. “I guess that’s all we’ll do today. How about we try again tomorrow?”

We shared the most comically awkward group hug, a horrible mess of pats on the back and overly extended stiff arms. They left, and I locked the door behind them. Oh fuck, I thought. I called Heather and told her that I had just come out to them. It felt unreal to speak these secrets aloud, hearing myself verbalize thoughts that had only ever existed in my head.

The guys had an hour and a half back to Gainesville to think about all that had just been unloaded on them. James has since told me that as he sat there stoned on that long drive home, a lot of memories over the past 15 years suddenly started to make sense for him. My lyrics, my behavior on tour; one by one, he had tiny flashes of realization about me in this new light.”]

laura jane grace, from tranny: confessions of punk rock’s most infamous anarchist sellout, 2016

[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - four ! in hindsight

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 1.3k wc, swearing, mentions of death, jail, throwing up, paranoia, and this is not proofread

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[2024.10.05 - y.n lee / k.r yu interview : contacts #5 & #6]

contacted list : s.y kwon (1), j.y sim (2), y.j choi (3), m.j kim (4), y.n lee (5), k.r yu (6)

RIKI : as always, we have to ask. are you okay with this interview being recorded and transcribed, especially in the event of these audio clips possibly being publicized?

JUNGWON : and if you could verbally answer into the microphone, that would be helpful as well.

YN & KARINA : yes, we’re okay.

JUNGWON : when did you two last see jay park alive?

YN : for me.. must’ve been the day after halloween because jay left the party early, so november 1st 2021 at my house. jay told me he was gonna get his phone fixed after he dropped it into the beer cooler. left to the store, never came back. 2 weeks later, his wallet was found off the highway with all the money gone.

KARINA : i think it was at the halloween party, when i saw jay for the last time. but i didn’t talk to him that whole night. he looked off though. like, really paranoid. the party was at a park so it was really out in the open. jay just seemed distant from the group.

RIKI : okay, next question. yn; do you believe you were close with heeseung growing up? and did this have anything to do with your age gap?

YN : i think i was always close with him. not just because we were only two years apart, but our older brother was always busy with school or basketball. he’s 4 years older than heeseung i think. but if anything, i think they were the closest because they’re both boys. so no, it had nothing to do with age.

RIKI : and karina?

KARINA : i wouldn’t say i was close with him, but we got along okay. i always got the feeling he felt awkward partially because i’m a year and a half older.

JUNGWON : when did you two last see him alive? elaborate more this time, please.

KARINA : uhh.. i think, it was at the same halloween party. but specifically by the old baseball field. yeah, sounds about right. i remember it so clearly, because the police took me in for questions after he went missing. i was in the bathroom after some guy spilled red— punch.. on my white dress. and when i came out, heeseung offered me his sweater to wear until the night was over. but — wait. weren’t you guys there too?

JUNGWON : off the record, but no. from what i remember, the party was juniors and seniors. i think we [j.w & r.k] were sophomores. anyway, what about you yn?

YN : yeah it was after the halloween party. i’m pretty sure i was a junior, and most people i knew were seniors. me, sunghoon park, and aeri, were with heeseung in that gas station alley about a mile away. i guess he just left and never came back.

RIKI : why were you all there? and if you can remember, what was everyone doing before heeseung left?

YN : i don’t remember why we were there. i guess the party was just boring. but what i do remember is sunghoon and heeseung messing around with stolen baseball equipment. sunghoon was swinging the bat at whatever he thought he saw move. and heeseung? just playing catch with aeri. heeseung left soon after to use the bathroom. but like i said, he never came back.

RIKI : and you didn’t check on him? where were you while all this was happening?

YN : it was late, and we had a long day. i thought my brother could take care of himself so i didn’t think too much of it. i thought he just stayed at a friends place when he didn’t come home.

KARINA : yn, where were you before and after he left though?

YN : i was sitting in the corner alone. probably throwing up whatever i ate. i don’t remember. sungchan picked up aeri like 10 minutes later, and then sunghoon took me home.

JUNGWON : uh, karina? let’s wait in the kitchen while they finish.. i don’t think riki has anymore questions for you anyway.

KARINA & JUNGWON : [they both get up, and leave the room].

RIKI : why were you hesitant to tell me what happened?

YN : i don’t know.

RIKI : are you still in contact with sunghoon park, and anyone else involved?

YN : yes i still talk to sunghoon, but we only talk a few times a week. and there’s one other girl who i didn’t name earlier. we no longer speak with her.

RIKI : and, who didn’t believe you were capable of hurting anyone?

YN : well obviously, my parents. my friends, and sunghoon. but i knew if it was anyone else that was found dead, heeseung would’ve testified that i was innocent.

RIKI : and your other brother?

YN : i- i don’t know.. he didn’t know what to believe. but we’ve definitely grown apart since then. i get it though. when his little sister is the prime suspect for murdering the only brother he had? no one wants to believe that, so he distanced himself from me. but i guess he didn’t think about how he was losing the only sister he had too.

RIKI : one last question. why were karina and sungchan found guilty if they weren’t in the alley?

YN : guilty by association i guess? they didn’t do time though. but i know they had their own punishments, and i feel sorry for them. they’re still affected to this day. probably now more than ever since me and aeri were recently released.

RIKI : thank you for sharing, i get this must’ve been hard to talk about.

YN : can i mention one more thing?

RIKI : yeah, anything at all.

YN : the girl that we don’t talk to anymore, is minji kim. i just didn’t want to bring it up in front of karina because she had a brief thing for minji’s brother. minji was only there because karina invited her. she was younger.

RIKI : woah.. uhm, i’m gonna have to speak with you about that. off the record, of course..

[ 12:27 of 12:27 recording ]

[2024.10.05 - s.c jung / a.r uchinaga interview : contacts #7 & #8]

contacted list : s.y kwon (1), j.y sim (2), y.j choi (3), m.j kim (4), y.n lee (5), k.r yu (6), s,c jung (7), a.r uchinaga (8)

JUNGWON : as always, we have to ask. are you okay with this interview being recorded and transcribed, especially in the event of these audio clips possibly being publicized? please answer verbally.

AERI : yes, i don’t mind.

JUNGWON : sungchan?

SUNGCHAN : before i agree- do you guys get like, really personal? because yn and karina looked kinda upset when they came out from here, and i just want to know what i’m getting myself in to.

AERI : well no shit they’re gonna look upset, this is such a sensitive topic for yn. and karina just doesn’t like talking about heeseung.

SUNGCHAN : and why are we doing this in pairs? i thought this was individual. also wheres riki? i thought you guys do this thing together.

JUNGWON : okay, enough with the questions! we realized there isn’t enough time to interview everyone alone, and riki’s off talking to yn about something off the record. so..

SUNGCHAN : okay. sorry.. yeah i’m okay with this being recorded.

JUNGWON : i’m gonna keep this short because i’m running out of memory on my recording device thing. when was the last time you two saw heeseung alive?

AERI : that’s easy! gas station alley after the halloween party. the four of us, me, yn, sunghoon, and heeseung, were all ghostface for halloween that year. we had off our masks on the side but someone stole yn’s and heeseung’s, so he went after them. never came back though.

JUNGWON : wait wait- do you have proof you were ghostface? yn never mentioned anything about the mask thing. she said you all were messing around with baseball equipment, and heeseung left to the bathroom.

AERI : well, we were. right before our masks were taken. but he didn’t go to the bathroom. i have a picture of us that night though. i don’t understand why she never mentions that, not even to the police. that’s why she makes us look suspicious because we had ‘different stories��.

JUNGWON : okay, thank you for that aeri. what about you sungchan?

SUNGCHAN : well i don’t really know when they left to go to the gas station, because they just kinda snuck out. but the last time i spoke to heeseung i guess was a little before then. it was only small talk though, we were just getting food at the same time.

JUNGWON : alright.. and jay. when was the last time you two saw jay alive?

SUNGCHAN : yn and sunghoon said he was at the party, but honestly i don’t remember seeing him on halloween. so i guess it was a few days before that, at school. jay’s always been my bio partner, and we were working on the lab together.

AERI : oh, i remember seeing him on halloween for sure! that type of behavior is something you don’t forget. jay was so paranoid, like he thought something was coming for him and he didn’t know what. i mean, jays always been kind of closed off but i know he would’ve told us if he was being followed.

JUNGWON : karina briefly mentioned this. but paranoid how?

AERI : like.. if someone bumped into him or called his name, he’d flinch really hard. and he’d stare off into the distance as if he saw something there. it really creeped me out, so i told jake about it. but he said jay was probably just scared of the dark. jay was avoiding that far end of the park the whole night, until he walked towards it. but he came back. he just looked really shaken up..

JUNGWON : this is definitely new information. thank you guys so much for this, my thing is about to die so i’ll just end it here. thank you again.

[ 5:17 of 5:17 recording ]

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[sorcerous-caress]

Hello! I’m the anon who talked about the modern au loser high elf a little while back and I’m back with an idea that hit me like a truck :) After the adorable pathetic loser and you establish a friendship (and start banging like a screen door in a hurricane), what if you start hinting at possibly making homemade porn videos with your best friend >:) Initially teasing him about his disgustingly huge xhuman porn collection, suggesting that if he struggles to find something that caters to his tastes then maybe the two of you could figure something out 👀… And maybe one day, after some creative camerawork, editing, and maybe some illusion charms to hide both your identities, he gets to post a homemade video to one of the dirty human kink forums he frequents of you bouncing that soft, squishy, sinful human body on his dick while he b e g s for you to let him cum in a mix of elvish and common ☺️ (Also may I be 🩵 anon? I know I’m gonna be back for more later 😁)

Screendoor in a hurricane indeed, gonna make the big bang look like a tea party.

We should probably give him a name eventually huh?

But fuck can you imagine it? This loser elf guy who frequents the kink forums and keeps sharing links and fantasies so much that he is definitely well known amongst the degenerates there.

One day, he just goes offline, maybe for a week or a month, and his online friends are asking about him.

And when he eventually comes back, his first post is a video of a cute human on his lap, his cock squeezed between your soft thighs with the camera only showing up to your chest.

He's leaking pre-cum just by being squeezed between your thighs, cock twitching and painfully hard. His hands squeezing your chest as he struggles not to thrust his hips forward and fuck your thighs.

The camera audio is picking up his quiet voice, shameful whispers in elvish as he begs you to let him fuck you. Pleading to allow his cock inside you and let him feel your hot wet walls clamming down around him. You coo at him as you rub your thighs together and the most pathetic moan leaves him, his fingers visibly shaking.

You're not even touching him, your hands are on the bed as you sit comfortably on his lap. He's been keeping you inside all day, orgasm after orgasm was coaxed out of you since sunrise until now.

This is payback for him being such a greedy pervert, for not being able to sit next to a human without his cock getting hard, and suddenly his fingers are pulling at the hems of your clothes and he's eyeing the space between your legs while licking his lips.

What's a better way than to teach him some discipline than edge him endlessly while on being recorded? So you can show all of the human kink losers he calls friends in the forum how much they can't truly handle a human in bed.

The second you post the video, it suddenly shots up to the top of the page. Comment after comment, hit after hit. People wonder if that's a real human, did a human actually find their forum?

But even the mods of the forum can't keep their braincells from slipping away while watching your video. Especially with how you keep pushing the elf until he crumbles, whining and crying for your human hole, talking about how he's willing to do anything just to make love to you again.

High elves really rarely use dirty words, yet the camera stand witness to all the perverted things you made him admit. Telling him to ask to fuck you, it's not make love.

The camera can't see the way his lips tremble as his pointy ears lower down slightly. He's using common this time as he asks to fuck you, please have mercy.

And you let him, giving him the permission.

He slips in you, his cum still inside you from earlier makes this easier. And fuck he's cumming already, just barely bottomed out as he's switching back to elvish and becoming a moaning mess while filling you with his cum.

But he still goes on, continues pumping and fucking into you through the overwhelming pleasure. It's like he's addicted to your body, the way his hands grip possessively at whatever they can hold, the way he keeps calling you these sweet titles in elvish that are normally only reserved for your spouce.

With the first video being such a massive hit, people are already overflowing his inbox with requests, even offering to pay for commissions.

Most of the focus is on you, they want to see the cute human ride dildos in shapes of various races. A dragonborn's massive one with rigges scales, a demon's shaped one with blunt spikes and a mean big head, an aasimar's one that curves just right to bully that sensitive spot inside you with the most beautiful colours.

People want to see the human take two or three at once, see you in a collar with a leash or on a throne with a leather whip. Some want you in frilly pink lingerie with your ass out, others prefer a classy red tight dress with your chest exposed.

A smaller group that's made of fellow elves, want to see you with your loser high elf boyfriend. Want to see him dress you up in traditional elvish clothes before ripping them off of you. Want him to teach you the most lewd words in elvish and make you repeat them while he fucks you.

Whenever you're busy or away and he can't bother you with his kisses or needy cock, he's browsing the forum and answering all the questions thrown his way.

Asking how the inside of a human felt, how much did he pay you to agree to sleep with him? What do you mean it was fully voluntary- so the rumours are true? Humans are whores?

Somehow, these questions are starting to irritate him.

A lot of them ask him if he's willing to share you, or if they can get your socials. He ends up blocking and reporting them, not even bringing them up to you.

Because...what if you leave him for one of them? What if you'd prefer a tiefling with cool horns or half-orc who could manhandle you with ease? He can't ruin the one thing in life that has made him happy- the single time fate smiled his way.

So he convinces you to let him take care of the online account, you can worry about the videos and making them, he will take care of everything else for you.

Also he still hasn't corrected anyone in the forum who call him your boyfriend, that title is making him happier more than it has any right to. So what if he didn't bring it up to you yet? He'd rather live in this fantasy where he is your boyfriend.

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 16: Erase

Summary:

Some things you just can't erase.

Rating: G/PG

The Ink Demon crouched down before the cell towers, gouging marks into the dirt floor with his claws. He could still feel the harsh lacerations of the electrical currents piercing his skin. The last time he had felt such pain was outside the cycle... however long that was.

The towers stood silently by- an ominous beacon warding off potential intruders against what might be locked inside the Gent headquarters. The memories of Wilson's tampering brought a vivid image back to him. His heart began to pound as he finally dropped his gaze from the structures. What was this foreign feeling?

He looked down at his hands to find sizable marks in the floor. No, that couldn't be possible. He wasn't... scared. Was he?

He growled, casting a resentful glower toward the towers. His muscles grew taut as if he expected the towers to spark back to life. How could he be certain they wouldn't? The only course of action to make certain of that was to destroy them. Yes, that would make this feeling go away.

Before he could pull himself to standing, footsteps echoed down the open space toward him. Without even needing to turn around, he knew who it was. "Audrey," He acknowledged shortly, never taking his attention off the cell towers.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you," Audrey replied, coming up to stand beside him.

He stepped to the side. Audrey had a habit for getting too close. It was rather bothersome that she didn't appear to be afraid of him anymore.

"What are you doing down here?" Audrey murmured, following his gaze. Ink found her tone to be unreadable.

”Thinking,” He answered with a rumble. His claws were just itching to tear those looming pillars down to the ground.

”You seem tense,” Audrey commented and stepped in front of him. He loomed over her, but her face was void of any trace of fear. Her golden eyes scrutinized him with a notable frown.

”I’m not.”

”Your posture says otherwise.”

”Drop it, Audrey.” His patience was already wearing thin.

”What’s wrong?”

”Nothing—“

”You never come down here. Why now? Is there something bothering—“

The Ink Demon thrust his face just inches from hers with a sharp growl. Audrey took a step back, sudden fear in her eyes. “I’m here to get rid of those,” was all he gurgled as he shouldered past her. Don’t show weakness.

He could feel Audrey’s eyes trained on him from behind as he paused in front of one of the towers. A haphazard wall had been constructed around it in the form of a barrier with only the tip of the towers poking out above it.

He bunched his muscles and leapt. His claws sliced into the metal with a sickening screech as his momentum brought him back down to the ground.

Piece by piece he dismantled the wall until the tower and its control panel were uncovered. He prepared his final assault before his body froze in place. His mind wanted to move, but his limbs wouldn’t comply. What was wrong with him?

Audrey suddenly moved past him, pipe in hand. With a cry of exertion, she brought it down in an arc over her head. Sparks flew out of the panel as the wiring grew exposed.

Taking that as encouragement, he slashed his claws into the metal. Soon, the tower was a mess of ripped steel and cut wires.

Audrey stepped back, panting from the endeavor. He was about to make his way over to the other cell tower before Audrey called his name— well, his namesake. “Bendy?”

The Ink Demon hesitated and looked over his shoulder, prompting her to continue.

”I know you don’t trust me… and I know you don’t want to talk about it. But… I know what happened to you here.”

He felt a rush of that strange, foreign feeling run through his inky veins. With a growl, he accused, “How would you know? Were you there?”

Audrey’s eyes widened and she held up her hands in protest. “No! Of course not! Remember? I came here last cycle to find the End Reel. I found some audio recordings lying around. And… well…” She trailed off and ducked her head.

He was partially thankful she didn’t complete that thought, though he wouldn’t tell her that. The Keepers had done irreparable damage to his body, as to his mind. The very inkling of them and the nightmares lying inside that factory made his skin crawl. Was he scared after all? Him? The king of this studio?

”I know you’re hurting,” Audrey resumed gently. “But this studio, it’s an example of how you can’t change the past. If I could turn back time to stop Wilson and what he did to you, believe me, I would. What is done is done… Now all I want to do is help you. But I can’t do that if you don’t let me.”

He dug at the dirt absently with a claw. Audrey was a rather peculiar creature, wasn’t she? Even after all she’s seen here, she’s still willing to help everyone. To help him of all beings. Why? What did she have to gain from it? Did he even deserve it after all he’s done? After all he went through?

He struggled to control his breathing as flashes of the past swarmed his mind. He needed to lash out, to prove his strength. Surely that would be enough to keep his own demons at bay. 

Audrey set a soft hand on his shoulder. He flinched but didn’t shy away.

”I won’t push the matter,” she conceded. “But if you ever want to talk it out, I’ll be here. For now… why don’t we wrap things up? I think some demolition is in order. Who knows, maybe we can turn this place around?”

Ink was momentarily taken aback. She was rooted in her conviction to keep reaching out to him, even if most days he was dismissive of it. It was odd to have someone share the burden of his pain.

Audrey led the way over to the other cell tower. He slowly followed, lost in his own thoughts. Maybe he couldn’t erase what happened to him, no matter how hard he fought it or pushed it down into the back of his mind. But Audrey was extending a hand to him, claiming promises of a better future. Could he really trust her? The daughter of Joey Drew?

He watched as she went to work trying to knock down the wall and moved to help. 

In time. He’d observe her and make a decision then. But even now, the seed of hope had already been planted. Maybe the cycle had a light at the end of the tunnel after all.

[fanderficreader]

The Trend. (Prinxiety)

A/N you could see it as platonic or romantic. (Either way, idc.) btw this is my first fic, so be nice pls. 😁

Words: 1021

TW: none

Virgil was in his room watching TikTok on his phone, when he came across a video. Someone was wearing a hoodie while someone else behind them was in the back of it, using their arms as the first persons arms. When he saw this, he got an idea.

Virgil made his way to Romans room, and knocked on the door. "Come in~" he said in a sing song tone. "Hey Roman. Whatcha doing?" Roman was at his desk, working on the script for the next sander sides video for Thomas. "Just helping Thomas with his script. Why?" Roman asked. "I was wondering if you're willing to try this trend with me." As Virgil said that, he pulled out his phone, pulling up the video he watched earlier.

"Oh, Yeah sure!" Roman said excitedly. He was mostly happy because Virgil barely wants to hang out with any of the sides. If so, he mostly hangs with Patton. So this was special for Roman. "So we're gunna need one of my hoodies." Virgil went to go grab a big hoodie that he owned. When he came back Roman was already set up with everything ready to go.

"Ok, so am I gunna be your arms, or are you gunna be mine?" Roman asked. "You can be my arms." Virgil put on the hoodie and let Roman get in the back. His arms then went through the sleeves, and they were ready to record. They chose the same audio that the other people did, and just ran with that. As they were recording though, Roman kept breathing on Virgil's neck on the inside of the hoodie.

Roman stopped the recording. "Hey, why do you keep shivering?" Roman started. "You are literally wearing a hoodie." He exclaimed. Roman was still in the hoodie as he was talking. So every time he would talk, it would send another tingly vibration down Virgil's spine. "I'm not s'shivering. I don't know w'what you're talking a'about." Virgil stuttered. "Is it cause I'm breathing on you?" When he asked that, Virgil got a little pink in the face.

Roman finally stuck his head out of the hoodie- his face also downing a nice crimson and some beads of sweat -he looked at Virgil and saw the pink in his cheeks. "I know why I'm red but why is your face flushed as well?" As roman said that, his face flushed a deeper pink. Roman was confused for a second. Until he put two and two together, and realized what was happening. "So you're sure you're fine?" As he said that, he shifted his hand so it could poke Virgil in the stomach a little. This made him jump slightly.

"Nope. I'm fihine." He awkwardly laughed, to brush off some of the tension. "Are you sure?" Roman leaned in to Virgil's ear to whisper that. When he did Virgil scrunched up his neck. Roman mentally giggled at that. Oh this is gunna be fun... he thought. "Hey Virgil." "Whahat?" He giggled slightly. "You know what would be great right now?" He started. "A kiss." With that he then started giving Virgil tiny kisses on his neck, behind his ear, and on his collarbone.

To tell you Virgil was a mess is an understatement. He was giggling up a storm, just enjoying the sensations on his body -But he would never tell anyone that(except for Roman...)- "aww, you look so cute like this Virgie." That made Virgil blush even more. "Stohahap wihith the tehehsihing!" Virgil said through the giggles. "Aww, but you love the teases~" he pulled up Virgil's shirt and the hoodie a bit, and started poking Virgil's stomach. That made the giggles pick up, and the squeals start.

After about 2,3 minutes of this Roman finally spoke. "Hey, Virge. You know what I'm craving right now?" Virgil didn't answer and just kept giggling. He shook his head back and fourth already knowing the answer. "Raspberries!" With that he then started blowing tiny raspberries on Virgil's neck and collarbone. When I tell you, Virgil screamed. "EEEEEEhehe!! NoHOHOoh!!" Virgil was in stitches, but he was also the happiest he'd been this whole week.

He's been down lately, in a state of depression. So he thought by doing this with Roman would really help lift his spirits. -and oh, did it do more then that- his dopamine levels were as high as a kite right now. "Hey Virge. You know what I've noticed." He stated calmly, as if there wasn't a grown man in hysterics in front of him. "Whahhahahat!?" He tried to answer. "You haven't once said for me to stop." He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. As he said that, he slowed his 'attack' to a stop.

"w'Well, i- um..." his blush burned a dark crimson at this point, and started to spread to the tips of his ears. "Do you perhaps like it?~" Roman asked. "n'No..." that got him a poke to the side. -the hoodie had already gotten taken off of the both of 'em at this point- he squeaked. "Ok, maybe a little..." Virgil's face was flushed so brightly, if you didn't know what they were talking about, you would be concerned for him.

"Well isn't that just adorable~" Roman said. "No it's not!" When he said that, Roman lifted a brow. "Are you sure about that?~" he then fluttered his fingers on Virgil's neck, making him giggle and scrunch up. "You're just like a roly poly." Roman smiled at Virgil. Which made him look away in embarrassment. "Hey, don't look away." He started. " I'm not done tickling you yet." There they both were, on the floor, in a tickle fight. Forgetting about the once attended to tripod, that was still recording Everything.

(A/N) I hope that you enjoyed this. It's my first sander sides fic, so it's probably not the best. But, I tried to give the characters as much justice as I could. I hope it was just as teasy for you as it was for me... AnYwAaAAaYsS! I hope you enjoyed, and I'll try and write more soon.😅 BYE!

[curio-queries]

Haiii.

Found your blog recently and I love reading your production notes :)

I'm going to probably explain this really badly 😝 but here goes.

I was wondering about your thoughts on how they used sound clips that were not from the footage the viewer is seeing in ep. 3? I'm not sure what you would call this type of editing but a moment I found peculiar was when they were trying on the North Face clothes.

We see the 3 of them going through the items/trying different things on, then we see JK trying a jacket, then Jimin with a jacket on turning around.

The audio doesn't match. You hear JK talk about the clothes. Then Jimin asking how he looks to JK. (not to mention how the messed up subtitle saga continues 🙄)

The second time I noticed the same type of editing happen was at the end of the episode at the go-kart place. After JK did his circling of his go-kart in front of Jimin & Taehyung, we see Jimin do that frog thing lol then we have a wide shot including both scenery and them in the corner chatting, then a drone shot, and the audio is of Jimin & JK talking about the day's activities with added music as well.

This second case felt right to me. It gave a bit of reflection and wrapped up the episode. 

But in the first case, I’m a bit confused. What was the creative choice there?

Not having appropriate footage of them (i.e. 1 person was not decent/not covered up) when they were having that conversation trying on the clothes? Then why use the audio at all? There wasn’t consistency in the use of this type of editing choice so it stuck out to me.

Anyways, just looking for some insight from someone with knowledge such as you.

Thank you 🥰

Hello there! I'm so thrilled you sent this in! I love chatting about this stuff and you helped me notice something with this scene as well.

To your point, yes, there are usually a few reasons why editors will play audio from one scene as a voiceover for another.

It's an extremely useful tool for transitions, helping to build a bridge between two scenes.

In traditional TV and movies it's also most frequently used as a bandaid to cover when they want to change the lines an actor says after they've already been filmed.

It also can be purely stylistic. They did this in this episode at the end of the bit where vmin talk to jk on his bike for their mafia/hitman role play. The final dialogue as a voiceover helped continue the fun and fantastical moment.

For the moment you mentioned when they're changing clothes, I suspect it's edited this way purely as a utility for one reason: The guys aren't wearing their mics so there was no audio that matched up with the moment they decided to show. I'd easily wager there was a brand deal with the North Face to have the members wear some of these clothes as product placement. In that case, brands usually will have requirements about how much screentime specifically highlights their product and my even require approval of the final segment. The guys are obviously used to this so they made sure to record some good dialogue when they did have their mics on but the footage we got is more dynamic than them just complimenting straightforward to a camera. That would be my guess as to why this specific moment was edited like this.

Fun fact though: Tae never put his mic back on after getting out of the pool until after they put these clothes on. And JK only donned his while JM was taking that pic that was only the top of Tae's head. I'd wager they flipped the chronology of when Tae took his scooter ride cuz he and JK both have mics on when he gets back and I highly doubt Tae wouldn't have walked right by him if Jimin was still asleep on the ground when he got back.

Anyway, thanks again for the ask. I may be incorrect about why anything was done this specific way in these episodes but it's fun to chat about the possibilities.

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[kaiowut99]

A Special Announcement~ | Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V Tag Force Special Re-Translation Project!

I've been itching to get around to posting about this for a few months now, but wanted to wait until I'd worked on enough for it, but also had the idea to create an announcement trailer to go with it for added good measure--after recording and editing clips for a couple weeks and leveling the audio last night, heremst we are! (For some clips, I forgot to turn off the PPSSPP emulator's DevMenu option so that shows up in the top-left, buuut I didn't feel like re-recording those, lmao.)

Details worth reading below the cut here, but tl;dr work has been in progress for over a year in between things, work will continue to be in progress for a while, and the release will happen when everything's ready, but stay tuned, fun's getting started etc etc~

So, I'm sure most of us are familiar with the as-yet-unlocalized-by-Konami TFSP, the seventh and last entry in the Tag Force series on the PSP that came out early in ARC-V's run (featuring the first five series which was a cool first), as well as the current translations out there originally worked on by the guys at XenoTranslations (omarrrio and ScrewTheRules/ClickClaxer01 at GBATemp handling the card and story/etc translations, respectively) and how there are... some issues with what's out there. Everything from the DM story mode being loaded with YGOTAS references (no shade to YGOTAS and much respect to LK/Martin for his ongoing work on it still making me laugh sometimes, ofc) to the off-the-cuff edginess of 2014-2015-era internet culture and the problematic (in some cases, derogatory) language that permeated it--though to its credit, some parts do have some level of translation attempted, but taken as a whole, it can definitely turn people off from giving the game a try and seeing what it brings to the table (which is still a good amount despite the corners Konami cut here/there compared to prior TF games).

I actually did attempt a translation of my own back in 2015 (if you've been following me for a long time, you might remember it lol), tackling the GX story text starting with Judai's heart events, but eventually put it on the backburner as I focused more on my GX subbing work and beginning to finalize everything (which I'm still doing). Sometime in 2022, a friend over on NeoArkCradle (the "anonymous YGO fan" in the opening screen) was poring over the story text and patching it up the best he could to remove the references and inaccuracies with more coherent work, and after a while of seeing what he was working with in the Discord, I was a bit blown away by just how inaccurate much of it was--so alongside him, and using the better tools available since then (including some really awesome work from both nzxth2 [who did a proper re-translation of 5D's TF6 not too long ago and was kind enough to release his tools for it] and our coding helper Xan1242 who we eventually reached out to for some help), I decided to *cracks knuckles* get involved and help give everything a more accurate and professional translation, much like I do with my GX subs, working directly off the Japanese text and files. I've been taking cracks at everything in between the GX episodes I've been finalizing going back to at least last January (and I'd used my little hiatus after finalizing GX Season 2's subs to really get at some other stuff throughout the game), starting with re-translating DM's story text but also properly translating other aspects of the game, from the character names (using the original Japanese names, including those of the TF-exclusive characters, partly since Konami made a whole mess of them in English TF1-5), in-duel dialogue, pack descriptions, and more to images with Japanese text (such as localizing the in-duel cut-in onomatopoeia as you see in the video above, or other little images throughout) using some Photoshop skills I've picked up. And it's been a joint effort, as said NAC friend and I have been bouncing off how we'd like to see this go between us to stay on the same page and all, while also checking with other translators there for second/third opinions as needed.

Our plan is to release two versions of a translation--one which uses the OCG [translated] card names in Story Mode, in-duel, and other text but not in the game's card system (mainly to deal with story-relevant notes like Osiris vs Slifer with the Gods or things like not-Utopia Hope being symbolic between Yuma and Astral, akin to how I do my GX subs), and one which uses the TCG card names in everything (like how the official subs go about it). While we're mostly working with the Japanese game files due to how the Xeno team went about decoding everything, we'll be using the card-system-related files from the fixed ISO provided by FLSGaming which fixed some issues that had been present there. And Xan has helped us with a plugin that will be used to apply our translations to the system files that were hard to edit otherwise (things like the character and recipe names, as well as the pack names pulled from for the Card Description screen), but more on how that'll work once this is ready for release, lol. At some point, I'd like to also look at HDifying textures and things, but that's definitely a bonus-level thing for after the main work here is done.

SO.

Currently, Story-Mode-wise, I've gone through everything up to Yusei's events--so Dark Yugi/Kaiba/Jounouchi/Ishizu/Mai in DM, Judai/Manjoume/Asuka/Misawa/Ryou in GX, and Yusei in 5D's have been fully retranslated, though I took initial cracks at Yuma and Yuya's events to get content for this video lol (I've also been intentionally holding off on as much ZEXAL as I can until I've properly watched the whole show so I have context). I haven't tackled overworld text yet, though (like pre-duel or the tournament-related text, which is all in the same file as all the story text). I've also been handling the in-duel dialogue as I go through the character stories, so also just up to Yusei, though I did take initial cracks at Aki's, Yuma and Shark's, and Yuya and Yuzu's for the video.

Other things tackled that were sprinkled into the video, along with some other notes:

Pack names and descriptions have been retranslated, though the descriptions may see minor edits closer to release for a little variety between worlds given the different characters at the shop. Character recipe names were also retranslated, with Yugipedia's translations for them used as an occasional second opinion, though ones based on pack names had to be abbreviated in spots.

Menu text, from the Options to Help screens and stuff in between, has been retranslated, as have in-duel text strings (so, you'll see a full "Activate Effect" instead of "Activate" or "Switch to Attack/Defense Position" instead of "Switch to ATK/DEF Position", etc--also fixed the "BATTELE PHASE" graphic typo, and NAC friend created a new translation for the "Turn Change" graphic for accuracy since ENG TF1-5 made that into "Next Player's Turn").

Database stuff, such as the Sound Test, Tutorials, Duel Missions, etc., have been retranslated closer to the Japanese text; originally I retranslated the Tutorial text via hex editor, with compromises done on quite a bit of it due to the space limits, but as Xan recently updated a text extractor tool of theirs to more cleanly pull out and reinsert that text, I've been going through and fleshing out those translations more (on my commutes to/from work mostly, to be productive lol).

As mentioned, I've been localizing/translating Japanese-text images throughout the game as I come across them, like with the in-duel onomatopoeia that come up during cut-ins or images in the shop/duel/etc screens using Japanese text, to make sure the game is fully translated.

The series logos, used during the title sequence and in the Series Select screens, were updated with translated fan edits shared on Deviantart (which we'll credit in the final release) for DM and GX, while the 5D's-ARC-V logos were edited to enlarge the "Yu-Gi-Oh!" text on them that was pretty hard to see originally.

The game's original opening sequence starts on an anti-piracy message before going into the Konami logo and then a "From Yu-Gi-Oh!..." screen before the opening animation for each series logo--the original team decided to use the first image to vent their frustration at Konami for not localizing this game, and while that's valid (to some extent), we thought we'd use the opportunity to dedicate this project to Kazuki Takahashi for inspiring our love for YGO and the place it's had in our hearts for all these years.

We'll be updating the names of cards that had TCG releases after the original patch was worked on/updated by FLSG to those corresponding names.

Xan has been working on many UI fixes for us to apply with this, among them 3-line dialogue box text as is used in the ENG TF1-5 games--once implemented for TFSP, I'll be going over everything to make full use of that extra space where needed, so things might not look as they do in the video by then.

Character bios will be worked on after I've done the story stuff, though I've taken initial cracks at it for Yuma and Yuya's bios for the video, along with translating the location/affiliation names ("Domino High School," "Satellite," etc).

Currently no release date is planned, as I'm working on this between my GX-finalizing work and actual IRL work, though we'll see how later this year looks as more work gets done--but as noted in the video, all things being equal, it will be released when everything is ready. I'll try to post regular updates or rambles now that this announcement's been made, lol, but do try not to constantly check in on a release date. 🙏🏽

All that said, I think that covers just about everything I wanted to put out there with this, lol. It's been fun to work on this so far and getting to see what I've re-translated in-game is definitely neat; looking forward to us being able to release everything when ready.

Stay tuned for more; the fun's just getting started!

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - sixty-two | beanie babies

...But you can be, you thought as you looked at your phone sadly. 

You didn’t want him to go away for a week. Yeah, the café was going to be a mess with one person that had prior experience but has been there less than a year and one person who was just trained… and Wooyoung. But you had a selfish reason: you were going to miss him while you were streaming. Yeah, so, fine… you had gotten used to having him around, and now that he wouldn’t be, you were a little upset about it. Fine. Fine! You were an adult, you could admit that.

…Not to him. But you could at least admit that to yourself. In your own head. Where no one else could hear you.

You forced yourself to finish working on the video edit for your client. They had really pulled a random move, because it was a mashup of a few ballads by a singer named Choi Jongho. All the songs they picked were heartbreaking, and you had put it off for two days just because you couldn’t stomach some of the lyrics. You never really found yourself to be one of those people who listened to sad songs and thought ‘this is about me’ and cried by themselves as they held onto the record sleeve, but given the current situation…

You slapped your cheeks to snap yourself out of it. You had to finish it. It wouldn’t be over until the video was done and sent. You put on some loud Nightcore that Bracken sent you a few days ago and listened to that in between the parts where you had to actually check that the audio matched up with the video. You were going to crumble and start crying if you listened to the words too closely, and you didn’t want to do that to yourself.

Thirty minutes later, you were finally finished, and sent it to your client.

Hi Nero,

Here’s the new video for your channel. I noticed you switched up your mashup style for this one. It was new and I really liked it. I hope you like what I did with the video.

--JGG

You didn’t know what else to write. It wasn’t a lie, you did like it, it just made you want to bawl your eyes out.

You didn’t want San to go away because you were going to miss him. You could admit you were selfish. The less selfish reason was… what if the stalker came in while he and Seonghwa were gone? You couldn’t very well ask one or both to stay if they couldn’t be there. Could you ask them to close the café? But think about all the revenue they might lose, and the customers who would switch to a different one for the week when they saw it was closed, and then never come back.

You were… you weren't sure if you were mad? You were pouty. You pouted. You didn’t want him to go.

Your phone buzzed.

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[cyberrat]

Dear god do you have any idea how unbelievably horny Vox would get if he found out Val couldn’t stop his own dick from fucking him!!!

He would definitely wait while Val was sleeping until it happened and then pull apart his legs to record it. He has a secret file of shadowy videos taken in the dark where you can see it squirm inside him. The only lighting is the camera’s flashlight on the lowest setting. It looks grainy and shaky as fuck

And Vox LOVES IT when Val cums inside himself. He tries to lick up whatever spills out around the cock

Poor Val, suckha sex crazed maniac that he can’t even stop his own body from molesting him

Vox has a huge folder dedicated to Valentino in every available position. He has candid photos, perfectly poses photos, staged videos… and those hidden little things that he had labelled ‚home movies‘.

In a way he is in love with Val. As much as any of the two of them can be in love. Also in a way, it makes him sad to see Val stressed out. His audio processors picking up on his delirious whimpering and dissecting it into fine detail.

However, it does not stop him from getting horny. In fact, the more distressed Valentino sounds, the more excited he gets. He never gets to witness *this* particular side of the other unless he is asleep and getting accosted by his own body.

His own, beautiful, treacherous body.

Vox pries Valentino‘s long legs apart with the gentleness of a surgeon. Drool is dripping from the corner of his widely grinning mouth.

Valentino‘s chest heaves, his hands - all four of them - clutching at the bedsheets. His face is twisted as if in pain.

He probably *is* in pain. He has to be. His pussy is puffy and flushed; an oversensitive, overworked mess and yet his cock keeps drilling itself into his own body with gusto.

Valentino‘s skinny thighs shake. Vox records it all. His claws gently dig harder and Valentino‘s legs follow the pressure, angling further apart just like he‘s done a million times before.

Well trained.

Vox zooms in on the cock busily molesting its master. Just a moment later, Valentino‘s muscles tense. He shakes through an exhausted orgasm, his own cum starting to bubble past the stopper of his cock.

Vox‘ grin widens, more drool slipping from between his teeth.

„Don‘t mind if I do,“ he croons and leans down to take care of the mess.

Maybe he‘ll finally start showing his little home videos during the credits of Vox-2-Nite. Valentino would be humiliated… but he‘s suitably sure it would also get him horny.

Everything does.

[classified-coworker]

"42"

>[You discover a strange device, which is cracked and damaged. It seems to be some sort of audio recorder, though you're not one hundred percent sure what t's function it.]

((tw: graphic descriptions of gore and death, along with delusions))

>[You've managed to get the broken device to function, it's speaker coming to life with a click and soft hissing. It's difficult to hear, but you think there may be the sound of breathing.]

>[Before you can properly question the noise, a voice begins to speak.]

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

>[What? You try to talk back to the man you hear, but quickly realize it's a recording when you're cut off.]

"Today... It was a good day. We made progress. But... at what cost?"

"For- no, 42, has passed. It was a mess. We lose men all the time. It's nothing new, I don't know why I'm so... troubled by this one. Something about it just... haunts me."

>[The man's voice trembles, and his breath grows shaky, riddled with heavy emotion.]

"I should start from the beginning. Me and Ford, we were buddies. In the sense that we made up names for each other and chatted during breaks. Helped one another with work and would hang around in the other's office every now and then. We never went out drinking or anything, he hated alcohol and anything of the like. I don't know how he ever tolerated me."

>[He chuckles a little, followed by a quiet sniffle, which he tries to cover up with a cough, muttering nonsense about being sick.]

"That man was ...miserable. Now that I come to think of it, that may have been my fault... but hey, he seemed to come around. Over time things seemed to change, get better. Maybe he started to actually like me."

"I wonder how much of that was really him..."

>[The man in the recording takes a deep breath.]

"Both of us, being chipped and well-versed in how the systems work, would often be sent to collect samples from The Falsehood. I think they're changing that system now.... It's for the better, I believe."

"Ford was a careful guy. I... don't know how it got to him. But visit after visit, he would get weirder and weirder. These weren't typical symptoms of 'the shift', so nobody batted an eye. Maybe I should've looked further into it, questioned him more."

>[There's a long pause.]

"...Sometimes I hate this fucking place."

>[He mumbles something about cutting that bit out, before speaking in a more informational tone.]

"42's symptoms started small. He grew peppier and more pleasant, seemed to be bursting with energy and productivity. He started to do little things like drink more coffee than usual. He would talk a little different. The most notable change was about two weeks ago. The amount of work he got done took a plummet. I warned him about the boss, but he refused to listen. He began to ramble about this "thing" he was researching. We're not the research team, but he seemed so passionate."

"During last week's excursion in Falsehood, he continuously strayed too far from me, following the "thing", as he claimed."

"After, I'd had to nearly drag him out of there, despite previously having hated being there. His strange activity became extremely apparent to me a few days ago, where his innocent ramblings became these crazed rants about The Falsehood, about "them". I tried to talk to the superiors about him. I don't understand why they didn't see the same issues as me."

"During today's excursion, he was stupid. Reckless. Nothing like the man I knew. He guided me aimlessly down there, until we got separated. He ran off."

>[The man'e voice begins to tremble once again, seemingly choking up]

"By the time I found him, he'd stripped himself of the protective gear. He seemed ecstatic, waving his arms around and calling out into the smog. He was already sustaining damage, his skin was burning and peeling. I... kept my distance. I had to. He was directing attention to himself. He was already on death's doorstep basically begging to die. I- I did the correct thing."

>[He chokes up again, groaning softly at himself, cursing himself for being weak]

"It's better than I'm still alive."

>[The recording seems to end. There's a long break with not a single sound from the device...]

>[But moments after, it fires up with sound, projecting a grainy video onto the wall in front of you, putting on display what appears to be the man's body cam.]

>[Before you is a strange, dark place, pillars of strangely formed bone holding up a ceiling that drips black fluid. There's pixellated fog all around. Another man, who you assume to be 42, stays ahead of your sight, looking around in delight. He appears to be wearing a modified hazmat suit. The man adjusts his camera, gloves revealing he too is protected.]

"I can feel it Stryker! Can't you? This place is telling us something, I'm sure of it!"

"It's telling me to get the fuck out of here."

>[The voice is the same as the one in the previous recording.]

>[Ford turns around. Underneath his mask, you can see his face carries a playful pout. There's heavy eyebags visible, and his pupils appear to be tiny.]

"Oh you're no fun. If you're so adamant about leaving, so be it! I have something important to be here for. Can't you hear it?"

"Ford-"

>[Ford turns away from you, starting to walk faster. As the man tries to catch up, Ford starts running.]

"FORD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

>[The man tries to chase after Ford, but he disappears in a mass of fog, the particles causing poor visibility, the footage from the camera getting grainy.]

"Shit- shit!"

>[There's audible worry in the man's voice, and the camera is adjusted.]

>[The man begins running, your vision getting fuzzier the further he goes into the fog, until he passes through it about a minute later. The structures are more plantlike here, and there's visible signs of something having passed through, claw marks and ruts in the ground and bone. Freshest of all however is the bootprints.]

>[You follow the trail, discovering the helmet of Ford's hazmat suit on the ground.]

"No-nono.. shiit.."

>[He starts running faster, following his bootprints, finding more of Ford's suit scattered about. His breath gets shakier and he's left panting, and at some point, he seems to stop, deviating from the trail and hiding.]

>[The camera takes a second to focus, and when it does, you see Ford standing in the middle of a clearing, smog surrounding him, the pixels gathered around his form like flies to a piece of rotting meat. Ford turns to face the camera, shouting and waving his arms]

"Stryker! Come here! Join me!! I found it! We're here!"

>[The man remains silent, just watching, unable to move. Ford continues talking nonetheless, his voice getting raspier, coming out like he'd just been choking.]

"Don't you hear it? They sing to us! The angels see us in this place!! They're coming, they'll free us!! We won't have to suffer anymore, no more pain. I finally see it!!"

"They were all blind- even I was blind- but we're free now!"

>[Ford brings a hand to his face. When he pulls it back, his skin peels off, dripping from his hand like a pulpy goo, his face bleeding in a similar manner. Ford doesn't seem to understand is, starting to laugh madly, shaking heavily.]

>[Anything else Ford says comes out as nonsense, as skin behind to peel off from his arms, and he drops to his knees, his lets unable to support him as his pants grow stained red with his blood. The man with the bodycam starts stepping back a few paces, as the sound of a screeching static begins to come from seemingly every direction.]

"THEY'RE HERE!! THEY SEE ME!! SAVE ME, SAVE ME!!!"

>[Ford continues screaming, as the footage becomes riddled with pixels. A massive humanoid creature comes into view, it's limbs long and thin. It hunches over Ford, though he cannot see it, his head bearing oozing sockets where his eyes once were, He cackles with glee as the creature holds him down, his flesh forming a puddle around him.]

"SAVE MEE, PLEASE GOD!! FREE ME FROM THIS-"

>[Ford's voice is cut off as the creature puts a clawed hand over his head, instantly crushing it, with a sickening squishing sound. It opens it's mouth, several tongues slithering out from a slit in it's lower jaw, the ends bearing tiny claws, which pick the gooey flesh from his body. The man stands and stares for a few moments, before starting to run through the fog once again, grabbing a separate device, speaking frantically into it.]

"Man down- I REPEAT, MAN DOWN!! Excursion critical failure- unknown class anomaly within bounds of the elevator, levels of gas are extremely high, SOMEONE GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!"

>[He keeps running, the static overwhelmingly loud. Eventually a small elevator comes into sight, the doors opening as he gets closer, running inside and repeatedly pressing the close doors button. He repeats several things into the device, then grabs the camera with a shaky hand. He chokes out a half-sob, shouting something to himself in an anguished voice and punching the elevator wall, though the audio's too broken to tell what he said.]

>[The footage cuts off there. No more audio comes from the device before you.]

[bp-zb1fics]

Hey!!! I love your writing so much,, especially your jay fic ;; I saw that you loved canon fics and omg literally SAME,, so i was like lemme request a lil something lolol

Jay smut, reader is his makeup artist during the over me “era” and you can free style the rest <333

😺 anon

Tonight I’ll take you away

pairing: jay x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canon, suggestive themes, smut

wc: 1940

summary: you proposition the cute trainee that’s been making eyes at you while you’re working

Check my pinned for more fics~

MINORS DO NOT READ PLEASE!!!!

tw/tags: flirting, staring, realities of the idol industry, makeup, plastic surgery mention (not referring to jay), assumptions made about the industry, covertly arranged hook up, jay kinda subby, bondage, mention of pre negotiation/boundary setting, teasing, kissing, making out, nipple play, oral sex (both receiving), non explicit and explicit descriptions, riding, orgasms, reader bottoms but gender isn't specified, reader is implied to be older than jay but you can imagine it however you want

a/n tysm for loving my writing, 😺 anon! Hope you like this, it took quite awhile but I finally got to writing it~ thinking of turning this into a whole over me 🥵 series but while thoughts are being had, y'all can check out the leejeong part if you haven't!

“잘생겼어요?” [Jalsaenggyoso]

You pause, just for a second, hiding that brief moment of confusion by dipping your brush back into the eyeshadow palette.

“You mean 잘생겼나요?“ [Jalsaenggyonayo]

Even under his foundation, his cheeks flush. You’re unfazed, having worked with a fair amount of foreign idols, you’ve received your share of flirtatious comments and sometimes even straight up propositions both in shaky Korean and poor English, up until they realise you’re perfectly capable of understanding both.

Tapping off the excess, you motion for him to close his eyes, holding his chin to steady him and swiping lightly over his lids. And because you rather avoid another misunderstanding, you continue to talk in English.

“Keep your eyes closed for me, please.”

You instruct him as you blend it in with a darker shadow at the outer corner of his lash line. He’s a good looking kid. In this industry, they all are, honestly, they have to be. You can only do so much contouring to sharpen their jawlines and slim their faces and define their nose. Some of them are so naturally attractive that you wonder how they have such good genes and others? Well, there’s nothing the knife and needle can’t take care of.

“And open.”

He does and you can’t help but notice how striking he looks. It does help that he has a natural double eyelid, saving you the effort of going in with the tape, the subtle liner popping out immediately. You make a few small adjustments, ignoring how his breath goes shaky every time you use your hands to angle his face.

He is, by no means, the subtle type. But he’s also a trainee, a Western-raised one to boot. They tend to be…a lot more expressive by nature, unabashed staring, the more established idols even going as far as making open advances, confidence given by signed NDAs and the knowledge that whatever footage of this will be deleted. While he doesn’t have that confidence, his face speaks volumes, wanting eyes, the ends of his mouth quivering upwards as you lean in to brush tint over his lips, even the little Korean he messed up earlier.

“You really shouldn’t stare like that when there are cameras.”

You murmur, glad that they haven’t been able to clip a mic to his shirt yet. There are only two cameras in the partitioned off waiting room, one mounted on a tripod meant to record the whole room although you know from experience that it won’t pick up audio and both of you weren’t in any kind of suspicious position either. Besides, they hardly used the footage from there, the behind the scenes most likely taking clips from the handheld camera that the other trainees sitting on the couch were talking at.

So honestly, neither of the cameras would catch him but you figured that anyone planning to be an idol might as well be a little more cautious. 

“Sorry,” he immediately ducks his head, sheepish with a little embarrassment now evident on his face. Definitely a lot more expressive.

It tones down but he seriously won’t stop stealing glances at you. Even when he’s called over to film or you retouch the makeup of the other trainees, your eyes end up meeting whenever you look his way. When they’re called to stand-by backstage, mic packs are taped on with you and the rest of the makeup and styling team making last minute adjustments. Maybe, it’s a lapse of judgement but you reach up and tug the black choker askew on his neck back into place.

Maybe only you two hear the sharp inhale he makes when you do that. 

“Need to get into the mood of your song, you know.”

You quip under your breath as you retouch some parts of his face, no need for any extra blush, at least. 

“Ah, yes.”

He offers you a smile in return. Cute.

You’re part of the staff that accompany them to the studio for retouches. All of them stand still as you fix up smudges or spots that’ve been sweated away. But it’s only Jay who really looks at you with a little something as he parts his lips to let your brush fix up the gradient, making sure they look soft and plush and camera ready.

“Good luck, fighting!”

It’s not that suspicious with all the other staff cheering them on but he lights up right away. It’s too cute.

And then they do the dry run and in the place of that shy, soft-spoken, smiling kid is this sensual man with sultry vocals that does things to you. It’s a blur, the song wrapping up way too fast and leaving you a little breathless and slightly warm under the collar.

They come backstage and maybe you bustle up to Jay too quickly but in fairness, the rehearsal has his bangs sticking to his forehead, foundation a little smudged and you definitely need to do retouches.

“Did I do well?”

He asks you, all quiet again. There’s no trace of the man onstage in his bright eyes as he smiles at you. When you tell him he did, somehow he manages to look even happier. You watch him greet the fans with those eyes before completely flipping the switch, vocals coming on even stronger, giving them flirty little smiles as rose petals decorate the stage.

And that’s when you decide, well, why not? He was cute and he seemed to think you were too. You’d suck his dick…if he wanted you too.

__________________________________________

After the M Countdown filming and a fan meeting that had you on the side for more touch ups, you found out that he, in fact, wanted you too.

It isn’t too difficult, you being in the industry long enough to go about making arrangements discretely and without too much fuss. NDAs aside, it does help that while he is on a highly-publicised survival show, he still is considered a trainee which makes it easier to slip under the radar. There’s a little pre-negotiation, setting boundaries, getting consent but it goes over smoothly.

Which is why he’s here, actually trying to avoid your gaze, the red ribbon stage props binding his wrists to the bed posts, his pants somewhere on the floor. It’s a very pretty sight, you think to yourself as you watch him squirm, his arousal out in the open, cheeks flushed. It’s fun when they’re needy. It’s even better knowing that a hundred people can scream their name but your name will be the only one they’ll say tonight.

Jay says your name in a way that’s reminiscent of how he sang earlier. Melodic, almost breathless, just a little needy. You’re settled between his legs, running a hand over his thigh, enjoying the way he trembles slightly when you ghost at where he wants it. He’s all shy and stuttery again but his body is as expressive as before.

He surges forward as you lean in, meeting your lips with his. He’s not a bad kisser. You aren’t surprised, assuming that growing up in the West and not starting training as a child like some of the inexperienced ones you hear about must have had something to do with that. He’s still shy but there’s a sense of self-assurance in the way he mouths softly at your bottom lip. Parting his lips to let you slip your tongue in, exploring the spots that get his hips to jump, his wrists to strain against their bindings.

The sounds he makes are like music as you scrape your teeth over his neck, careful not to leave any bruises. You lap at abused skin and he starts getting noisy. That’s fine. No one would hear and even if someone does, they know it’s none of their business. Fingertips graze his nipples and you watch him twitch, leaking onto the sheets. You can’t help but ask.

“Good?”

“Please. Can you-”

“Can I…?”

“Can you do that again, please?”

And because he asked so nicely, you use your mouth, flicking your tongue out. He’s gasping, bucking his hips, trying to get some friction where he’s aching. You could toy with him all night but you won’t do that. Not tonight, at least. You press kisses lower and lower, his breath getting shallower nearly halting as you pause between his legs and look up at him.

“Will you stay still for me?”

It’s taking awhile to register but once it does, he nods. Well, you can’t have that.

“Words please.”

He looks so stricken, it’s almost adorable. But it’s barely a second of hesitation before he answers.

“Yes, yes- ah!”

You take him fully into your mouth, as much as you can. He’s heavy against your tongue as you hollow your cheeks for more suction, bobbing your head a few times. You look up and his head is thrown up against the headboard, eyes closed, lip tint smeared on his parted lips, sharp breaths escaping. You run your tongue along the veins on the underside of his dick and the sounds he lets out are obscene.

Impressively enough, he manages to keep his hips steady, letting you go at your own pace. But you know you’re good. You’ve been told that you’re good. Waiting till he relaxes, basking the pleasure of your tongue running over him, suckling softly, even moving to leave a mark or two on his thighs. Then, without warning, you’re descending, taking him almost fully in your mouth, breathing steadily through your nose.

You’re pretty sure the whole floor heard him just now, his hips jerking up traitorously. You pull off and the whine that comes next is delicious. He’s wrecked, bangs stuck to his forehead in an erotic echo of earlier, eyes dark and pleading, fists clenching uselessly.

“I thought you’d stay still for me?”

What comes out of his mouth next is almost unintelligible, a mess of Korean and English, all you know is that he’s begging. You shush him, your clothes joining his on the floor. You’ve got him hypnotised as you sink your fingers between your own legs, the wet squelch betraying how eager you are. He slides in, nice and easy and you take a moment to relish in the fullness that this angle offers, straddling him fully.

Your hands press his hips downward, keeping them still this time until you’re ready to feel him deeper. It’s a lost cause once you let go, he moves, as much as he can with his hands still restrained and unable to provide leverage. You let him tire himself out before you take your own pleasure, rolling your hips and enjoying the way he sounds when you do. He doesn’t ask you to untie him so you ride him until he’s about to tip over the edge, it’s not hard to tell with someone as expressive as him, the brink of an orgasm is written all over his face.

Maybe you’re a little sex drunk but the sound he makes when you push him past release should be recorded and made into a song. But for now, you’re the only listener. Chest heaving, you free his wrists and before you know it, it’s his face buried between your legs, helping you reach your own release.

“Is it okay if we stay tonight?” He asks after you’ve cleaned up, lying on the bed, limbs tangled together. He’s very tactile, you've found out.

You consider the consequences before shrugging, quite enjoying the way he presses soft kisses against your shoulders, singing softly to the song that’s playing quietly in the background.

“If you want to.” He does.