#what's your It's a secret ;) wildest costume ;A;

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The Gospel According to...Asia Kate Dillon

Name: Asia Kate Dillon

Hometown: Ithaca, NY

Education: Actor's Workshop of Ithaca Meisner Training; AMDA, NYC

Who do you play in The Mysteries?: Lucifer

Tell us about The Mysteries: An epic, radical retelling of the entire bible in one 6 hour event, with 50 plays by 48 of the most exciting playwrights, put together by a brilliant directing/design team and performed by 54 of NYC's brightest talents. Plus there's dinner and dessert, too!

Describe The Mysteries in three words: Groundbreaking. Evocative. Transformative. What's the wildest costume you wear in The Mysteries?: It's a secret ;) If you could be anyone from The Bible, who would you be?: According to buzzfeed.com, Esther. Whom I know nothing about but Judy Garland played Esther in 'Meet Me in St. Louis' which was a seminal film in my life so I glean great meaning from this.

Which company member is most likely to actually have lived during Biblical times?: Paul Thomas Truitt

Which company member is most likely to be the Messiah?: Colin Waitt

Most likely to become an angel?: Ricardo Davila

Most likely to hear voices in their head?: Tyler Gardella

Who's the most spiritual?: Kyle Hines

On the 8th day god said_____: Nothing. Lucifer's got this one ;)

Are you going to heaven or hell?: I am already in both for they are both here on Earth. There is no joy without pain.

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins are you?: Pride What's the biggest inside joke at The Mysteries?: Weeeeeeerq!

What's your favorite moment from The Mysteries?: Pentecost, even though I'm not in it, I just love it. I'm moved to sing, clap, laugh and cry, all backstage, all in one beautiful play. What is the most rewarding part about being a member of The Mysteries?: To be an emerging artist in NYC there has been no greater reward than the camaraderie I have found with every soul involved. The level of dedication is unparalleled and creates a unique environment for not only deep artistic growth but for deep exploration of the human condition. Juicy, eh?

Why should we come see The Mysteries?: Because we want you. We want you.

For more on Asia,  visit https://www.facebook.com/asiakatedillon

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...Xan Russell

Are you going to heaven or hell?: I wouldn't mind spending all of eternity cackling with Asia Kate Dillon! But I'll miss them, because obviously I'll be in Heaven.

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...Anna Dart

Are you going to heaven or hell?: Heaven. But Asia Kate Dillon is such a cool Lucifer that the alternative is tempting. 

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...Kate Thulin

Who's the most spiritual?: Asia Kate Dillon...dust in the wind...

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...Justin Ahdoot

Who's the most spiritual?: Asia Kate Dillon

Why should we come see The Mysteries?: [...] I guarantee there is a line that will make you think after you leave. There are so many lines that Lucifer says that have made my head spin.

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...Sarah Keyes

Are you going to heaven or hell?: Heaven, but Lucifer makes some convincing arguments.

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...Ricardo Dávila

If you could be anyone from The Bible, who would you be?: That’s tough, because now I base all my ideas of these people on The Mysteries and if that’s the case then…I’d want to be Lucifer.

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...Rebeca Rad

If you could be anyone from The Bible, who would you be?: Lucifer… Asia, our Lucifer, has breathed the most beautiful light and clarity into the character that I really empathize with their plight in the full trajectory of the story.

[sorchathered]

As you wish

Summary- Bob, Mickey and their girlfriends go on an adventure to the local renaissance faire, but how can Bob be expected to keep his hands or thoughts to himself when you look like the fairy princess of his wildest dreams?

Pairing- Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- language, drinking, smut, knife play if you squint.

It was probably the hottest day of the summer, but that hadn’t deterred any of you from gearing up in your painstakingly hand crafted costumes and caravanning down the highway to Escondido for the Renaissance festival. Fanboy and his girlfriend and you and your newly minted fiancée Robert Floyd had been playing dnd with a group in Coronado for about 2 years now, that’s how all of you had met. You were putting signs up for the new campaign at the library, and Bob happened upon the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, feet carrying him to the bulletin board before his brain caught up with what he was doing. He’d been shy but charming, and you had enthusiastically convinced him to join your group later in the week to try it out. He’d never played before but he new for sure that Mickey had, so with a little (a lot) of begging and promises to buy his beers at the Hard Deck that weekend, the both of them turned up at the community center in Coronado to join the band of misfits they would soon call a second family.

It had turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made if he was honest, the two of you had gone out for coffee after the first meeting and had been inseparable ever since. Two years later and he would follow you anywhere, you were quite literally like a fairy, full of bright energy, quick witted and downright ethereal with your wide shining eyes and angelic features, he truly didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. You’d kept your costume a secret all month, carefully curating little bits and pieces and as you crossed the threshold into your bedroom he had the thought to just stay home and ravish you all day. A beautiful green peasant dress was split at the hip, the skirt frilly and flowing down past your knees, with a beautiful laced up corset starting at your waist and pushing your cleavage impossibly high on your chest, he was definitely salivating and couldn’t seem to snap out of his trance until you skipped over and tapped his nose. “Hmm? What? I’m sorry baby, what did you say?” He wasn’t subtle at all and you giggled as you leaned into him to pepper kisses along his cheeks and slotting yourself between his thighs. “I take it you like what you see my strong, powerful warlock…buuuut I don’t think we have time for what you have in mind so get dressed handsome it’s time to go!” You say with a laugh as you step out of his arms and skitter down the hall with a cackle. Good Lord, he was going to lose his mind watching you all day, as he heaved himself off the bed he heard you holler down the hallway, “oh and baby just wait until you see my wings!” He groaned again at the thought and trudged to the bathroom to take an ice cold shower, grumbling about his temptress fairy princess and how he’d rather stay home.

You couldn’t have had a better time if you tried, somehow you and Mickey’s girlfriend Lana had convinced the boys to dress up as well, and you both had to admit there was something to be said about watching them walk around in billowy shirts looking like they’d just stepped out of a Tolkien novel. The boys were having the time of their lives, drinking ale from giant wooden tankards and consuming their weight in turkey legs, while the two of you girls bought glittery potion bottles and crystal necklaces from the local vendors. Finally heading home as the sun went down you peeked through the rear view at the drunken rogue and warlock passed out in your backseat and giggled, you just hoped Bob would be alert enough for what you had planned for the evening when you got home.

After safely depositing Lana and Mickey at home, your knight in shining armor clambered into the front seat, bright eyes full of mirth as he looked you over, his fingers had been itching to loosen your corset strings all day and if he was honest he was a little hard at the thought of letting you ride him with nothing but your fairy wings on. You fortunately were on the same page, impatiently ushering him through the doorway and down the hall as you groped at him and sucked on his tongue, you’d always wanted to role play as your characters but had been too scared to ask, but now looking at Bob’s flushed cheeks as he toyed with the laces of your corset you knew he was absolutely into this.

“Can I help you handsome? See something you like?” You said as you turned in his arms, looking up at him through your lashes and rubbing your body all over his. “Fu- I- I see a lot of things that I like my lady, think you should show me what’s hiding under this gown, can’t be too careful can I? Fairies are known for their trickery.” He says as he leans in to suck a mark behind your ear and begins unlacing your corset, tantalizingly slow as he continues to nibble at your neck and collarbone, nimble fingers untangling the laces and smoothing over exposed skin as your dress begins to loosen and slip from your frame. “I don’t know what you mean sir, we fairies are a peaceful lot, I would be a fool to try and get the upper hand on such a strong, powerful warlock such as you” you say with a cheeky grin, sliding the dagger you’d bought today from your thigh holster and pressing it into his side. “Hmmf, exactly like I said, tricky business dealing with fairies” he huffed out a laugh and raised his hands, letting you lower him to his knees in front of you. You switched to your normal voice as you lifted his chin, stroking the stubble that you always loved him to have on the weekends. “What’s your color baby?” “Green, so so fucking green, You’re a dream come true you know that?” He said as he smoothed calloused palms across the back of your thighs, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking it, drawing a whimper from you as you nodded furiously at him.

“If you wanted to check me for weapons all you needed to do was ask, but since I have you on your knees, why don’t you put that smart mouth to task on something useful” you said you hooked your leg over his shoulder and pulled him close to your core, as fun as the banter had been you were wound up and needed him to touch you. He ran his nose along your underwear, teasing you with little nips to the side of your thighs and pulled back to look at you again, disappointment crossed your features and he chuckled and pinched your ass from under your skirt. “I think you might want to roll for persuasion sweetheart, I could draw this out a little longer if I’m honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed to you begging for it.” You blinked down at him a little stunned, that cocky son of a bitch, he knew exactly how to play you. “Oh- oh that’s mean. Fine. Give me your dice then, I know you bought new ones today.” He definitely did buy a new set today, and he would be lying if this wasn’t absolutely hilarious to him so he pulled them from his pocket and placed them in your hand, throwing his head back and laughing at the irritated look on your face as you shook the dice and tossed them at his feet. “Ha! D20! You heard me Warlock, put that silver tongue of yours to good use or I’ll cut your throat where you stand.”

You feigned irritation but you’d get what you wanted, you both knew he’d never tell you no anyways, he ran his hands over your thighs again and began to slide your underwear down your legs, letting it dangle off the leg hanging from his shoulder and set to work, licking a stripe through your folds as he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. Fuck he was always so good at this, eating at you in earnest as you ground against his face and tugged his hair, making out with your cunt and moaning into you like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Oh, oh fuck I’m there just like that” you breathed out and came hard on his tongue, he didn’t stop until you were overstimulated and pushing at him to stop, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and pulling himself up to grope your chest and kiss you. “What do you want my sweet fairy princess? I’m at your service my love.” “Want you to fuck me, need you inside me, claim me.” He was pretty sure you were trying to kill him, it wasn’t even his birthday and you were giving him his wildest dreams, he pulled the rest of your dress and corset off as you clawed at his shirt and pants trying to strip him down to nothing. Finally free of clothes his eyes roamed over you, you were perfect in every way but he still couldn’t get that one thought out of his head so he stepped around you to grab the wings you’d dropped and held them in front of you. “Can’t get it out of my head, what do you think baby? Ride me with the wings on?” He had the gall to look a little sheepish as his cheeks heated up, you’d never get over just how damn cute he was, he could be downright filthy but this is somehow what caused him to get shy on you. You slipped your arms through the holes and shoved him backwards into the bed climbing onto him and sliding his hard cock into you, rocking slowly with him as he sucked on your chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth as you cried out, oh God were you close again already? Shit maybe you two needed to start doing this more often, you felt like you were buzzing with electricity with every thrust, the small thatch of hairs at the base of him grazing your clit deliciously as you came hard for the second time, sending him tumbling over the edge with you as his teeth sank down into the juncture of your neck, painting your walls with his spend.

He made to roll you onto your back but you made him wait, your wings were expensive and you didn’t want him to crush them, so you slid them off and let them hit the floor, rolling him on top of you as you continued to kiss lazily. “Damn this could be a problem” he said with a grin and you looked up at him puzzled, “how am I ever supposed to go to dnd on Fridays with you when all I can think about is you rolling a d20 so I’d eat you out.” You both couldn’t stop your giggles, and when Friday rolled around and your DM suggested Bob roll for persuasion, you couldn’t help but giggle and wink at him, thinking about taking him home and donning your pretty wings for him again and how it should definitely become a regular event.

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LONG FICS

rock, paper, scissors ; 11k — johnjaenomin fivesome [s] — five friends rent a house together for a few weeks to enjoy summer like they used to do when they were younger, thinking that nothing could change their friendship. But teasing leads to pent-up tension and tension leads to problems. Problems that can’t be fixed by playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ like when they were young.

can you handle it? ; 12k — johnjaenomin fivesome part 2 [s] — Johnny drags her wildest fantasies out of her mouth, or to be more precise, out of her phone. But can she handle it?

rose-colored glasses ; 18k — requested | bet!au [a] [s] — a long-lasting crush for her brother’s best friend, a bet, obsession, devotion and jealousy; all things that cannot lead to anything good. But the world that Jeno showed her was perfect and she couldn’t see what it really hid behind the rose-colored glasses. It was all distorted.

shattered glasses ; 28k — rose-colored glasses sequel | yandere [s] [f] [a] — there’s only one way to survive in a cage made of rose-colored glasses: don’t shatter the glasses, reality will be painful to accept. 

10 things I love about you ; 3k — requested | [f] [a] — she feels like Jeno’s only dating her for sex, and he proves to her how much he loves her by telling her ten of the things he loves about her the most (spoiler: they are more than ten).

wrapped around your fingers ; 8k — requested | CEO!au [s] [f] — Jeno finds out he has his girlfriend wrapped around his fingers... well, in a way he doesn’t quite expect.

drippin’ ; 18k — requested | x reader | haemarknomin fivesome [s] — you need relief from this strange pain you’re feeling, but you don’t know what to do. Your boyfriend and his friends offer to help, giving you a solution you didn’t quite expect coming.

into the woods ; 11k — inferno event | werewolves (feat kun, jaehyun, johnny, yangyang) [s]  — ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

sweet lies ; 7k — inferno event | ghost [s] — you find out what’s the weird sensation that’s been torturing you for years, but just when you think things start to make sense, he confuses you even more. Are you really who he thinks you are?

sweet deception ; 19k — inferno event | x reader | various monsters, multiple members [s] — on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

enough for you ; 5k — requested | traitor sequel + haechan [a] [f] — all she ever wanted was to be enough for Haechan, even now that they aren’t together anymore. Until someone opens her eyes and makes her realize that she is already enough the way she is.

happier ; 20k — requested | enough for you sequel + haechan [a] [f] [s] — Haechan can’t live with the weight of losing her forever, he can live even less with the fear that she might be happier with Jeno. He wonders if he’s still in time to fix what he tore apart or if he’ll have to pay the price for what he did forever.

wait for me ; 6k — gift | sequel | x reader [s] — jeno keeps his promise of turning you into a mess under him

secret ; 10k — gift | sub!jeno | x reader [s][f] — jeno has a secret he can’t tell anybody, not even you

do you want to play a game, detective? ; 10k — ghostface/scream!au [s] — in these past months your only goal is to find the killer that is terrorizing the town of Woodsboro, but when you get close to him and feel like you finally have the upper hand, Ghostface turns the game around again. Or, Ghostface wants to play with you but not like he does with his victims, and you let him.

SERIES

SOUR — COMPLETED distorted — COMPLETED

DRABBLES

nipple sucking— requested | x reader [s]

phone sex + innocence kink — requested | x reader [s]

villain!jeno + rough anal sex — requested | x reader [s]

shibari + hard!dom + toys — requested | x reader [s]

vampire!jeno x human!reader + sweet love making — requested | x reader [s]

game over — gamer!haechan + mark, jeno, jaemin | requested | x reader [s]

insecure reader — requested | x reader [f]

insecure jeno — requested | x reader [f]

fingers sucking — requested | x reader [s]

sub!jeno — requested | x reader [s] (it's more like a blurb but longer)

subspace — requested | x reader [s]

BLURBS / HARD HOURS

nominhyuck humiliation + filming [s]

nominhyuck humiliation [s]

[the-otleus-parlor-archived]

I Love You Like A Love Song || IDV OC Ship Prompts

these are all just ship-related questions/ideas I think of late at night,,, all compiled into a prompt list for anyone to use :]

The format I'm using here is your OC being asked about their ship partner,,, [probably clarifying the ship because multishipppp]

Is This Just Fantasy? || The things they love about their ship partner

» What is your favorite thing about your partner? Is it their hair? Their eyes? Their smile?

» What do you adore about them the most?

» What do they do that just makes you melt? It can be anything small, like holding your hand, or waking you up in the morning with a gentle kiss.

» What weird quirk do they have that you can't help but smile whenever it appears?

» When you think of them, what's the first thing you think of?

» What's the fondest memory of them you have?

Erhm... || The things they dislike about their ship partner

» What's your least favorite thing about your ship partner? Are they too mean? Too prideful? Are they too busy?

» Are they secretive? Why can't you fully trust them?

» Are you pretending to be someone you're not? Are you somehow deceiving them?

» Or do you think they aren't who they say they are, and that they're hiding something from you?

» What is your least favorite habit of theirs? Smoking? Gambling? Drinking?

» What are your suspicions about them? Why is that?

I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this. || Ship Angst

» You are the hunter, and your partner is a survivor. Would you rather kill them, or surrender and lose the only shot to your wildest dreams?

» They are the hunter, and you are the survivor. Would you rather die so they can have a shot at their dreams, or would you rather they surrender, but give you a shot for your wildest dreams?

» You are both survivors. During the end phase, your partner gets downed by the hunter and placed on a rocket chair, already past half. There are no rescuers on the team, and everyone is injured, but the nearest gate is open. Would you rather let them blast off to secure a 3 man win, or would you run to try and save them?

» You've finally found your way out of the manor, but you cannot take your partner with you. What would you do? Do you feel like you're abandoning them by leaving?

» They have died in a match, and have left you all alone... what do you do?

» Do you find it difficult to fall in love? Would it have been easier if you never met them at all?

All of the Time || Ship Fluff

» The manor is hosting a ballroom dance, and you're planning on asking your partner to go with you! How do you do it?

» You and your partner have been put into an essence together! How exciting! You both learn you will have matching costumes, how do you react?

» Your partner sneaks up behind you, catching you off guard with a kiss on the cheek! How do you react?

» *insert silly wedding on Red Church here*

» You're on your way somewhere when you catch a glimpse of your partner dancing/singing along to some music. They don't seem to notice you! What do you do?

» You stumble across your partner randomly and see they're wearing one of your shirts/sweaters! What's your response?

» And visa versa! You're caught wearing one of their shirts/sweaters! What's your response?

» Your partner is telling you a story from their childhood! Do you think you'll remember the story, even once they finish telling it?

» Your partner drew a picture of you, but they're embarrassed to show you, because art isn't their strong suit. What's your response?

» You're going to buy your partner a gift!! What do you get them? Why?

Think we kissed! But... I forgot. || First Meeting Prompts

» Meeting for the first time in the park.

» Meeting in the grocery store.

» Meeting in the match waiting room.

» They are your brand new muse, and you're meeting them for the first time.

» Meeting at a party.

» Meeting in the coffee shop.

» Meeting because of a dating app!

» Meeting as kids and reconnecting as adults.

» Meeting because of a school group project.

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E || First Date Prompts

» Feeding the ducks at the lake together

» going on a shopping date

» going to an arcade

» going to the mall

» going to the roller rink

» going to a nice restaurant/having a nice home-cooked meal together.

» going to a Japanese friendship garden together and having lunch by the koi fish.

» going to a festival together

» visiting the hometown of your partner

» and visa versa [visiting your hometown]

» going to the carnival

» going to an amusement park

Whoever said money can't solve your problems, must not have had enough money to solve them. || AU Ideas for your favorite ships

» Royalty x Pesasnt AU

» Red String AU

» Telephone AU

» Lemon Boy AU [Based on the song Lemon Boy by cavetown]

» Cop x Criminal AU

» Gods/Goddesses AU

» Flower Shop AU

» Sculptor x Muse AU

» Designer x Muse AU

» College AU

» Superhero AU

» Magic Researcher AU

» Story Themed AUs

» Ghost AU/Supernatural AU

[areyoureadyforswift]

HINT - ANSWER

A Game of Cat and Mouse - love

AKA Christmas in September - chai sugar cookies

All You Had To Do Was Stay - but not like this

- the palm of your hand

- you were all i wanted

- they paid the price

And Somehow That Was Everything - but she found herself

Announce - los angeles

Bad Blood - now we got problems

- she wasn’t doing anything

Birth Date - december thirteenth

Birth Day - wednesday

Blank Space - and i’ll write your name

- pen click

- darling i’m a nightmare

- magic madness heaven sin

- incredible things

- she’s like oh my god

- so it’s gonna be forever

- so hey let’s be friends

- crossword puzzle

- nice to meet you

Blue Sweatshirt - seagulls

Caption - got a haircut

Clean - i could finally breathe

- think i am finally clean

- what you are is brave

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Coffee - long list of ex lovers

Deepest Fear - sea urchins

Excitedly Mingling - secret sessions

First Stop - tokyo

Halloween Costume - pegacorn

How You Get the Girl - of kisses on cheeks

I Know Places - and we run

- and everyone was watching

- loose lips sink ships

I Love You - swifties

I Was Born In - nineteen eighty-nine

I Wish You Would - elevator buttons

- everything and nothing

- 

Impossible To Reason With - sheep

Karma Music Video - MCMLXXXIX

Last Stop - melbourne

Likes, Job, Whereabouts Were Studied Intently - taylurking

Look At It!! - yes whale

Loudest and Brightest City - new york city

Lucky - thirteen

Makes You Clean - rainstorms

New Romantics - come along with me

Number of Instant Films - sixty five

Out of the Woods - two paper airplanes flying

- it all seems so simple

- like we stood a chance

- you were looking at me

Out of the Woods Intro - she lost him

Reclaimed - taylor’s version

Release - october twenty-seventh

Shake It Off - can’t stop won’t stop moving

- i’m just gonna shake

- she danced to forget him

Smashing - golf club

Style - never go out of style

- red lip classic

- with some other girl

Sun Sign - sagittarius

They Never Go Out of Style - sunglasses

This Love - in silent screams

- to what you need

- timing is a funny thing

This Love (Taylor’s Version) - the summer i turned pretty

Track 6 - floor eighteen

Welcome to New York - it’s a new soundtrack

- it’s been waiting for you

- but they never blind me

Wildest Dreams - burning it down

- he does it so well

Wildest Dreams (Taylor’s Version) - glitch

Wonderland - we both went mad

World Tour Live - sydney

You Are In Love - you’re my best friend

🎅 - swiftmas

NO HINT - crystal skies blue

- rose garden pink

- sunrise boulevard yellow

- aquamarine green

- from the vault

- fifth album

- pop record

[daezedglownut]

👻, 💕, 💌

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

That if Jasper and Sylvando were forced to interact, be it under different circumstances, or without the games events occurring the way in which they did - They. Would. Fuck.

They’re just both such huge personalities, and though they appear as polar opposites, they have SO much in common: theatrics, a flair for costumes and drama (hell, Jasper’s Act 2 ensemble is just a gothic version of Sylvando’s Stunner type outfits - feathered collar and all), not to mention they’re both skilled knights, proficient with swords, and vain about their hair (Sylvando in the party chat in dingy caves, and Jasper in his character book when asked his favourite thing about himself - it’s his beautiful long hair when the wind blows through it btw lmao)

I’m just saying, I can see these two twenty years into the future, married and hogging each other’s cosmetics at their shared vanity in the annex to the main villa in Puerto Valor lol

Something cute about them that IS opposite is the fact that Sylvando enjoys booze, and Jasper cannot handle his without becoming fun - so much so that Hendrik’s character book mentions how Jasper swore him to secrecy after he got pissed as a fart and shoved a wine cork up his own nose. There’s just much room for potential there lol

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

It’s hard to pick just one!!! Quite a few of the fics I’ve worked on lately have all left me satisfied. I can see myself improving, and that’s really great as I can re-read them and remind myself (during intense moments of writer’s block…) that I really can WRITE. I just need to be kinder to myself and stop instilling these hypothetical deadlines, I suppose..? ^^;

If I had to pick, though, probably Secret of the Spirit. I’m really enjoying the process of writing this one - in delving into someone like Jasper, who has such a fragility underneath all that sneer. Of writing someone with such a palpable inferiority complex masquerading underneath a superiority complex, not only learning to love someone other than himself, but falling so hard and so fast, and just utterly powerless when all he’s ever been used to is this unquestionable position of power.

It’s JUICY, ok??? XDD

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I love me some “yearning”, “slow burn”, “love at first sight”, “opposites attract”, and “touch-starved” xD

Really love having an excuse to write subterfuge and fake date scenarios, whereby the truth coming out is this ever-present entity just lurking in the background, waiting to surprise the reader 👀

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8/24; Become Your Wildest Fantasy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/w10BiqS by Lud_KA What if there was a safe, sane and consensual way to make your wildest fantasy come true? If you could pick one, the most secretive and shameful, what would it be? How would you imagine it to happen? And with who? Wooyoung had waited so long for this to finally be possible. To give his members a real loophole to their hectic lives. A well-deserved harmless and stressless release. All they had to do... was choosing their costume. Words: 1825, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: ATEEZ Ensemble Relationships: ATEEZ Ensemble/Everyone, Choi Jongho/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San/Jung Wooyoung/Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Kang Yeosang, Choi San/Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho/Kim Hongjoong, Choi San/Kang Yeosang, Kang Yeosang/Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Ateez Deserves a Break, And Wooyoung Got Their Back, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Fluff and Smut, and more smut, Established Relationship, Polyamorous ATEEZ Ensemble, Cosplay, Dracula!Seonghwa, Cowboy!Mingi, BlueBeard!Hongjoong, Anbu!San, PiXiu!Jongho, doll!Yeosang, Mr.Hyde!Yunho, Cleopatra!Wooyoung, Biting and marking, Riding, Harem, Hide and Seek, Worship, Doll Play, BDSM, Massage, Attempt at Humor, Collective Coping, Alcohol read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/w10BiqS

[mxalexgeorge]

SO, I graduated this past weekend with my BFA in Theatre. I've got some feelings about it.

I am blessed beyond comprehension to have had the support and resources to realize this dream, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the amazing people in my life who made it possible. It’s not a privilege everyone has. When the road has been bumpy, I’ve been comforted by the memory of a five-year-old in a pumpkin costume asking when she could be in a play again, or a twelve-year-old at summer camp realizing that she was willing to put in the work, or a fourteen year old marching into a board meeting with blind confidence. She would think I’m the absolute coolest, and I am proud to have made her dreams come true.

The training at UIUC has prepared me well for the work of a theatre artist, but it’s also been more than just job training. I am leaving college with a more holistic and balanced approach to my work than I’ve ever had. In high school I saw myself as a theatre artist first, teenager second. Thank god I ended up at Illinois Theatre, where my dear professors taught me I am enough, my humanity is enough, my experiences are enough, and my unique and somewhat-skewed viewpoint is actually what the work NEEDS, perfection be damned!!! I’ve come to believe an actor who spends all his time acting is kind of a jackass, and probably a bad actor. Now, instead of prioritizing being a theatre artist first, I am trying to learn how to be a better person/friend/student/neighbor... which in turn makes me a better theatre artist.

Theatre is an opportunity for us to practice life; being present, active citizens of the world. We get to practice “being” in the theatre: being kinder, being brasher, being bolder, or being vulnerable. Anything you can imagine and everything beyond your wildest dreams. I believe artists hold the universe’s best-kept secret: when we listen and engage with each other, we create magic. Artists have the courage to create moments of play, absurdity, discovery, and truth that push the boundaries of what we previously thought possible. If an artist can create a turning point, a new energy, in a single evening, who’s to say we can’t create a new world altogether? I feel so especially lucky to be a student of the theatre now, when there’s a million distractions available at all times and it’s so so easy to shut down and shut the world out. I’m guilty of it - and theatre makes me put it all down and focus on what’s in front of me.

Being a working artist isn’t easy and the road ahead is bumpy. Who knows, maybe I’ll never book again. The point is that whatever I do, I bring this training with me, onstage and off. Theatre has taught me to engage with empathy and curiosity, and my world is bigger because of it.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ~

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; dom!3racha x sub!fem!reader

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ; college!au, music major!skz, college dorm, reader pov/ third person pov, strangers to acquaintances, ot8, nonidol!au, bestfriend!felix, explicit language.

𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ; foursome, camming, teledilconics, foursome, masturbation (m/f), use of toys, slight daddy kink, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, nipple play, skullfucking, titjob? titfucking? (what is it even called?), degradation, use of lube, marking, spit kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), piv, dp (oh god-), nicknames, anal, cockwarming, cum, orgasm (m/f), hair pulling, creampie, cuddles at the end. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 10,5 k 

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; writing this with chase atlantics “ohmami” in the background was an experience- also writing this was,,, an ✨EXPERIENCE✨ 

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 ; The voice, the body and the tattoo. It really was you. You were the girl that these three aspiring musicians had jerked off to so many times, the girl of their wildest imaginations. Here you were, sitting in a cafe beside their roommate. 

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[LOG IN: smiley_cutie]

[PASSWORD: *********]

This was your dirty secret. You sighed as you pressed the blue “log in” button and being greeted by a screen full of girls with their legs spread wide, using whatever toys vibrated or resembled dicks. The red dot next to whatever lewd username indicated the camera rolling, all this being shot in live time. You shifted uncomfortably in your costume. A tiny cheerleader costume with a skirt that barely covered anything and instead displayed your lacy thong, the tiny bra covering only the skin around your nipples, the valley of your tits billowing out the sides of the thin fabric. 

You looked to the right on the screen and clicked on “broadcast”, needing to get in money for the week since living alone was more expensive than you could have ever imagined. But you didn’t mind it either, getting attention by a bunch of horny men behind their screens and getting money wasn’t a bad combo. 

The new page loaded and you flinched by seeing yourself on the screen, your webcam propped up at an angle downwards so that only the portion beneath your neck is shown. That was your only rule. 

Never show your face.

You never knew who could be watching and you didn’t want any confrontation from anyone in your life that may have accidentally stumbled upon your content. However you did have one thing that distinguished you. A small smiley face tattoo on your collarbone. It was your trademark. Your identification. 

You made sure to not have any objects that could give you away in the background, a soft pink descending over your figure as the LED-light on the wall above your computer shone mellowly, your chair creaking slightly as you adjusted the camera, clicking something on the settings on the screen to make sure that your live was different from anyone else's. In a small box on the display were your top payers of the month and for three consecutive months it was the exact same usernames. You never suspected anything at first, thinking they were willing to pay an insane amount of money to make you squirm in your pink office chair but when the three users logged into your streams one after the other every time you were live you started getting interested. 

Of course you would never meet them or anyone else that religiously watch your live streams but part of the fun was to imagine who was hiding behind those usernames. You threw a quick glance over to the array of toys you had on your desk amongst the cute action figures and other collectibles, the half empty bottle of lube standing behind your monitor. With a quick hand you grabbed it, squeezing a dollop of the clear slippery liquid on the pink egg shaped toy that had a tail made out of silicone. This was the moneymaker.

Why? Because it vibrated with the amount of balloons you got, the balloons symbolized tips. The higher the sum, the stronger the vibration. With your middle finger you rubbed the lube around the toy before leaning back in your chair, pushing the white fabric of your thong to the side and pushing in the toy in your tight hole, using the webcam preview display as a guide to see your pussy better. The vibrant pink end of the toy poked out of you, barely being visible as you covered yourself with the thong once again. It was supposed to be a tease for the viewers.

You grabbed the black vibrator wand from your desk, turning it on to see if it worked and as usual the toy started vibrating with a low hum in your hand, you put your finger against the black cushioned part where your clit usually was and shuddered as the judder surged through your hand. Everything was ready. 

With a long gaze you stared at the “start broadcast” button. It was like this every time, a sudden wave of shame washing over you, you didn’t know how long you could continue this sketchy business before somebody noticed or unveiled your true identity. You inhaled deeply, mouse hovering over that red dreaded button. You were one click away from putting yourself on display for thousands of people once again and at this point you didn’t even know if it was worth it. 

“Fuck, just click it y/n” you told yourself, feeling the toy shift inside of you as you rubbed your thighs together in both nervousness and anticipation. A tiny click sound was heard as you pressed the left mouse button and the countdown started on the screen.

3...

2...

1...

“She’s live! Quick, quick! My computer!” Jisung yelled across the studio, flapping his hands like an excited child in a candy shop. Changbin handed Jisung his laptop and with eager hands he logged into his account. Changbin sat next to Jisung, doing the same whilst Chan logged in on the stationary computer on his desk so that the live could play on the big monitor that was above the desktop so that the your pussy could be shown in full display, making the dream of fucking you seem just that bit realer.

[Spear.9in entered]

[channieee__ entered]

[01.sung entered]

The chat blew up with emoticons and other greetings making the boys blood boil, the fact that they had to share you with others when they wanted you all to themselves. Your voice sounded even prettier coming from Chan’s speakers, serenading the three males that were already palming themselves through the rough fabric of their jeans.

“Oh! Hi~ Even my three top payers are here!” You joked, giggling your infamous laughter making the comments flood with hearts, multiple comments calling you their “smiley face” because of the tattoo. You giggled once again, the innocent action making Jisung, Chan and Changbin even harder, the tent between their legs growing bigger with each second. The low hum of the vibrator was heard making Jisung’s eyes dilate, sitting on the edge of the leather sofa in the studio and with a swift hand freeing himself from his jeans, a clink sound echoing as the belt buckle hit the floor, Jisung holding his already leaking cock in his hands after he’d pulled his boxers down midthigh. 

Chan and Changbin gulped as you pressed the vibrator towards your clothed clit, squirming at first contact but letting out a moan of pleasure as the pink vibrator inside of you started vibrating with the tips rolling in. You giggled again, reminding the viewers about the amount of balloons that was needed for you to take off your panties, you needed to have some standards.

“Quick, tip for fuck sa- jisung how the fuck are you already jerking off?” Chan asked to which jisung whimpered, fucking his fist in a even pace, his veiny cock twitching in his hand. 

“I c-can’t help myself, fuck! Tip then you ass, hurry!” Jisung pleaded to which Changbin complied, pushing the tip button three times and Chan doing the same, getting ready to take off their pants at the same time as you took off your thong. You smiled even though it wasn’t visible to the viewers, the toy vibrating inside of you with varying intensity and you letting out small whimpers between your lips.

“Thank you Spear.9in and channieee__, my two eager puppies want to see me cum, right~?” You coo as you try your hardest to not close your legs in stimulation, your hand descending down your body, caressing your supple skin before stopping at your clit, rubbing it in small circles and spreading your pussy lips, teasing your viewers even more, reminding them that they could never have you. 

Changbin and Chan nodded as if you were talking to them in real life, already wrapping their hands around their throbbing cocks and slowly lowering the hand up and down their shafts. This wasn’t a weird occurrence. Quite the contrary, this happened every time they got the notification that you went live, all three boys ogling your curves and valleys,,, and of course the places they couldn’t say. They were all infatuated with you. Your thighs quivered slightly as more tips rolled in from other viewers, your pretty moans stringing out into the thin air of your bedroom, you reading the comments through half-closed eyes. 

[fuck youre such a goddess]

[im so hard]

[i would destroy your tight little hole] 

You couldn’t help but to smile at the blunt comments, they were all so thirsty, yearning to get a taste of the pretty pussy you were flaunting for countless individuals but then only more comments appeared, complimenting your cheeky smile. You hummed softly as your slapped your clit a couple of times before pulling off your tiny top, leaving you fully exposed for everyone to devour with their eyes. The way your boobs bounced as you played with them made the three horny boys head spin, Changbin grunting as he layed sprawled out on the leather couch, Chan watching the big tv screen with his head against the wall, legs spread and his veiny hand pumping his length, swiping his thumb over his leaking tip. Jisung was already close, biting down on his knuckles as he teased the tip of his cock, the leaking precum lubricating his fingers. The sweaty pieces of stray hair acting as a curtain for his eyes as he leaned back into the office chair, watching your cunt ache for release, eyes fixed on the screen as the black vibrator entered again, pressing against your fleshy clit. You moaned loudly as you pressed it harder against your burning sex, the stimulation from the vibrations thorugh your clit echoing together with the occasional buzz from the pink device. 

For anyone looking at the rather strange situation occurring in the studio this would seem vile. The fact that three friends were sitting and jerking off when they should be working, watching the girl they all adored touching herself inappropriately, all three jealous of the others that watched your naked body wiggling in the chair, impossible to keep still from the pure arousal that rushed through your blood. With Jisung’s free hand he pressed the tip button 4 more times, his username climbing higher and higher up on the scoreboard to the right of the screen. You thanked him with a mewl, using the black wand vibrator again and pressing it against your clit, rubbing in small circles as you felt your orgasm building up in the pit of your core. 

And you weren’t alone in this.

Jisung could barely hold on any longer, giving his cock a final couple of pumps before his hot cum spurt all over his hand, the sheer force causing a couple of droplets to land on the floor beneath him. The youngest let out a long whimper as he fucked his fist through his orgasm that washed over him, the other two males not being so eager to cum directly, they wanted to enjoy more of the show. There was a rule to all of this - as soon as all three of them came they had to turn off the livestream. It was a stupid rule Chan had set up so that they didn’t waste all afternoon jerking off when they were supposed to compose some new raps which many times ended up in one of them asleep on the couch as the other two were poking fun of the third one. Jisung thought it was bullshit, already teasing the tip of his leaking cock again and flinching in overstimulation but quite quickly earning a hiss of disapproval from the oldest. Changbin was completely oblivious of Jisung’s tricks, focusing on your moans that stringed out through the speakers, not worried about anyone from outside noticing since the room was both soundproof and locked. He tightened the grip around his shaft, his hips bucking upwards every time his tip hit his fist. Changbin laughed as his eyes diverted from the screen to the lonely drops of cum that soiled the floor. 

“Jisung-ah” he teased, “you’re so desperate”

Jisung tsked in response, followed by a tiny grunt, the boy scrunching his nose as he started going up and down his shaft once again with his hand. 

“I’m sorry I don’t have a cock made of fucking rock” he said back in a weak comeback, causing Chan to laugh in embarrassment. You arched your back against the chair, pressing your head on the headrest and barely opening your legs,  curling your toes that were propped up on either side beside the monitor that displayed your swollen pussy. The viewer count increased with each moment the comments rushing past your eyes.

[dont cum yet babygirl]

[shes so fucking cute] 

[beg for daddy]  

You giggled at the last one, it was adorable how they thought that you belonged to them but you couldn’t lie, it made the fire in your core burn brighter, the arousal pooling in your pussy that was glistening with slick in the harsh studio lights. 

“You want me to beg for you daddy?” you said with a teasing voice, biting your bottom lip. Chan unintentionally nodded even if it wasn’t him that wrote the comment. You uttering those words made him even harder if that’s even possible, his cock twitching in his hand as he grunted, quickening the pace of his previously languid strokes. He inhaled harshly between his teeth, jaw clenched and teeth gritting as the tip of his dick appeared between his thumb and pointer finger only to disappear again. WIth faster and faster strokes the room filled with your moans together with the two older males grunting, a low sound of their cocks rubbing against the rough surface of their hands. 

“Well if you want me to beg then you have to tip~" you said with a erotic tone at the end, the words slurring into a moan. As soon as you uttered those words Chan pressed at the tip button, many of the other viewers doing the same and causing you to flinch in your chair, the sudden outburst of stimulation making you hold onto the back of your chair. It was like every single movement you did earned you more tips, just by simply moaning there would be a plethora of balloons that lit up on your screen, you smiling as each one expanded your bank savings. Sure, it was a rather unconventional way of earning coins but it got the job done and why not use the assets you had, the said asset being your body. You snickered, you had to beg since your viewers were all desperate and masturbating together with you. 

“hmm,,, since everyone is behaving so well maybe I should beg” you said, smiling widely. “Could daddy fuck me like the bad girl I am? I’ve been missing daddy’s big cock inside me”

Chan shuddered, he couldn’t hold back from typing on his keyboard with his one free hand, the other one wrapped snugly around his cock and quickly jerked off. 

[could our pretty baby cum for daddy?] 

The dark haired male pressed send, your eyes diverting all over the screen and finally landing on his comment. You shrugged your shoulders in a bratty manner.

“Only if daddy cums first” your voice got higher in pitch as the pink vibrator inside you vibrated in eruptions, the little pink tail attached to the toy wiggling. Chan grunted upon hearing your words, the delicate timbre of your voice ringing through his ears and tipping him from the edge of his pinnacle, causing his very sought-after orgasm to finally wash over him, the boy not being very audible when he came, the delicate drops of cum decorating the complexion of his hand. All of this while your moans got louder in the background. The oldest let out a string of curses as he looked down at the sticky mess he had caused, throwing a pillow at the youngest head whose eyes were still stuck on the big screen in front of him.

“Han Jisung, paper and clean up your fucking cum off the floor” he said with a tsk, Jisung grabbing the roll of toiletpaper that was neatly placed on the desk along with stacks of music sheets and other trinkets. So that’s what the roll was for. He nodded, gently ripping off a couple of sheets of the paper before throwing it at Chan that thanked him with a low voice, trying to maneuver the toilet paper and not tip his hand all over the place, wiping off the hot liquid. 

Changbin didn’t even bat an eye at the two other males in the room, entranced by the way you moved the wand vibrator in circles and being tempted to make you moan even more by pushing the golden button. As Jisung and Chan bickered back and forth, Chan being displeased with the way Jisung wiped the floor and arguing about how he couldn’t even jerk off properly without causing chaos in the studio, Changbin hushed them both, throwing an intense stare at both of them. Changbin was the last person someone ever wanted to mess with. 

“Come on now daddy~ Cum for me!” you coaxed as your moans got more frequent, not knowing if you were caught up in the euphoria of seeing the money pile up or your orgasm that was within close reach. Just as Changbin was on his final harsh stroke down the twitching shaft of his cock the monotonous vibrations of the wand mixed with the unexpected movements of the pink teledildonic made your hips buck, knees bending inwards as you moaned loudly, your release seizing your entire body causing your thighs to shake slightly. This was a magical moment. The moment where the most tips rolled in and to which Changbin fell victim to, diligently pressing the tip button like he’d done so many lonely nights before, aimlessly jerking off to your body that was the epitome of beauty. Just as your orgasm started to fleet away like waves on a shore, Changbin wasn’t too far from his own elation. As Chan and Jisung were zipping their pants back, throwing the used tissue paper in the bin, Changbin took the time to jerk off faster, wrist almost hurting but he was determined to cum together with you. And he did.

The rather bulky boy closed his eyes, lulling his head backwards and almost knocking it against the grey walls of the small stuffy room as the quick movements of his hand slowed down, the cum dripping down the side of his veiny girthy cock. Before he could open his eyes again Jisung threw the sheets of paper that were covered in his sticky cum at Changbin, landing on his pants and causing both Chan and Jisung to burst out in laughter. Only after Changbin put away his hand, panting as his heart thumped in his chest did his hands brush against the nasty paper.

“I’m gonna break your neck” Changbin growled, only adding to Jisung’s almost hyena-like laugh. The oldest ruffled his hair with his hand, slamming the computer next to him shut and making his way over to the desk to mess with the youngest’s computer, disconnecting the live stream from the big tv-screen, patting Jisung on the back. 

“Fucking give me the paper before I smear my cum on your face” Changbin said with a chuckle, your whimpers could still be heard from the computer closest to Changbin. Jisung poked out his tongue before shimmying over to the burly boy in his office chair, the plastic wheels shrieking against the floorboards, removing the dirty toilet paper from his ripped jeans and instead handing him the entire roll.

“Now we at least know what gets Chan going” Changbin says with a smirk, looking him up and down. “Daddy~ Will you cum if I talk like this~" Changbin said in a mocking high tone, trying to imitate every female pornstar ever. Chan glared at Changbin that was now pulling up his pants. 

“Yah,,, enough of teasing Chan for his raging daddy kink, let’s get some work done” Jisung said, Chan snapping his neck towards the youngest that was now profusely apologizing, not wanting to be the next person to get a taste of his knuckles, Changbin being the last one for acting up while producing.

“Alright then,,, work”

They called it work but what they all were in reality was three broke college students, living in one dorm together with five other music majors and having to stay up until the late hours of the day in order to turn in their assignments if they even wanted a chance in the music industry. But until then, they needed to survive whether it was resolving the root of their stress and burnout or overcoming the addictive thought of refreshing your page hundreds of times in a day.

“How was the studio? Did you guys get anything done?” Felix said, mixing a bowl of brown goo, making brownies for the third time this week. Jisung casted a mischievous smile at Chan before they all three said “Not much” in unison, Felix scoffing. 

“What do you guys do in there? Every time I ask you neither have you done the work required” he said, licking the spoon before throwing it in the sink that was already piled up with other dirty plates and cups. Chan shrugged.

“Procrastinating. Don’t act as if you do everything you need to do, you’re making fucking brownies at this hour, probably trying to push away the fact that you should be working on your musical theatre essay.”

Felix’s eyes widened as he poured the batter into a baking tray.

“H-how did you know?” he said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You’re quite predictable, Lixie. You fell asleep in the living room with your computer wide open, not to mention the amount of tabs that I assume didn’t have anything to do with the assignment itself” Chan said with a smirk, leaning against the door frame that led to the kitchen, observing the boy scurrying over from kitchen counter to oven with a tray in his hands. He rolled his eyes after he had finished putting the brownies in the oven, closing the oven door diligently. 

“Ok and what about it? I swear the three of you are probably jerking each other off in that studio” Felix tsked, turning his back to do the dishes. Chan froze in position. The young boy wasn’t too far from the truth although it wasn’t them jerking each other but rather themselves. Luckily Jisung and Changbin had already gone into their rooms that they shared with the others, not hearing this conversation. Chan sighed before turning around just like Felix, planning on falling down on his bed and inhale the scent of sleep but before he could do so he needed to remind Felix - “Save some brownies for me, brownie boy” 

Changbin woke up with a groan. The red numbers of the digital clock shined in his face as it stood mere inches away from his face on his make-shift nightstand that was a plastic stool. 

[7:55] 

For fuck sake, he was late. Again. He took the same classes as Jisung and Chan but yet they refused to wake him up from his slumber. They had many times earlier insisted that they do try to wake the weary man but he didn’t budge no matter how much they shook his shoulder or called him by his full name.

He flew out of bed, not caring if he woke up his roommate Minho that didn’t have classes this early, at least not this Wednesday. Changbin threw on the first thing he could fetch off the floor of the rather small room, knocking stuff over as he grabbed his cologne, spritzing it all over himself and earning a couple of swear words from his roommate that was always grumpy in the morning. Without saying anything he exited the room, grabbing his backpack that was thankfully packed the day prior, containing nothing more than his computer, a couple of crumpled up paper and his wallet. He slammed the white bedroom door but reopened it, only then remembering that his phone was still in the comfort of his sheets. With a quick hand he grabbed it and once again shut the door with force causing Minho to complain, his voice muffled from the other side of the door. There was no time for breakfast, him waving at Jeongin and Seungmin that were sitting and eating toast, laughing at something on the tv. 

Once outside he started to run. The apartment wasn’t too far away from campus but he would still be late, no matter how fast he ran. He cursed Jisung and Chan in his mind, panting as he ran to the lecture hall with his black backpack slung over his shoulder, sweat beading around his temples. After what seemed like forever did he finally push open the big sluggish doors and was met with a couple of eyes, two of them belonging to his dormmates. Changbin sneaked in, sliding into the seat next to Chan that sat alongside Jisung, both of them snickering quietly as their eyes diverted back to the lecturer. 

“Has cinderella finally woken up” Chan whispered causing Jisung to laugh a bit louder before covering his mouth with his hand, Changbin muttering something inaudible under his breath as he unzipped his backpack, retrieving his computer and pulling up an empty document to take notes. 

“What did I miss?” Changbin said quietly, his eyes perceiving the other students that sat all around the lecture hall. 

“Not much, I’ll share my notes after, let’s go work in a cafe” Chan said, a student turning around and glaring at him to which he bowed his head slightly, mouthing an apology. The males on either side nodded, Changbin mindlessly typing away on his keyboard, not really taking in what’s being said. Understanding the material is a task for another day. 

An hour and half passed, all filled with the three boys quietly giggling at cat gifs and writing something down on the document that sat beside the tab of endless cat content. Whatever the professor said went in one ear and through the other, Chan couldn’t wait until he was done and he could finally produce a tune. Even if it was his job it was also his hobby and something he was passionate about, not only producing but also rapping but he put the dream of becoming a world renowned rapper on the shelf. Just when he was about to doze off the professor clapped his hands loudly.

“Remember the analytical essay of a piece from the Victorian era, it is very important that you tie your arguments together with the history of that specific era and how it could have influenced the instruments used and the stories that could be told. Turn it in no later than next Thursday at 12 am sharp.!

As soon as the old professor stopped talking did the students start to pack their things, the chatting overtaking the hall and people exiting from the two big doors that were on the wall right to Changbin. 

“Let’s go to the one closest from here, alright?” Jisung said, packing his belongings into his canvas bag.

“I’ll pay” Chan said nonchalantly to which the two other boys started smirking, both going “ooh~" at the oldest. “Is the extra job paying off?” Jisung asked to which Chan nodded. It wasn’t much but he loved to do everything for his two best friends whether it was paying for food or fucking a girl. The weather was pleasant, maybe a bit chilly for just a t-shirt but Changbin didn’t have much of a choice as he ran out the door earlier in the morning. The cafe was only a couple minutes away from the B-building which was where the lecture was held. 

“Don’t we need to buy bread and milk and whatnot?” Changbin said to which, not getting a response from either one of them. “Them fuckers eat it all up”

“Who?” Jisung asks with a confused face.

“Jeongin in particular, he sneaks around like some sort of nocturnal animal. Half the goddamn fridge is gone in the morning, he even has the audacity to eat stuff that has others name on it” 

“Oh yeah!!” Jisung adds. “He drank my banana milk, I wrote my name in both english and korean unless some dumbass doesn’t understand and well,,, I think Jeongin is that dumbass” Changbin chuckled, Chan finding the fox-like boy adorable in his rather chaotic antics. 

The three males stepped into the cafe, being greeted by the smell of newly roasted coffee beans and the small chattering of other students, some sitting with their computers in front of them and discussing something with the people sitting closeby. Over at a small two seat table you saw the infamous blonde hair that could be no other than Felix but the person next to him Chan didn’t recognize. Neither did the two others since they only waved at Felix and not the girl that turned around. 

“Ya, 3 americanos?” Jisung nodded, Changbin patted Chan on the shoulder as the two made their way over to the table, moving chairs and sitting down next to Felix and you. You had never met these guys before, you knew that Felix lived in a rather cramped dorm but you only knew Felix since the two of you were friends since highschool. 

“Hi, oh right! y/n, this is Jisung and Changbin. Jisung is my roommate and Changbin is just... another idiot that lives under our roof. 

“Since when was it your roof?” Changbin said, crossing his arms. 

“I pay rent, split the roof in eight pieces then, asshole”

You chuckled before you introduced yourself. 

“Oh, I’m y/n, nice to meet you, hope you take good care of Lixie” you said with a bright smile.

Jisung and Changbin looked suspiciously at each other, their eyes as big as saucers. The voice, it was really familiar, almost too familiar. Jisung shook the thought out of his head but his deep brown eyes couldn’t help but to land on your shoulder and very fittingly you wore a off the shoulder top today, displaying the signature yellow smiley face that was tattooed on your skin, no bigger than a penny. Jisung nearly jumped in his chair as Chan appeared in his peripheral view, being so caught up in his thoughts.

It couldn’t be.

“Here you go, god I feel like a fucking dad to you guys. Anyways, who do we have here?” he asked with a smile, you clearing your throat before you answered. 

“I’m y/n, a friend of Felix. I’m guessing you’re a dormmate too?” you said, taking a sip from your drink. Chan nodded, not noticing the obvious voice that could easily be differentiated. 

“Sure you’re not his girlfriend?” he said, casting a teasing look at Felix that was about to pounce on the older. You shook your head and started giggling to which Chan furrowed his eyebrows. Now he knew why Jisung and Changbin were so astonished, mixing the ice in their drinks with the black straw while staring at your shoulder. Only when Chan got seated and took a sip of his drink did he almost choke as he realized.

“Jesus, how are you, yall high or something?” Felix asked, fiddling with his dangly earrings. Chan shook his head, coughing hysterically. When he finally calmed down after Changbin gave him a harsh pat on the back he looked at you with teary eyes.

“No,,, Felix and I are highschool friends” you said. Chan shook his head as if he was some sort of bobble head figure. 

“Wait that tattoo, is it real?” Jisung had to ask, curiosity was killing him. 

“Oh this?” You said pointing at the small tattoo that decorated your skin, “yeah, I got it maybe two years ago. I love it, it’s like a part of me.” A part that had a totally different meaning when you were in the safety of your own apartment.

All three of the horny males nodded, Felix observing their hungry gazes. 

“Do you work with anything? I mean affording your own place is quite big money” Jisung asked, sipping on the cold bitter coffee that had visible droplets of water on the outside of the tall glass. 

“yeah,,, I work with some online stuff for a company, like boring paperwork stuff” you shrugged, smiling to cover the lie. 

“You know what gets a lot of money? Camming probably” Changbin said, Chan almost choking on his drink once again. You looked up at him, glaring before breaking out in a bittersweet chuckle. Had they caught up to you?

“Camming? Never heard of that before” you said playfully.

“Ya, how do you know? Oh right, because you watch it all the time” Felix said, slapping the table in laughter. Changbin’s ears turned red, him smiling awkwardly and not denying Felix’s statement. 

“That’s beside the fucking point. If we should earn money we should start camming!” Changbin said in excitement. The situation was rather absurd.

“What you mean ‘we’? And besides, who the fuck would watch you jerking off?” Felix said, causing Jisung to laugh, holding his stomach. Chan blanking out, still in shock. 

“I don’t know but maybe there’s a demand for camboys, right y/n?” he said with a smirk. You played it off by furrowing your eyebrows.

“How would I know? oh shoot, the time!” you exclaimed, looking at the time on your lockscreen. “Need to head to class”

“Alright! Be safe on your way” Felix said, the three other boys at the table bowing their heads with a smile on their lips. You waved back at them, casting a final glance at your phone as you exited the establishment, the wind blowing in your hair.

“Felix, don’t freak out, yeah?” Chan started, glancing at Changbin and Jisung that had the same serious expression on their face.

“What is it?” he asked. Chan drew in air quickly between his teeth, feeling the cold air descending into his mouth. “Before I tell you, you need to give me her number”

“She’s my friend, you can’t just fuck all of my friends?”

“That was Jisung alright, now hand it over” Chan said, Jisung swearing at Chan.

“Don’t bring my ex into this!” Jisung insisted, pouting like a child. 

“Ugh fine but if I get shit because of this all three of you are in deep shit. I take no responsibility, you know?” Felix snarked, pulling up his phone and handing it over to Chan, the contact name being “y/n bestie”

“Since when are you guys besties?” Jisung asked, glancing over at Chan’s shoulder to sneak a peek at the number.

“Since highschool duh. You remember how I told you about my photographer major friend, that’s her!” Felix said “She’s really talented in what she does” he nodded.

Changbin leaned over the table with a smirk as soon as Chan was done typing your number on his phone, saving it simply as “y/n”.

“Ok now,,, Felix” Changbin said, rubbing his palms together as the two other boys looked at Felix with great anticipation.

“Just fucking say it. Felix, we think y/n is a camgirl” Chan blurted out, clenching his jaw. The youngest blinked a couple of times before laughing.

“y/n? She’s like the most innocent person I know,,, beside, she told you guys she didn’t know anything about that.”

Well if Felix didn’t believe their words he would have to show them, Changbin sitting next to the boy in order to avoid an unknowing stranger accidentally seeing the rather inappropriate sight. Both Chan and Jisung joined close by, almost squishing the boy between them as Changbin lowered the volume on his phone and pulled up your camming page, dozens of videos popping up, those being previous live streams. Felix almost yelped as he didn’t expect seeing this many vaginas stuffed with questionable toys, especially not in a cafe.

“Here, look!” he said, clicking on one of your videos with you sitting in your office chair, a soft pink light descending over you as your legs were widely spread in front of the camera, the pink antenna from the vibrator sticking out from your slick covered pussy, your fingers teasing your clit. “Look, the tattoo”

“That’s fucking ridiculous, anyone could have that tattoo!” Felix said, not believing his dormmates that made him watch porn in a cafe. 

“No because right,,, here, take these!” Chan said, fetching his headphones from his bag and handing them to Felix that plugged them in to Changbin’s phone, slowly increasing the volume. 

“Listen to her voice and her laugh and everything, just listen” Changbin demanded, going quiet as Felix’s expression changed from amused to disturbed. It was strikingly similar, the voice especially. The way you pronounced your words and the tiny giggles you made after every dirty word. His gaze drifted away from your spread open pussy and instead focused on the background, him bringing a hand to cover his mouth in shock. That was the office chair he carried when you moved into your apartment, him assisting you with the move. The walls and the pink light that layed on you, it was familiar. 

“Ok, now that we’ve established that my best friend is a camgirl, what was the meaning of showing it to me? It’s not like I think any differently of her, a-are you guys jealous or something? Jealous of our-” Felix started rambling, his eyes flickering between the three males. Chan interrupted him. 

“No, that’s not it,,, we just,, wanted to get to know her” he said.

“Alright,,, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all but be my guest but if I find out that any one of you assholes put a hand on her it’s over for you guys.” Felix didn’t sound intimidating at all causing the three boys to shrug, smirking mischievously at each other, reading their promiscuous intentions.

Later that day when dawn had fallen upon the sky did Chan take his chance, gathering Jisung and Changbin in his room. 

“What do you write as the first message to a cute person?” Chan said as if he was some teenage boy messaging his crush for the first time.

“I don’t know,,, Start off by saying who you are?” Jisung suggested. “You don’t want to freak her out by a random ass number messaging her.” Chan nodded quickly typing something down.

[Hi! It’s Chan here, Felix’s dormmate, uhm hopefully it’s ok that lix gave me your number...]

“Do you add a compliment?” Chan asked, Changbin shaking his head.

“Who the fuck are you? A pervert? No, just ask her to,,, meet up and I don’t fucking know,,, hang out in the dorms?” 

“That’s the worst idea ever, that’s even worse than when you decided to wear those ugly ass shoes so you’d look taller” Chan snickered, Jisung staring into outer space with his lips parted.

“I LIKED THOSE SHOES!! You don’t know fashion you frat boy-wannabe” Changbin sneered, pushing Jisung on the shoulder. “Ya, help us out”

“What if we went to the camgirl dungeon?” Jisung said, looking deadly serious.

“That’s an even worse idea, let’s just ask y/n where she’d be comfortable meeting alright?” Chan said, continuing to type on his message. 

[Hi! It’s Chan here, Felix’s dormmate, uhm hopefully it’s ok that lix gave me your number. What do you say about hanging out in a couple of days?] 

He pressed send, nervous to the pit of his stomach.

“What if she only thinks that Chan is going to hang out with her?” Changbin says, Jisung groaning in frustration. 

“Fuuuuck!! Why didn’t I ask Felix for her number? Now this douche is going to become her friend, Changbin-ah, we’ve lost.” A ding from Chan’s phone distracted the three boys that all intently looked at the screen that lit up, Chan reading the message out loud.

[Hi! I don’t mind oh and also that sounds great! Only the two of us or are your other little friends tagging along?]

“Who is she calling little?” Changbin said in a confused tone.

“Probably you” Jisung added, causing the buff male to raise a fist, Jisung covering his face with his hands and falling on the soft bed that smelled of musky college boy.

[I mean if that’s fine by you they can join] 

Chan typed, clicking send. The two others bickered in the background as he read the next message to himself.

[Sure, does my place sound good? ;))] 

“SHE INVITED US TO THE CAMGIRL DUNGEON” Chan screeched, flapping his arms in excitement. 

“Seriously?! Wait let me see!” Changbin said, throwing himself over Chan’s phone, snatching it out of his hand. 

“Oh my god, she even sent a winky face, bro she wants to fuck you.”

“I don’t think that’s what it means,,,” Chan hesitated, chuckling at his friends rather interesting comment. “But whatever it means we’re meeting her on,,, oh shit I didn’t even ask what day” He quickly grabbed the phone again.

[How about Friday at like,,, 8 pm]

You replied pretty fast.

[Sounds great! See you then boys]

It was almost like you knew that they all sat around the phone, anxiously waiting for every reply and well, playing with boys' hearts was your favorite game. 

Friday eventually rolled around, you did your usual thing which was rolling out of bed, going to the nearest coffee shop and getting an iced latte before you headed to your classes, there being surprisingly a lot of theory work for such a practical major.You actually were looking forward to meeting the boys again. The impression you got from them was of three very needy boys, you could tell by the way they stared at your open shoulders and how the tips of their ears adapted to the shade of red.

You yawned as you were dismissed from your last class of the day, you threw away a text to Chan, you secretly saving his number as “Felix dormmates”.

[This is my address, bring snacks]

You typed down your address in a separate message as you walked back home, pulling up your homework on the computer in your bedroom and just staring at the tiny clock that ticked away in the corner of the screen. Luckily you didn’t have to livestream today, you usually stuck to a schedule and Friday was one of your days off. While you waited for the hesitant knock on the door you typed away on the essay you had in front of you, the vertical dash on the white document flashed, begging for you to put some words down but you were sighing, ruffling your hair. 

Hours passed and were mostly filled with you going to the fridge and opening it for the fifth time in an hour only to blankly stare into it, as if you were hoping for food to magically appear. Just when you started getting into the swing of things, your fingers dancing over the keyboard did you hear the ringing of your doorbell. You jumped at the loud sound, making your way over to the old door of your apartment and being greeted by the three guys you had talked to in the campus cafe just a couple of days prior, one of them twiddling with his fingers.

“What are you guys standing there for? Come in!” you said with a smile that made their hearts seemingly melt. “No need to be shy, if you guys are friends of Felix’s then we are practically friends as well” 

They chuckled, looking timidly around the apartment and their eyes widening as you opened the door to your bedroom. It was exactly how they’ve seen it before except that the room was much bigger than they anticipated, a couch by the computer that wasn’t captured by the camera but everything else was just where it had been on your livestream yesterday. The double bed that had a canopy gently draped over the bedpost, the light pink fairy lights and the fluffy rug a distance away from the office chair where the magic happened. It was almost as if they didn’t want to enter the room, you tilted your head in confusion. Were they always this shy?

“Woah,,, so it really exists” Jisung said, his mouth wide open as his gaze lurked all around, with careful steps sitting down on the couch in the bedroom, the two others following. 

“W-what exists?” you asked, stumbling on your words. Do they know? And most importantly, have they told Felix?

“Nothing nothing!” Chan said, slapping JIsung’s shoulder in order for him to shut up. The couch was getting crammed, you sitting on the floor instead and leaving the boys with multiple mental images of you doing other things in that position, your doe eyes looking up at them. You had a hunch about them knowing about your funny business in the privacy of these walls so you decided to test them. 

“I’ve been thinking about that camming stuff a lot since we talked about it, you guys seem to have some knowledge”

You swore you could hear Changbin choking on his saliva, their eyes glued on you as their cheeks tinted with crimson. You giggled after your sentence, finding their reactions amusing. 

“I mean,,, some of it’s common knowledge” Chan started but he couldn’t continue speaking by the way you looked at him, your eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh really? What types of camgirls do you guys watch then?”

Changbin cleared his throat, Jisung awkwardly shifting in his seat. This was the perfect time to address the elephant in the room.

“Maybe girls like me?” you said in a playful tone, all three pairs of eyes landing on your figure that was almost sprawled out on the floor, you leaning back on the fleshy pads of your hands. “Or maybe it is me?”. A smirk formed on your face, your plushy lips glistening in the softly lit room. Chan gulped loudly, the nerve wracking situation made it difficult for him to sit still, the tent in his pants growing by the minute. He wasn’t alone with this odd yet familiar feeling, Jisung trying to think about anything else his mind could muster in order to calm the raging boner that formed. 

“Does Felix know?” you asked to which they nodded.

“We h-had to show him just so that he would believe us” Jisung muttered. You scoffed, embarrassed by the thought of meeting your best friend again and having him know about your secret. Your deepest secret.

“Well if he knows they he won’t mind me helping his little friends?” you said with a smug grin, biting your lip. Changbin looked around confused before he got the right message, you scanning their pants that were sitting awfully tight by this point. “Well that is of course if you don’t mind” you said, getting up from your seat, your butt hurting slightly from the direct contact with the wood flooring, you moving to the bed and falling down on it, the momentum knocking the breath out of your lungs. “Don’t act shy, I know that you’ve been thinking about it and I really don’t mind” you said, staring up at the point where the canopy gathered on the ceiling, you supported yourself on your elbows as you peeked over at the three boys. “I even give you permission.”

The boys looked at each other in pure disbelief, this could be nothing more than a sweet sweet dream but it was indeed reality, the air hitting the nape of their necks by the ventilation system in the room, a scent of fresh air and desperation. Those last words made it impossible to not act, the opportunity was here and they had to seize it. They all tiptoed over to you, Chan being the bold one in the situation and attaching his lips on yours as you layed back down on the bed, your legs dangling over the edge and Chan being on his knees, the weight of the bed shifting. Changbin and Jisung couldn’t just stand and stare, they started taking off their clothes, stripping themselves of their clothing one by one and letting it fall on the floor in a pile until they stood exposed, climbing onto the bed and having their hands explore the curves of your body, slowly tugging on your thin t-shirt where your nipples poked out from pure arousal, your thighs clenching together in order to keep in the juices that were leaking out of you, staining your the thin fabric of your panties. Chan cupped your cheek, you couldn’t help but to touch his surprisingly well-sculpted body through his clothes, sliding your hands under his shirt causing him to crack a smile, his dimples making an appearance. Jisung pulled down the small cozy shorts you wore when you lounged around the apartment, you shuddering from the feeling of so many warm hands that groped your body. Together with the shorts he pulled down your soaked panties as Chan’s tongue coaxed yours until they collided, the wet surfaces gliding across each other as you pursed your lips. 

You broke the kiss, kicking off the shorts and panties that were pooling at your ankles and pulling your shirt above your head, leaving you fully naked in front of their hungry gazes. You shimmied up the bed, resting your head on one of the multiple pillows that decorated the cozy sleeping place. With the gentle sensation of Chan’s hand stroking your inner thigh you squirmed in anticipation, whimpering as his big hand came closer and closer to your heat. Your tiny sounds of desperation soon came to an end as Changbin rubbed the tip of his dick against your lips, you enveloping his sex between your lips, hollowing your cheeks as he pushed further down your throat, the way your throat stretched out visible from the outside. Spit bubbled around his cock as your lips were perfectly matched to his girth, his even thrusts into your mouth causing him to hiss, lulling his head back. At the same time the unknown sensation of another pair of hands were present, Jisung fondling your warm breasts and licking a stripe up one of your nipples before sucking on the supple skin, leaving purple marks on your chest and circling his tongue around your sensitive nipple, the other hand still kneading the valley of your boob. Chan’s hand inched closer to your burning core, his fingers running over your wet folds, him letting out a deep chuckle.

“You’re so wet, fuck,,, you want us to fuck you so bad, huh? Can’t help but to seduce us with your naughty little tricks?”

Chan’s words were like bullets that fired through your core, you usually pleasure yourself but you weren’t a stranger to playing around with others but maybe not with three at the same time, the subtle sensation of all their hands all around your body driving you crazy. You tried to nod with Changbin’s dick in your mouth, you ran your lips on his head as you sucked gently, his cock leaking with precum. Chan inserted one finger into your wet entrance followed by another finger, your cunt clenching around them. With vigorous movements he moved the fingers inside you, you whining against Changbin’s cock that sent vibrations through him, his one hand leaning against the wall so that his weakened knees wouldn’t buck. As Chan was busy fingering you into oblivion, Jisung was getting needy, he had to relieve the tension that was building up in his nether region. He pressed together your tits, the grove that formed between them being where he put his dick, spitting between them so that his cock would glide easier along your skin and please his twitching leaking cock. The position was rather awkward, his back hurting from how he was standing on his knees but the pleasure was far much better not to mention the visual, how your tits softly engulfed his veiny cock and how your chest had small marks all over it. 

Changbin was close by the way he was loudly exhaling, his groans bubbling in the pit of his stomach as your hand grabbed the shaft of his cock, licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock from the balls to the tip, circling your tongue around the round spit-covered tip. You licked along his slit and he grabbed your hair, pulling it closer to him, he wanted to cum in your mouth so bad but he couldn’t cum this quickly, not yet he thought. And so were your thoughts as Chan started curling his fingers upwards, the rough pad of his thumb stimulating your swollen clit, your hands landed on Jisung’s that was pressing your tits together, getting lost in the feeling. His hands were warm, knuckles protruding as bulky rings decorated his fingers, cold metal against mellow skin.

Chan could no longer bare to see how your pussy wrapped around his fingers so easily, he needed to fuck you, rail you into the matress. He momentarily removes his fingers leaving you wriggling your lower body for more, the lack of stimulation making you desperate. The male haphazardly licked his slick-covered fingers before he started undressing, the sound of undoing his belt buckle bouncing off the walls. He pulls off his pants and underwear in a swift motion, his thick cock springing free from it’s clothed prison. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing that perfectly sculpted body that could make any girl salivate. With careful hands he stroked your inner thighs, goosebumps erupting on your skin, one hand continued the motion as the other one jerked off his cock, the precum beading on his slit. With a firm grasp on his shaft he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slowly pushing into your tight entrance and letting out a breathy groan as your velvety walls felt better than he could have ever imagined. He held your legs apart as he slowly rolled his hips towards yours, you shutting your eyes tightly and choking on Changbin’s cock as he went deep down your throat for the last time before pulling out, a string of hot saliva separating him and your swollen lips. He wasn’t too fond of Chan being the one that fucked you, glaring at the oldest as you desperately tried to run your tongue along the veins of his shaft. Jisung noticed his, shaking his head in an attempt to move the sweaty pieces of stray hair out of his face. The room was filled with the scent of pure lust, sounds of skin slapping and moans merging together into a serenade of titillation. Both Changbin and Jisung moved away, Chan asking you to be on top to which you complied.

Your knees were on either side of his body and the dark eyed boy helped you sink down on his cock, his length filling you up to the brim despite not bottoming out. He cooed at how adorable you looked like this, with your warm cheeks and semi-erotic expression.

“Look at what a pretty whore she is.” Jisung said as you started to slowly grind against Chan, your tits bouncing in front of his face as your hair was pushed behind your ears. Your hands were firmly planted on his chest, feeling his heavy breaths as his chest heaved up and down, his neck red and decorated with a silver chain. He chuckled, his smirk being oddly attractive. 

“Shouldn’t we stretch out all her little holes, that’s what good girls like you deserve” he said with a deep voice to which Jisung didn’t hesitate, coming up behind you and slowly running his fingers along your waist, up to your shoulders, pressing kisses on your neck, you giving him access by tilting your head towards the opposite side, the beautiful silhouette of the sensual curve only pressuring Jisung into more temptation, sucking delicate marks as if he hadn’t done that earlier. You heard Changbin walking around which you thought was odd but all thoughts were knocked from your head as Chan’s hand firmly grasped your hips, slamming you down on his hard cock, making you almost scream in pleasure, your head rolling back and almost colliding with Jisung’s. 

“Maybe you need this” you heard Changbin say to the youngest, him passing over the same bottle of lube that sat behind your computer monitor. Jisung smirked, opening the bottle and applying a generous amount on both his cock and his fingers that teased your other hole, the sticky substance and anticipation making you clench around Chan’s cock, him groaning with each thrust upwards. Changbin wasn’t too far away from the scene, placing himself strategically in order to see the scene that was going unfolding in front of his eyes, moving his hand up and down the shaft of his member, aching for a release. Jisung’s chest was practically touching your back, the boy putting the tip of his cock against your asshole, the tightness of it making his head spin, he could cum right then and there. You leaned forward, kissing Chan in a heated embrace, lips smacking against each other as he continued his even pace up into your cunt, reaching the places where you needed him the most but you couldn’t help but to moan loudly into the kiss as you felt JIsung’s cock deeper inside you, both holes filled up to an extent where you felt your core burning with need, the familiar knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each thrust the both boys did. Everytime you moved back from riding Chan’s cock, Jisung’s dick burrowed deeper inside you, your body beginning to become limp in the presence of their cocks that could send you over the edge and soon enough they did.

Chan’s hands almost shaking as he used every bit of energy he had left to ram into your wet cunt, the squelching sound of your juices coating his cock causing him to tip over his pinnacle, with a final groan releasing his hot cum inside your puffy hole, your thighs wanting to lock him in. It was almost as if Jisung could feel Chan’s dick inside you, you slowing down your riding movement as you ran a hand through your hair to push it out of your sweaty face. Chan squirmed as you didn’t pull away, nearly grasping your climax and grinding down on his dick before your core ignited like rapid fire spreading, your loud breathy moans sounding like music to their ears. Your head hung down as Jisung didn’t stop his relentless pace, thrusting harder inside you as he grabbed your hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling your head backwards and arching your back, Chan’s cum secured inside you as you cockwarmed him. Changbin quickened his strokes, dick twitching in his hand as he swiped his thumb over the leaking glossy tip, him hissing as he balanced on his knees, spurting his thick white cum on your back and side. The pretty strings of almost silken cum decorated your hot skin, Jisung pulling your hair harder and bending you towards him, Chan’s dick flopping out of you, causing his cum to drip down your quivering thigh. Your hands tried to grab onto Jisung, flaling behind you in desperation, you flinched as Changbin harshly grabbed onto your jaw, prying your mouth open. 

“Open up babygirl” he said, Chan chuckling behind him, admiring your fucked out face where tears were teasing the corners of your glossy eyes, your body jerking forward at the sheer momentum of Jisung’s thrusts. You parted your lips, poking out your tongue and feeling his spit running down the sides of your throat, some of it running down the tip of your tongue and glistening on your chin. He stroked you chin as you swallowed.

“Such a good girl, hm? Must hurt to have your holes abused like that? You are doing so good baby” he whispered close to your ear before wrapping his hand around your exposed throat, pressing appropriately and putting his slightly rough lips on yours, his tongue interlocking with yours, noses accidentally bumping into each other. His hands cupped your jaw but it was getting pretty difficult to breathe as you felt the air being knocked out of you because of Jisung, Changbin’s hand around your throat not helping. He pulled away as he heard Jisung’s whiny pitch, without warning dumping his cum into you, the hand in your hair loosening and him instead grabbing you by the waist, his lips so close to your neck you could feel his breath on you. The warm feeling spread, the cum dripping from your cunt getting colder, the subtle difference in temperature hitting you only when Jisung pulled out of you, his cock growing limp as the intense orgasm that hit the poor boy like a ton of bricks, sending a hot flash through him. 

You fell down on the bed as if in defeat, your cheek landing on the soft sheets, your chest heaving up and down as you lied down, catching your breath. The boys didn’t hesitate to lie down next to you, it being a bit weird to lie naked with their closest bros but it wasn’t something they hadn’t done before. Your mind was blank, you didn’t know it was possible to fuck all thoughts from a persons head but they just proved themselves. There was complete silence in the room, only whispered breaths being heard but when you hummed all their eyes flew to you.

“Wait,,, h-how long have you known? Not me being a camgirl just,,, watching me” you asked, your voice slightly raspy causing you to clear your throat. The boys were deep in thought, they couldn’t remember exactly, it’s been that long.

“No idea,,, but a while and a lot of money later” Chan chuckled, looking over at the boys that were blushing now, being more embarrassed over that fact than that they fucked you like animals just moments prior. 

“huh,,, didn’t know,,, well I never expected to fuck any of my followers but I’m guessing you guys are only like,,, casualy viewers” you said, your words slowly trailing from your mouth. 

“If you count top three payers casual then we are” Changbin said with a unreadable smirk, your facial expression changing to pure shock. You bolted up into a sitting position, casting a glance back at them. 

“N-no way,,,” you said in a breathy manner, sighing. Not from disappointment but from sheer unexpectancy. “Never knew lix had such perverted friends” you laughed in mortification. This would need an explanation, unless the boys were quicker, shouting that they fucked their most beloved camgirl from the rooftops. Jisung pulled you down by the arm, snuggling closer to you, his sweaty body sticking to yours. 

“But now we are friends” Chan said, “kinda,,,”. You nodded timidly, his eyes locking with yours. 

“I’m sure my followers wouldn’t mind some friends joining the live someday” you giggled, the three boys not knowing what to say but when you tilted your head in confusion, thinking that you might have crossed the line they all nodded their heads, their cute grins making your heart beat. 

They weren’t gonna let that opportunity pass either.

[yournowheregirl]

Today I present to you, a silly little headcanon that’s near and dear to my heart: Eddie Munson, local carnival freak.

At the edge of Hawkins, there’s a year-round carnival, lively and loud from spring through fall, and quiet and deserted during the winter time. There are stands where you play games to win prizes, food stalls with delicious sweets, attractions that make your head spin, and in the middle of it all, the freak show.

That’s where little Eddie Munson grows up, in between the strange and bizarre. His parents both work at the carnival, his dad at the shooting range, his mom at the freak show as a so-called ‘real-life mermaid’ (when Eddie was a baby, they even dressed him up in a similar mermaid tail, showcasing him as a merbaby). Eddie’s uncle Wayne also works at the freak show, but doing behind the scenes jobs, rather than acting.

For a kid, growing up at a carnival feels magical. Every day, Eddie run around across the grounds, goes on rides for free, and gets doted on by the the nice ladies at the funnel cake stand, who always saves him a little extra. He also learns all the behind the scenes secrets, like how balloon popping stand is kind of rigged and how the bearded lady glues on extra hair to make her beard look fuller. For him, it’s paradise.

His father wants him to get his hands dirty as soon as he’s old enough, teaching how to clean the rifles and how to make the customer think they’re about to win big, when in actuality, they’re sure to lose. Eddie doesn’t like working with his dad, he always loses his temper whenever Eddie messes something up or complains that his dad didn’t play fair.

And while he doesn’t like working at the shooting range, he loves working at the freak show. He’d spent ages backstage, watching the actors get ready, listening to his mom talk as she did her make-up and got into her costume, helping uncle Wayne count the tickets in the ticket booth.

But what really gets Eddie’s heart racing is when the lights went out and the show’s announcer, Theodore, walks on stage. He’s the one outside in his velvet top hat and cherry red tails who lures people in with promises of a magical and mysterious show, and that showmanship continues inside the tent. With flailing hands and a deep, mesmerizing voice, he compels the audience as he introduces the acts and Eddie watches him with big eyes everyday. When he grows up, he wants to be exactly like Theo.

Theo takes him under his wing, teaches him the secrets of presentation and storytelling but every time Eddie begs him to get on stage, Theo shakes his head and tells him he’s not ready yet. Eddie practices and practices, talking to himself in the ticket booth - Wayne said he’s old enough to run that by himself now - and telling his mother the most elaborate stories. Still, he’s stuck in the ticket booth most of the days, scribbling stories he’d tell one day on a notepad.

One day, Theo is up on his soapbox in front of the tent, when he has the worst coughing fit Eddie has ever seen. He swears he’s too sick to continue so Wayne pushes Eddie forward. He tumbles onto the wooden crate, his limbs trembling as he watches the carnival goers passing by. His voice is shaky at first, but then he remembers Theo’s advice: get their attention and make sure you keep it.

So, Eddie howls like a goddamn wolf, the carnival visitors turn their heads in curiosity and then Eddie presents the freak show like he has done so a thousand times before.

It works.

It works really well, in fact.

Turns out, people go crazy for a scrawny kid with messy curls who promises them a show beyond their wildest imagination. Even people who’d normally never set foot inside, like those preppy kids in their spotless white polos and perfectly coiffed hair, are fascinated by Eddie’s voice and showmanship.

Eddie’s heart is racing once he’s back inside the tent, his mouth going a hundred miles an hour as he tells his mom about what just happened. She just smiles and ruffles his curls and tells him she’s so proud of him. Wayne claps him on the back, tells him a nice work, kiddo and hurries back to start the show.

Eddie follows him, confused because how is the show going to start when Theo is too sick to even speak and why is Theo all dressed up in his top hat and tailcoat sauntering across the stage already? But then, Theo catches his eye from across the tent and winks at him and Eddie knows it was an all act to give his first taste of actual showmanship. And now, he’s hungry for more, so he and Theo make a deal. Eddie’s allowed to be announcer outside, doing whatever it takes to get people inside the tent, and Theo takes care of the presentation inside, saying that Eddie has to work hard to earn his top hat and tails.

It’s a perfectly good solution, except that people outside the carnival start to notice too. The kids who walk past him as he stands on his soapbox, are the same kids that walk past him in the hallways at school and once word gets out that Eddie is the one pulling crazy stunts to get people to see the most bizarre things, they start to make fun of him for it. They whisper rumors behind his back and some girls act all scared as he sits down in class. Some of the boys are shoving him and taunting him to tell them a good story. When he freezes on the spot, unable to speak, they laugh at him and one boy even says that he can see why they hired Eddie because he’s just as big of a freak as the rest of them.

After yet another day of people taunting him for no reason, Eddie cries on the way home. Not because they hurt his feelings, but because he doesn’t understand what his classmates see, he doesn’t see how people could ever think that the people he grew up with, could ever be scary. Because those are the same people who help him with his math homework, who tell jokes and make him laugh until his stomach hurts, who hold his hand when his mom gets sick and his dad gets home drunk out of his mind. Just because they are (or act) a little different, doesn’t mean they’re scary or weird, just means they’re unique.

From that moment on, Eddie wears his newly acquired nickname with pride because his classmates might not see it, but he’s proud to be a freak.

[neowinestainedress]

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LONG FICS

under summer sky ; 10k — poly johnjaetaeyu [s] — a stressful week of work leads johnny, yuta, taeyong and their girlfriend to have some fun. But Jaehyun doesn’t like to be left out at all, especially when he had been working all day, so when he finds out what happened a hot night of passion takes place under the summer sky of London. 

wrapped in red ; 15k — poly johnjaetaeyu ficmas [s] [f] — Johnny and Jaehyun have been far from home for a month now. And the distance starts to feel unbearable when they announce to the others that they won’t make it home before Christmas Eve. But little do they know that to make up for the lost time, a lot of unexpected gifts are waiting for them at home. They’re probably not going to make them end up on the good list, but they’re surely going to give them a good time. 

la dolce vita ; 16k — poly johnjaetaeyu sub!jaehyun [s] [f] — Jaehyun had a plan; a romantic night together during their romantic summer trip to Procida… but the night took a wild, unexpected, turn. Or where Jade’s dream finally comes true.

State of grace ; 12k — part of the “loving him was red” series — Happy endings are only for the heroes of stories, the brokenhearted. Heartbreakers rarely find happiness in the last pages of their book. But life’s unexpected, and it happens that sinners and heartbreakers might get their happy endings. She never expected to find love, she never tried to make it happen, especially with the person she could barely stand, but when Johnny came around and her armor fell, there was nothing else she could do.

rock, paper, scissors ; 11k — johnjaenomin fivesome [s] — five friends rent a house together for a few weeks to enjoy summer like they used to do when they were younger, thinking that nothing could change their friendship. But teasing leads to pent-up tension and tension leads to problems. Problems that can’t be fixed by playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ like when they were young.

can you handle it? ; 12k — johnjaenomin fivesome part 2 [s] — Johnny drags her wildest fantasies out of her mouth, or to be more precise, out of her phone. But can she handle it?

into the woods ; 11k — inferno event | werewolves (feat kun, jaehyun, jeno, yangyang) [s]  — ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

sweet deception ; 19k — inferno event | x reader | various monsters, multiple members [s] — on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

any time, any place ; 9k — poly johnjaetaeyu smutmas | free use [s] — the hectic rhythm before the holidays is stressful, but nothing that a lot of sex can’t fix.

push and pull ; 5k — poly johnjaetaeyu smutmas | power play [s] — fighting for dominance with johnny is not a smart idea, jade knows, but she doesn’t seem to care.

between us ; 16k — mxfxf [s] — you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

do you want to play a game, detective? ; 10k — ghostface/scream!au [s] — in these past months your only goal is to find the killer that is terrorizing the town of Woodsboro, but when you get close to him and feel like you finally have the upper hand, Ghostface turns the game around again. Or, Ghostface wants to play with you but not like he does with his victims, and you let him.

SERIES

all’s well that ends well to end up with you (you don't need to read this to read the other poly johnjaetaeyou one shots) ixora , 27k — jaehyun + johnny [s] [f] [a] — it was supposed to be just a fun night together. It was never supposed to end like this. daffodil ; 33k — jaehyun + johnny + taeyong [s] [f] [a] — sometimes it takes a miracle to bring light into somebody’s life, but other times it only takes three amazing strangers to show that love is not as terrifying as it seems and that somewhere on earth there’s a place to call home. And surprisingly, home can be found in the arms of the people you never expected to fall in love with. anemone ; 39k — jaehyun + johnny + taeyong + yuta [s] [f] [a] — good things start coming, new starts, new possibilities, and it looks like the sun never shined so much in the sky. But the sun sets even in paradise. tulip ; 65k — jaehyun + johnny + taeyong + yuta [s] [f] [a] — putting back what’s broken is not easy, but with time, love and patience, you can mend the wounds, and find out that no night is too dark if you have your stars shining on you. After everything, all’s well that ends well. 

DRABBLES

size kink — requested | x reader [s]

subspace — requested | x reader [s]

car sex — requested | x reader [s]

BLURBS / HARD HOURS

₊‧.°.⋆˚₊‧⋆. fireplace ashes ₊‧.°.⋆˚₊‧⋆.

[spidernerdsblog]

Wildest Dreams

Pairing: actor! Tom Holland x actress! Reader

Summary : Based on Taylor Swift’s song Wildest dreams. You thought Tom was the love of your life but it was just one of your wildest dreams.

Warnings : 18+,SMUT, mature content, infidelity, angst, tom being a douchebag.

"Today we have with us the Oscar winning renowned actress the one and only Y/N Y/L/N!" The RJ hyped you up. 

"Hello everyone" you spoke on the mic in front of you smiling. 

"Well first of all congratulations Y/N on your big oscar win." 

"Thank you so much. I’m still recovering from it not gonna lie." You chuckle. The RJ asked you a bunch of other questions which you replied cheerfully. 

"So you have been casted to play Morgan Stark in the next part of Marvel Avengers movie." 

"Yes and I am looking forward to it. Being in a Marvel film was always on my wishlist and I can finally tick it off." 

"Do you feel yourself under pressure as you will be continuing a legacy?" 

"It’s definitely a pressure playing Tony Stark’s daughter and living upto the standards of none other than RDJ. Luckily he is personally mentoring me and I think I’ll fare well. I have read the script which I can't reveal much but playing the grown up version of Morgan who is a part of the Avengers will be a lot of fun." 

"Well saying so you are also going to be sharing screen with Tom Holland after a long time. What do you have to say about the rumours  of you being speculated as the possible reason behind his relationship with his fiancee hitting the rocks?" you took a moment before answering the question. 

"Well a lot of things fly in the air we don't catch on everything right? And I have always made it clear that we never dated, we are just friends that's all."

"So you are still single?" 

"And not interested to mingle." You chuckle. 

"Well it was nice to have you with us today, Y/N."

"It was my pleasure. Love you guys bye."

The show ended and you headed out of the office building for the pre production meeting arranged by Marvel with the whole cast. You were sitting in your posh car, the last question of the RJ about your relationship with Tom still spiraling in your mind. You reminisced about one of your past mistakes. Though you wouldn't call it a mistake because you fell for a wrong person but when he left he gave you a life lesson which you will remember in your lifetime that 'nothing lasts forever'. 

It started with a small Instagram follow but who knew it would take you down like that. 

It all happened 2 years ago in a promotional show just like this. Your acting career had just begun and you had managed to create quite a buzz in and around the industry delivering two blockbusters mesmerizing the critics and audiences with your spectacular performance in your three year acting career. You were in a radio show for the promotion of your upcoming movie. The RJs were interviewing you.

"Well Tom Holland was here the other day and we asked who he likes among the upcoming new talents in the industry. He said and we quote that you are cute, sexy and very talented." the lady said. 

"Well what do I say thank you Tom." you giggle shyly. 

"Have you guys ever met?" the other male RJ asked. 

"Not really, though we had a chance to interact during the comic con. But I really admire his work and would love to work with him in future."

"But I have to inform you that he is a little disappointed that he follows you but you never followed him back." the lady jokes. 

"Well I can fix that I guess.'' You took out your phone from your jeans pocket and opened your insta app.

"And here we go, officially following Tom Holland." You said tapping the follow button.

"I hope now you are not upset anymore, Tom." you chuckle.

In less than a month you were signed up for a Netflix movie. It was a rom com and you were casted opposite none other than Tom Holland. The shooting began within two months.

You were on the set sitting in your trailer facetiming your mom. 

"Honey are you eating well?" Your mom asked.

"Yes mom I am." You assured her when you heard a knock as the door of your trailer opened and the person’s head popped in, it was Tom. You waved your hand to usher him in. 

"Five minutes please." You mouthed to him

"It’s okay," he mouthed back sitting on a chair. 

"Who is it?" Your mom asked.

"It's my costar you know him, the guy from spiderman." You inform her.

"Oh the one you have a crush on?" 

"Mom!" You shrieked utterly embarrassed with your mom revealing your secret.

"What? You only said that he is cute." 

"Ok-ok I get it you made your point but I have to go now, I'll talk to you later."

"OK sweetie take care." 

"Yeah bye mom." You ended the call heaving a sigh of relief and turned towards him. 

"Ignore my mom. I just told her that you were cute in the homecoming movie and she just assumed I have a crush on you." 

"Oh that's fine." He gave you a warm smile.

"So what's up?" You chirped.

"Umm just here to talk about the scenes we are going to shoot tomorrow together."

"Oh you mean the sex scenes?"

"Umm yeah." He said uneasiness clearly in his voice.

"Tom Holland nervous about some sex scenes?" You joked.

"No-no it's, it's not like that. I just want to make sure that you are comfortable tomorrow so I just wanted to discuss it beforehand."

"Oh that's really nice of you. Well honestly I'm always nervous before such scenes. Though it's partial nudity but still the scenes are quite passionate and vividly described." 

"Don't worry I'll try my best to make it easy and comfortable for you."

"Thank you Tom."

"Pleasure is all mine." he smiled. 

The next day on the set the director gave you the last minute reading of the scene that you are going to shoot. You and Tom walked in the frame. As per the script you guys play characters who are friends with benefits but both of you grow feelings for each other. When one confronts the other it leads to an angsty moment but soon turns into passionate love making. 

The camera started rolling and as soon as the director said "action!". You both got into your characters and played your parts flawlessly as per the script. 

"Why don’t you find someone who doesn’t hurt you?" You ask

"But I love you, Emma." Tom replies with a soft tone.

"Liam you don’t understand I was never good at this." You say with frustration in your voice.

"What.. talking?" He sarcasms.

"Yeah talking, communicating, relationships.." You were cut off as he captured your lips for a kiss.

"Well neither was I but we can figure it out slowly." his gaze was intense as your eyes were glassy. 

The next thing you did was, crashed your lips to his. It had to be a very messy sloppy one so both of you rolled your tongues into each other’s mouth. You popped open the buttons of his shirt out of desperation and then pushed him onto the bed. Tom plopped on the soft mattress as you got up to straddle him around his waist pulling your sweatshirt off your body revealing your red lacy bra underneath. Tom let out a light gasp it wasn’t to happen but the whole act turned him on as he felt blood rushing down south. You carried on the act like a true professional and leaned on to his face capturing his thin lips. He deepened the kiss holding your face and you kept on grinding on his crotch. The kiss grew heavy then you were suddenly aware of the growing bulge underneath you but you continued anyhow 'he is a human getting aroused is normal' you kept on repeating that in your mind. His hand trailed up your back and unclasped your bra. 

And with the scene coming to an end the director shouted "cut!" 

"Well done you guys." The director praised. You pulled away and got off him as the costume runner handed you your robe to cover you up, you slipped it on and tied it around your body. 

Tom's eyes never left you as you made your way back to your trailer to retouch your makeup and take a rest before the next scene starts. He was always known to be a professional but you made his mind go haywire. You on the other hand could only think about the scene, how you felt his hard on though it wasn't his fault it happens sometimes you reminded yourself. 

After the unit packed up for the day you were on your way back to your car as you heard a car honking behind you. You stopped as the car pulled over and the windows rolled down. 

"Need a ride?" Tom asked sweetly. 

"No thanks, I have my own." You gave a tight lipped smile.

"C'mon it's been a hectic week for both of us we should really blow off some steam and I don't want to get drunk alone too."

"Okay." You gave in breaking into a smile. You sat in the front seat as he drove the car while you texted your manager Mike about your change of plans. 

"So where are we going?" you ask. 

"Just in and about the town.'' everything went silent again before Tom cleared his throat and began. 

"Umm listen Y/N I'm.."

"It's okay Tom it happens sometimes I didn't mind anything." You cut him off saving him and you from  the awkward conversation. He took you to a local pub and had a few drinks together. Later you got back into the car both of you totally buzzed. You were laughing about something as Tom kept staring at you. 

"What?" you ask giggling. What came into his mind you don't know as he just straight up went to grab your face and kissed you, catching you off guard. You pushed him away, bewildered. 

"Tom! What are you doing?!" 

"Sorry, sorry, I-I just couldn't control myself. Ever since I saw you like that you are the only thing in my mind." he rambled. 

"But that doesn't mean you can kiss me."

"Don't tell me you didn't like it." his voice low as he brought his hand to your cheek. 

"Well.." Your words were stuck in your throat as your gaze dropped to his lips and you leaned forward to kiss him again fervently. 

"Your place or mine?" He asked, pulling away gasping. 

"Whichever is close." You said out of breath.

He never drove his car this fast the way he drove tonight to reach his apartment rented by the production company for him. You weren't even completely inside his apartment as he crashed his lips and pushed you against the door. You moaned into the kiss as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. 

You woke up the next morning as the sunlight hit your face squinting your eyes open. You stir on the bed to find yourself tangled in bedsheets and in the arms of Tom.

"Goodmorning, love." His voice husky as he looks down at you with his soft brown eyes. You sit up abruptly holding the sheets to your chest wide eyed as you recollect the memories of last night. Mike your manager had always warned you that you should avoid getting into any kind of relationship with your costars. You are young and new to this industry, a good image is what you need right now. 

"No, no, no this was a mistake. This should have never happened." You repent holding your head. Tom sits up holding your shoulders comfortingly. 

"Hey-Hey it’s okay. Last night was really good.I understand you don't know me well and your career has just begun so you don't want a relationship but that doesn't mean we can't have a little bit of fun." saying so he went for a kiss but you pull away.

"That's not the point Tom! We are colleagues and I want to keep it that way. And this will never happen again. This will be the first and last." You made it clear and left his apartment.

🥀

However Tom made it a mission to tease the hell out of you on set. You would often find him subtly touching you whenever he got the chance, when you were sitting together his fingers lazily dancing around your thighs making you shiver as he flashed you a cocky grin because he is totally aware of what he is doing to you. 

You reached your breaking point on the day you had to shoot another sex scene. The scene required minimal clothing. You would be just wearing your underwear and modesty patches to cover your breasts which will leave little to anyone's imagination. You took off your robe and lied down on the bed underneath the white covers Tom got on top of you in just his boxers. You licked your lips as you saw the prominent outline of his dick through the fabric which only reminded you of the night you slept together. He propped over you on his forearms a pillow kept between you. 

As the director shouted 'action', Tom leaned down to kiss you, dragging his lips down your body, sucking on to your skin as he massaged your breast with his hand. He could feel your nipple harden through the patch as you began to let out small moans as per the script. The heat radiating from his body was so overwhelming you could just think of him railing you to the mattress. Heat pooled between your legs and you were thankful that there is a pillow separating you or else he would easily get to know how wet you are. 

You closed your eyes, hands slipping on to his back letting out fake moans as he carried on rutting his hips on the pillow. Suddenly a chill ran down your spine when you felt two slender fingers brushing near your heat. 

"Did I make you wet, darling?" he whispered, chuckling lowly into your ears. Your breath hitched as you felt your cheeks heat up but you had nothing much to do than just go on with the scene. 

The scene ended as soon as the director said "cut!" And you were more than thankful as you quickly slipped into the robe. But you were hot and bothered as you exchanged glances as you both agreed to an unspoken agreement. 

And a few agonising moments later you find yourself bent down gazing at your flushed out reflection with droopy eyes in the dirty mirror of one of the restrooms on set you both snuck into to relieve your sexual frustration. Your dress bunched up to your waist as Tom thrusted inside you hard and fast. 

"Fuck darling! This feels so better when I actually get to fuck this pretty little pussy instead of wasting my energy humping a damn pillow." He grunted drawing back his hip to slam right into you as you jolted forward trying to keep yourself steady gripping on the edge of the marble.

"Fuck Tom!" you moaned. Your legs felt wobbly; knees on the verge of giving out as Tom’s hands expertly supported you. One of his hands slipped between your thighs rubbing circles stimulating your sensitive bud. You gasped at the added pleasure. 

"Tell me sweetheart who is fucking you so well?" He asked cockily.

"You T-Tom you." you were finding it hard to form proper words.

"Damn right." he chuckles. 

Just then there was a knock on the door. You squeaked in surprise and Tom immediately covered your mouth with his hand. You glared at him through the mirror.

"Miss Y/L/N?" It was your assistant Rebecca. Tom removed his hand from your mouth still going on with his menacing pace.

"What the fuck?!!" You seethed.

"You were being loud." he Whisper yells. 

"Mam are you there?" She asked again.

"Yeah- yeah. What is it?" You stuttered.

"The next shot will be ready in half an hour. You need to go for your makeup." 

"Okay .. ah i’ll be there in a few minutes." You tried to answer as energetically as possible.

"Mam are you okay?" she asked with concern in her voice. 

"Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just-just go I’ll be there." Tom had a smug grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes. His eyes darkened dripping with lust as he thrusted deep inside you again, hitting your spot as you moaned loudly but he pulled you back by your neck, capturing your lips messily muffling your moans. You felt him twitch inside you and you knew you weren’t far away. You heard Rebecca's receding footsteps as Tom increased his pace again tipping you off the edge you both came with a loud moan. His head dropped to the crook of your neck panting, brushing his lips on your sensitive skin. You hissed when he pulled out. He stepped away giving you some space to clean up while he chugged the condom in the bin and zipped his pants fixing his shirt.

"I’ll go out first and you come out later." He said running his fingers through his messy hair trying to tame them. You nodded trying your best to fix your dishevelled appearance. 

🥀

This just became a regular thing for you guys sneaking out on the set to end up making out at the most odd places you could ever imagine. Sometimes in your trailers for a quickie. 

One time you were making out at the back of your trailer Tom’s hands were roaming around all over your body as he blurted out of nowhere.

"I love you." You broke the kiss and raised a brow.

"You don’t need to show your fake love to get into my pants." Tom frowned. 

"What? No I do love you Y/N" 

"You’re joking right?" you gave a poker face. 

"No Y/N, ever since I met you I fell for you instantly." 

"Really?" Your eyes welled up in disbelief.

"Yes, love. I love you and will always love you." 

"I love you too." You sealed your lips kissing softly, emotions running high. 

You started to feel his presence even more around you after you confessed your feelings for each other. Your wardrobe now consists of half of his clothes which he leaves behind in your room every time he spends the night with you. He tells you he loves you but he is never there the next morning for you. He isn't ready to acknowledge the relationship between you because he says it isn't a good time. You are always dodging the prying eyes of the media. 

Yes you were young, naive and trusted people way too easily that is why you didn't see the obvious red flags in your relationship. 

🥀

The last scene for the movie was to be shot outdoors near a cliff. The location was picturesque as the last scene was shot of you and Tom kissing each other. After the shooting ended the director officially announced the wrapping up of the film. The crew hugged each other and indulged into a little celebration at the location itself. You went near the cliff soaking in the natural beauty reminiscing about how this was the best summer of your life where you found the love of your life when Tom walked up to you from behind. He brushed aside your hair placing a necklace with a heart shaped pendant around your neck. You let out a light gasp surprised heart swelling up at his loving gesture. 

"This-this is beautiful Tom." 

"I know, love. Only for the most beautiful woman. This will always remind you of our love."

He wrapped his arms around you as you overlooked the cliff watching the sunset with an orangish yellow hue. His phone buzzed as he took it out from his pocket and saw the caller id. 

"I need to take this." He excused himself to take the call. You fiddled with your necklace admiring it and smiling to yourself. One of the runners brought you a bottle of beer you took it and the boy was about to go and give the other bottle to Tom but you stopped him. 

"I’ll give it to him." You took the bottle from him and made your way where Tom was busy talking to whoever called over the phone. 

"Yeah bye love you. Miss you too." You caught the last bit of his conversation. 

"Girlfriend?" You joked startling him. For a moment he felt his breath caught in his throat, he gulped hard before chuckling nervously. 

"I’ll be so damned to cheat on you. It was my cousin. Have to go back home, some urgent family work has come up." 

"You will leave tomorrow only?" You pout.

"Sorry love." He brings his hand to your cheek.

"What about I go with you? I always wanted to meet your family, I mean my future family." Your eyes sparkled. 

"Uh i don’t think that’s  a good idea since we are not public yet." he fumbled. 

"So let’s go public. You love me, I love you, what's the problem?" 

"Ofcourse, love but not this time. Once I return from London we will make our relationship official I promise." 

"What if you find a hot brit chick and forget about me?" you pout. 

"I can never forget you. This face is worth remembering." he cradled your face lovingly. 

"I really want to spend the last few moments with you before I go back."

"I'll keep my door unlocked.'' You winked.

At night Tom stood in front of your hotel room and as you had said the door was unlocked he smiled to himself sneaking into your room quietly. He was startled as you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him in pinning him against the door pressing your lips to his. 

"I’m gonna miss you so much." you say breathing heavily.

"Me too darling." 

Pretty soon all your clothes were discarded as you now lay on your bed spread out for him while he pounds into you relentlessly. 

"Oh fuck darling you always feel so good around me." He praises thrusting deeper inside you. You grab onto his back wrapping your legs around him. His phone buzzes several times on the bedside table but he was too invested in the pleasure he was getting being buried deep inside you so he decides to ignore it. 

"So gorgeous." He purrs trailing his lips down your chest sucking on to your hardened nipples. Your body arches at his touch, your one hand reaching  down to rub your clit.

"Yes rub that clit for me." He demands. You clench hard around him as you both reach your own highs. He collapsed on top of you burying his head in the crook of your neck as he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling out and rolled over to your side. You turned to him resting your head on his chest. His phone buzzes again and he reaches to receive it but ends the call abruptly seeing the number. 

"Who is it?" 

"Oh it's no one, darling." He said, stroking your hair gently and pecking on your forehead wrapping you in his warm embrace. You nuzzle your face in his chest listening to his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

You woke up to an empty bed next morning. Tom had an early morning flight so maybe he didn’t want to wake you up you thought, giving yourself false hopes.

First two weeks he used to FaceTime you daily but soon it got limited to plain simple texts and suddenly all of it stopped. Two months went by and you didn't hear anything from Tom but still you kept your hopes high telling yourself he must be busy.

🥀

The time of the premiere for your film was approaching and you were over the moon with just the thought that you were finally going to meet him. At the night of the premier you were dolled up in one of your designer dresses, you decided to ditch your expensive diamond necklace to wear the necklace Tom gave you before leaving. You reached the venue and stepped out of your car as your eyes were flooded with the flashes from the cameras, you gracefully walked the red carpet a wide smile adorning your face. But it didn't last long. 

You heard the crowd going frenzy chanting the name of the person you loved the most in this world. You turned around to look at him and froze. He wasn't alone, he had a woman in his arms as they smiled at the cameras. Your heart clenched when you saw the big rock shining on her ring finger. He got engaged and he brought in his fiancee to make the news public. So this was his emergency family work in London.

Tom looked around smiling when his eyes found you standing at a distance with a hardened gaze. His gaze dropped to his feet as a sense of guilt kicked in. You were disgusted and filled with hatred he left you, no he fucking lied to you and was cheating on you this entire time. You never wanted a relationship in the first place. He was the one who professed his love for you and you being the lovesick idiot believed him. 

The cast was made to stand together for a group photo. You stood to the left of him. He couldn't dare to meet your eyes. 

The movie began as you took your seats and tried focusing on the screen. Tom frequently stole glances of you as memories came flooding in. You caught him glancing at you and you could no longer take this betrayal anymore. He had imagined of getting married one day and starting a family but guess what it was true but just not with you. You informed Mike sitting beside you that you aren't feeling well, he arranged for you to leave. You got up in the middle of the movie and ran out of the auditorium. Tom saw that went after you. 

"Y/N wait! Please don't go. Let me explain!" he shouted desperately. 

You didn't listen as you ran towards your car with tears in your eyes. You got into it and drove past him as you saw his reflection in the rear view mirror desperately calling out to you. Tears pricked your eyes as you saw the necklace he gave you as a token of love dangling down your neck. You held the necklace and pulled it hard breaking the chain. You took a look at it for one last time and threw it out of the window in rage. You wailed inside the car crying your heart out. That night you made up your mind to only focus on your career no more distractions or false attachments. Your hard work has paid off because two years later you are now an internationally acclaimed star with a strong image, a role model for many and your fans adore you.

Though after that dreadful night you received a string of messages of apologies from Tom which went on for at least a month but you left all of them on seen.  Recently he had started texting you again mostly they read 'I miss you', 'can we meet?' He even went on a liking spree on your Instagram account which fueled the rumors of you two possibly getting together. You decided to ignore all of it because you always wanted him to suffer the way you did. You wanted the memories of you to haunt him for eternity like a curse he can't get rid of. 

Your car reaches Marvel's office as your bodyguard opens the door and you step out of the car you strut past the gates through the hallways to the room where the meeting was to be held. Your assistant walking by your side briefing you out about your today's schedule. You entered the room to find some of the big names in Hollywood already present and there was Tom too. This is the first time in two years you are finally meeting face to face. His eyes lit up instantly seeing you as he made his way to you enthusiastically. 

"Hi Y/N" 

"Oh hey Tom." you greeted him with a smile. 

"So how are you?" he began but you didn't answer as your eyes were trained on the person behind him, a handsome blonde with icy blue eyes walking right your way.

"Hi Harrison Osterfield." He introduced himself.

"I know, you are playing my love interest and I must say you are totally worth it." You giggled. 

"Well it’s my honor to be your love interest." he chuckled. 

Tom just stood there as a mere spectator watching his best friend and you flirt with each other. You're totally lost in him, the only thought reeling in your mind.

Fuck he’s gorgeous….. 

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(A/N : This crap came out of nowhere. Will I be writing a Harrison osterfield x Reader fic based on 'gorgeous'? who knows🤷‍♀️) Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Forever taglist: @starcoadrienette2​ @hollanddolanfangirl​

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Arkham Sessions: Captain Cold

These vignettes, and, more specifically, the characterization of Dr. Hugo Strange, are based on the wonderful Arkham Files YouTube videos produced by Mr. Rogues.

Here's his channel:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyxNOHiNclZlVpeRhYV2QRQ

Since I am a huge Flash nerd, I decided to use this idea as a jumping-off point to explore how the Rogues would respond to therapy sessions. Again, all credit to the basic format goes to Mr. Rogues.

Not everything Dr. Strange says should be taken as truth; his bias against costumed vigilantes affects most of his interviews with the patients.

Hugo Strange: From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient: Leonard Snart, also known as Captain Cold. The patient displays a number of antisocial tendencies, but no formal diagnosis has ever been given to him, and since he arrived at Arkham only a few days ago, I have not had the time to give him a complete psychological examination. Session One. Good day, Mr. Snart.  

Capt. Cold: Len. 

Hugo Strange: Pardon? 

Capt. Cold: Just call me Len, Doc. I ain’t the type to stand on formalities. 

Hugo Strange: Very well, then. (Pause) So, Leonard-

Capt. Cold: Not Leonard, Len. 

Hugo Strange: I take it you’re not especially fond of your given name? 

Capt. Cold: Believe me, Doc, if your name was ‘Leonard Snart’, you wouldn’t be fond of it, either. 

Hugo Strange: Fair enough. So, Len, what exactly influenced you to put on a parka and go running around robbing banks and jewelry stores with a freeze ray?

Capt. Cold: It ain’t a freeze ray, it’s a cold gun. 

Hugo Strange: Besides semantics, what is the difference? 

Capt. Cold: Mr. Freeze-you got him locked up somewhere in this loony bin, right?- has a freeze ray. It shoots ice. Me? I’ve got a cold gun. My gun negates thermal motion. Stops protons and electrons dead in their tracks. People too. Even the Flash slows to a crawl when I hit him with it. 

Hugo Strange: (Surprised; a bit skeptical) Do you mean to say that you have invented a weapon that can create temperatures of absolute zero? 

Capt. Cold: Yep. And I did it years before that lovesick freak got turned into a popsicle man. 

Hugo Strange: Your records indicate that you dropped out of high school at the age of fourteen, Len. How could you possibly have the requisite knowledge to create such a weapon? Are you even familiar with James Prescott Joule or J.J. Thomson? 

Capt. Cold: Who? 

Hugo Strange: J. J. Thomson is the man who discovered the electron. James Prescott Joule is the scientist who discovered the First Law of Thermodynamics. If what you’re saying is true, you managed to exceed the wildest dreams of either of these illustrious men, without even knowing of them or their theories. 

Capt. Cold: Huh. Guess I did. Well, how about that?

Hugo Strange: How could you possibly have managed this, Len? 

Capt. Cold: Just ‘cause I’m trailer trash don’t mean I’m stupid, Doc. 

Hugo Strange: Clearly not. So, how did you do it? 

Capt. Cold: Sorry, Doc. Trade secret. 

Hugo Strange: Len, we gave you a number of psychological and intelligence tests upon your admittance to Arkham Asylum, and-

Capt. Cold: (Cutting him off) About that-what’m I doin’ in this loony bin, anyhow? I ain’t crazy, and even if I were, I’m from Central City. That’s a thousand miles away from Gotham. 

Hugo Strange: A few weeks ago, Iron Heights Penitentiary’s southwestern wall was destroyed in a mysterious accident. As a result, it is currently incapable of holding supercriminals, metahuman or otherwise, and you and your cohorts had to be housed somewhere. Through a series of political and judicial decisions that I confess make as little sense to me as they probably do to you, all of you so-called “Rogues” were transferred to Arkham Asylum until such time as Iron Heights is properly rebuilt. 

Capt. Cold: I get havin’ to send us someplace else if Iron Heights is destroyed, but...I ain’t insane. Why not send me to Blackgate instead of the loony bin? 

Hugo Strange: Many people are of the opinion that anyone who puts on a silly costume in order to commit crimes is insane by definition, Len. 

Capt. Cold: That include you, Doc?

Hugo Strange: Whether or not you are insane in the legal sense of the term is not for me to decide, Len. That being said, I do believe that your decision to commit crimes in such a...theatrical...manner indicates some level of emotional disturbance. 

Capt. Cold: Hey, Doc, you’re the expert on this stuff, not me. 

Hugo Strange: In that case, why don’t we return to the subject of your astonishing invention? 

Capt. Cold: I’m stuck in the loony bin anyway. Might as well. 

Hugo Strange: Can you please refrain from describing this facility as a “loony bin”, Len? The term is pejorative, both for the staff who work here and the other patients who live here.

Capt. Cold: Pejorative? What’s that mean, Doc? 

Hugo Strange: It means that it is rude. Describing the mentally ill as “lunatics” is unkind and unscientific. 

Capt. Cold: Whatever you say, Doc. Whatever you say. 

Hugo Strange: (Coughs) As I was saying, when you arrived at the asylum, we gave you a number of psychological and intelligence tests. While your scores in the area of mathematics were unusually high, especially for someone who never finished high school, your literacy scores were abysmal. You are thirty-eight years old, but you read at the level of the average six-year-old. 

Capt. Cold: Well, we can’t all have your fancy education, Doc. What’s my reading ability got to do with my cold gun? 

Hugo Strange: I find it difficult to believe that a high school dropout-a high school dropout, moreover, who can barely read-would be able to invent a gun that can produce absolute zero on his own. 

Capt. Cold: Are you callin’ me a liar? 

Hugo Strange: Not necessarily, Len. What I am saying is that I do not believe that the Cold Gun was created in the way that you may believe that it was. 

Capt. Cold: Oh, so you ain’t callin’ me a liar-you’re callin’ me crazy. 

Hugo Strange: I did not say that either, Len. 

Capt. Cold: You didn’t have to, Doc. I may be a redneck high-school dropout, but I ain’t survived as long as I have by not knowin’ when people are bad-mouthin’ me. 

Hugo Strange: Len, I am not bad-mouthing you. I am trying to help you.

Capt. Cold: Sure you are.  

Hugo Strange: (Frustrated) Not everyone is looking to take advantage of you, Mr. Snart! 

Capt. Cold: Funny. Hasn’t been my experience, Doc. (Pause) Look. I ain’t mad, Doc. If I had a buck for every time somebody called me trailer trash or a dumb thug or a stupid hick, I wouldn’t need to rob no more banks. You ain’t said nothin’ I haven’t heard a million times before. But I want you to know this: I invented my cold gun, and I did it by myself. I. Ain’t. Stupid. 

Hugo Strange: (Looking to change the subject) Len, I never said that you were unintelligent. In fact, your criminal history makes it quite clear that you are an effective, pragmatic operative. An unintelligent man could never have organized the only successful costumed criminal combine in the nation. Every other group of costumed criminals has folded within a few months at most, usually due to interpersonal tensions, but you have somehow managed to keep your little group together for over a decade. What is it you call yourselves, again?

Capt. Cold: The Rogues. 

Hugo Strange: That’s right. The Rogues. Now tell me, Len, what exactly is the secret to your group’s...ah...success? 

Capt. Cold: (Amused) You plannin’ to start a costumed gang, Doc? 

Hugo Strange: Certainly not. I am simply curious. It isn’t often that I get the opportunity to interview criminals from outside of Gotham’s borders. 

Capt. Cold: It ain’t that complicated, Doc. The reason we’ve held together for so long is ‘cause we got an unspoken code. We watch one another’s backs to the end. Nobody gets left behind; everybody gets an equal share. 

Hugo Strange: (Surprised) Are you implying that you are...friends...with your Rogues? 

Capt. Cold: You think I’d trust people I hate to watch my back?

Hugo Strange: Admittedly, that wouldn’t make much sense...it’s just that I was under the impression that you were the leader of the group.

Capt. Cold: I am. 

Hugo Strange: Most gang bosses I know keep the majority of the profits from their crimes for themselves.Why don’t you? 

Capt. Cold: ‘Cause we’re a team. We do equal work; we get equal rewards. 

Hugo Strange: A surprisingly admirable sentiment for a common thief. 

Capt. Cold: (Proudly) There ain’t nothin’ common about me, Doc. 

Hugo Strange: (Sigh) That’s certainly true, Len. (Pause) On the subject of things that are not common, why the parka and the silly goggles? 

Capt. Cold: Practicality. Parka keeps me warm; goggles help focus my vision and keep me from bein’ blinded by the flare of my own cold gun. 

Hugo Strange: I see. (Pause) And why call yourself “Captain Cold”? After all, you aren’t really a Captain of anything. 

Capt. Cold: I’ll admit, it ain’t the most creative name in the world...but anything’s better than “Leonard Snart”. 

Hugo Strange: Why not just change your name, then? Why take up a ridiculous costumed alias?

Capt. Cold: Because I’m not just an ordinary thug. Leonard Snart is ordinary; boring…..but Captain Cold? Captain Cold is cool.

Hugo Strange: Was that a...pun?

Capt. Cold: What can I say? I admit they’re dumb, but old habits die hard. 

Hugo Strange: And the Flash had nothing to do with your decision to put on a costume and call yourself by a silly, alliterative name while committing crimes? 

Capt. Cold: The Flash? Why would he have anything to do with it? 

Hugo Strange: I was under the impression that the Flash was your arch-enemy. 

Capt. Cold: (Laughs) Arch-enemy? What is this, a Saturday morning TV show? 

Hugo Strange: The Central City papers make quite a big deal of your rivalry with the so-called “Scarlet Speedster”. 

Capt. Cold: Look, the Flash is basically a cop. Sure, he’s a cop with superpowers, and he’s good for sharpening our wits, but at the end of the day, he’s just an obstacle to our getting the score. 

Hugo Strange: Then you don’t view your battles with him as some epic confrontation between ideologies? 

Capt. Cold: Why would I do that? Ideologies don’t pay the grocery bills, Doc. 

Hugo Strange: And you haven’t dedicated your life to proving your superiority over him once and for all? 

Capt. Cold: No. I fight the Flash for the same reasons I fight the cops: I want to get rich, and he’s standing in my way. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.

Hugo Strange: So the Flash is nothing special to you?

Capt. Cold: I didn’t say that. Like I said, he’s good for sharpening the wits. I wouldn’t be half as successful as I am if he weren’t around to keep me and the guys on our toes, and yeah, it’d be neat to finally get the victory over him once and for all...but really, he ain’t so different from us. He’s just another guy workin’ a nine-to-five, tryin’ to provide for his family. I don’t like him-he’s a stuck-up, self-righteous prig sometimes-but he’s a good person. He’s not a superhero ‘cause he wants hero-worship. He actually wants to help people. He’s even helped me, and I make a career out of trying to freeze-dry him. You gotta respect a guy like that. 

Hugo Strange: You actually see the Flash as a man?

Capt. Cold: What else would I see him as? A Martian? ‘Cause I’ve seen Martians, and I can tell you, the Flash ain’t green enough to be one.

Hugo Strange: It’s not that. It’s just that I’ve spent so much time with the patients who view Bruce Wayne, formerly the Batman, as some sort of supernatural entity or as a grand opposite in a never-ending conflict between order and chaos that it’s rather...odd to listen to a costumed criminal who claims to view their local costumed vigilante simply as a person. 

Capt. Cold: Man, you have got to get out more. 

Hugo Strange: (Coldly)  I don’t recall requesting life advice from you, Mr. Snart. 

Capt. Cold: Well, you should take it anyway. Ain’t often I give stuff away for free. 

Hugo Strange: (Annoyed) This session is not about me, Mr. Snart. It’s about you. 

Capt. Cold: What else do you wanna talk about? I’m not stupid, I’m not creepily obsessed with the Flash, I don’t butcher people for fun, and I don’t have any weird hang-ups about dead relatives or riddles or plants or dolls or jokes or the number two. I’m not a good guy, but I think I’m a pretty normal guy, all things considered. 

Hugo Strange: Mr. Snart, no one puts on a costume without some sort of psychological disturbance. Even if the Flash was not in some way responsible for your decision-something which I am not yet fully convinced of-no rational human being would do such a thing. I just need to find out what your disturbance is. (Pause) Perhaps it began in your childhood, Mr. Snart? 

Capt. Cold: (Icily) My childhood is none of your business. 

Hugo Strange: I am your psychologist, Mr. Snart. That makes it my business. (Pause) Let’s see. Your file says that you were born to Lawrence Snart, a forty-year-old police officer who was kicked off the force for public drunkenness and suspected corruption, and Shirley Snart, a fifteen-year-old high school dropout. You and your family lived in a dilapidated trailer park, and your father was a known alcoholic who drank away your family’s welfare money. Five years after you came along, your younger sister, Lisa, was born...and your mother ran away, never to be seen again. The neighbors called the police because of domestic disputes between her and your father no less than thirteen times in five years, which leads me to suspect that she was spurred to leave the family because of her husband’s abuse. You were left to raise your sister, essentially on your own, at five years old, and you were effectively the head of the household from that point on. You never had a childhood, Mr. Snart. 

Capt. Cold: Don’t you talk about my sister!

Hugo Strange: I take it that you’re close to her? Understandable, I suppose, given that you grew up with her in an abusive household. Your grandfather, who drove an ice cream truck, did his best to protect you and your sister from your father’s cruelty, but he was old and in poor health, and he died when you were only twelve years old. You never got over the loss, and your father’s abuse only got worse as you and your sister got older. When you turned 14, you dropped out of high school; you then worked a number of odd jobs to support yourself and your sister. However, shortly after you turned 18, you and your father got into a dreadful argument, one that ended with you running away from home and leaving your little sister alone with your father. After that, you eventually fell into a life of petty crime. 

Capt. Cold: I...I had no choice. If I hadn’t left, he would’ve killed me! 

Hugo Strange: I am not blaming you for choosing to run away, Mr. Snart. You were an abused child with very few options available to you. 

Capt. Cold: (Quietly) I could’ve taken her with me. 

Hugo Strange: And why didn’t you? 

Capt. Cold: ‘Cause I was an 18-year-old dropout. Nobody was gonna give me custody of my sister...and besides, I’d started hangin’ out with dangerous people. I...I didn’t want her to get hurt. 

Hugo Strange: In other words, she would have been in danger no matter what you had done. 

Capt. Cold: It don’t matter! I’m her big brother! I was supposed to protect her! 

Hugo Strange: (Coming to a realization) And because you weren’t able to protect her from your father as a boy, you’re trying to make up for it now by becoming this “Captain Cold”; a larger-than-life persona that can do all the things you weren’t able to do as a child. You’ve made yourself too powerful and dangerous for anyone to threaten, and you’ve made a surrogate family for yourself and your sister. That’s why the Rogues are so successful...it’s because they aren’t really a gang at all. They’re your family. Isn’t that right, Mr. Snart? 

Capt. Cold: (Sarcastically) An’ I suppose the fact that my grandpa drove an ice cream truck somehow subconsciously influenced my decision to become Captain Cold? 

Hugo Strange: (Aware of the sarcasm, but ignoring it)  That’s perhaps a bit of a stretch, but it isn’t impossible. 

Capt. Cold: I don’t believe this….

Hugo Strange: Don’t be afraid, Mr. Snart. Admitting you have a problem is difficult, but it’s also the first step on the road to recovery. 

[raith-way]

I'm sending your music ask back because I really liked it lol.

So, for Ryan, Rev and Toni, choose a general playlist and on the third song, tell me what scene would play for your oc if your fic was a show or movie. One song for each lol.

I should have known this would get turned back on me, but I do love music asks so I can't even pretend to not be happy. Okay, I picked the third song and only did one song each. That being said, I still managed to find a way to go a little overboard. (Also, I was very tempted to cheat with one of the songs but managed to control myself.) Thank you for the ask!!

Ryan Lopez & Bruce Wayne [otp: mutually assured destruction]

Icon For Hire – Hope Of Morning

[try as i might to keep it together / why is recovery taking forever / fool the whole world / just until i get better / i’m terrified i’ll be faking forever, faking forever]

Ryan standing in a sea of people, at some kind of high society function, forcing herself to smile and make polite conversation. With every quick glance her way, she knows that people are talking about her various scandals. Yelling at people, the threats of violence and a few cases of actual violence, the scars unhidden by the dress she’s wearing. Knowing that her first impression will never fade, that she’ll always be known as the Beast of Gotham.

[on and on, i wonder what went wrong inside my head / i don’t have to have the answers, but tonight i wish i did / all the pain i can’t explain away won’t fade / all the secrets silenced by the shame / don’t make me say it]

Back at Bruce’s lakehouse, stripped out of the dress that she thinks of as a cheap costume no matter what’s on the price tag, looking outside while hearing Bruce walk into the room behind her. Bruce seeing her absently touching the scars that should have ended her life, knowing without her having to say anything that she’s thinking of the peace that was taken from her and the shame she feels for wanting that peace back. Him standing behind her, putting his hands over hers to still her movements, and holding her in silence. Just allowing her to feel.

[when the hope of morning starts to fade in me / i don’t dare let darkness have its way with me / and the hope of morning makes me worth the fight / i will not be giving in tonight]

Ryan leaning back against Bruce, trusting him to hold her up and trusting him to know her. That she isn’t giving up. That she’s going to keep trying, keep fighting, for him and for herself.

Revina Revnic & Rick Flag [otp: need you closer]

Ella Mae Bowen – Holding Out For A Hero

[somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasies / somewhere just beyond my reach / there’s someone reaching back for me / racing on the thunder and rising with the heat]

Pre mission, a moment of peace in the night before leaving at dawn, with Rev and Rick in adjoining rooms. Both laying down in the darkness, unknowingly facing towards each other. Both worrying about the mission waiting for them, worried for each other and never for themselves. Rev thinking about how easy it would be to get up and cross to his room. Rick thinking about how, for once, he wouldn’t turn down any of Rev’s usual pre-mission offers.

[through the wind and the chill and the rain / and the storm and the raging flood / oh, his approach is like a fire in my blood]

Middle of the mission, Rick is still all that Rev can focus on. Constantly drawn to him, straining towards him, despite trying to stay on target. Then there’s that moment, when the mission is complete and everything just goes still, and her entire body lights up when their eyes meet.

[i’ll need a hero / and then we’ll dance ‘til the morning light / dreaming he’ll lead / held tight, tonight’s the night]

Post mission, another win after another close call, and this time Rick is the one who makes the first move. Who lets himself see Rev and reach for her, pull her close the way she’s dreamed about and then not let go like she’d been too afraid to hope for.

Toni Swan & Jasper Hale [otp: i feel everything for you]

Lauren Aquilina – Fools

[friends, i watched us as we changed / the feelings in my headspace rearranged / i want you more than i’ve wanted anyone / isn’t that dangerous?]

Toni is helping to plan her sister’s wedding, and she can see Bella’s happiness under the nervous energy. As the wedding gets closer, Toni’s focus keeps getting pulled to Jasper. To her best friend. Only, she’s not thinking of him like a best friend. Every time they’re together, all she can think about is how she wants to be closer. All she can think about is how she wants.

[the anticipation before the kiss / mirrored in my shaking lips / oh, god, i feel so unprepared / the two of us so out of place / my feelings written on my face / got what i want but now i’m scared]

After so many passed over chances, there’s the first kiss. Such a natural reaction to being close to Jasper, until the implications sink in. Toni’s eyes widening as she realizes that she just kissed her best friend, the person who has been there for her and supported her during the most difficult time of her life, and what if she just ruined them?

[what if we ruin it all, and we love like fools? / and all we have, we lose? / and i don’t want you to go but i want you so / so tell me what / tell me what we choose]

Before Toni can pull away, Jasper pulls her in closer. Holds her to him and whispers their shared fears in the quiet space between them. They might be risking their easy friendship, but they can gain so much more. After everything they’ve been through and everything they feel for each other, they can take this chance. This time, they can choose each other.

[mr-monomis-rp-memes]

💕 Emoji themed rp memes once again! 💕

(Anons decide duration for all of these)

🦸muse now has a alter-ego as a superhero! Anon decides their powers

🦹‍♂️muse now has a alter-ego as a supervillain! Anon decides the muses powers

🧛‍♀️muse is now a vampire! They can be any kind of vampire mod decides, including making up their own species of vampire!

👼muse is now a angel! Bonus points if they are biblically accurate

🧝‍♀️muse is now a elf!

👯‍♀️muse is in a playboy bunny costume!

👙muse is in a bikini!

👑muse has found out they are royalty, and inherited a castle! (This ones Perminant)

🦋muse has butterfly wings! Be careful though, they damage easily!

🐈muse is a neko!

🍄muse has eaten some weeeeird mushrooms and will now halucinate!

💫muse has been turned into a alien! They have forgotten their past life and now think they crash landed on earth!

❄️muse has ice powers!

🔥muse has fire powers!

🍭muse is made of candy! Watch out! Don’t get eaten!

🎲muse is now a member of DICE! A secret evil organization that is working to take over the world! Contact your new leader, @kokichi-ouma16 ! (Note may be slow to respond depending on current plots)

🚨muse is part of the investgators trying to stop DICE! Find out who’s a part of this little group and take them down!

🏝muse is stuck on a desserted island with one other person, and five items each! Choose wisely!

🏩send this to two people! One gets a key, the other is the person under the love hotels spell! Muse under the spell will see the other muse as their ideal person/situation for one night!

📱muse is stuck in a phone!

⌛️muse has 3 hours to live, unless they do what every anons tell them! Anons, quick give them the wildest dares you can! Once the 3 hours are up you no longer have to do what the anons say.

[hitchell-mope]

ABC headcanons. Ben LeRoi. Volume 3

WARNING!!!! THIS POST CONTAINS NSFT MATERIAL

His relationship with Mal will be included with this seeing as it makes no sense to me to not include it if you know what I mean

A - Acrobatics - How bendy can they get in bed? What is their favourite position? Mal’s magic coupled with Ben’s sports training results some very impressive acrobatics. Their favourite position is face to face

B - Bliss -  How big is the “big o” for them? How easy it is to bring them to it? Well. Magic light fills the windows when it happens so you tell me. And it’s fairly easy to ensure since they’re both very good at it.

C - Control -  How dominant they are? Who is more dominant? On a scale of 1-10. Ben’s about an 8 and a half. And Ben’s much more dominant than Mal.

D - Dedication - To what extent are they willing to go to make the night perfect? Ben’s willing to do anything to make the night perfect for Mal. So long as he doesn’t think it’s put either of them in danger that is.

E - Experiment - Are they eager to try new things in bed, or do they prefer more traditional love-making? Yes. They’re willing to try anything at least once.

F - Film - Have they ever documented their bedroom activities? Yes. It’s was a 19th birthday present for Ben.

G - Gooey - Anything related to messier aspect of sex, including cum. They don’t mind getting messy. Magic makes everything easier after all. Chocolate is involved more often than not. And they’re okay with it. Again. Magic makes everything easier.

H - Horny - How easily aroused that person is, and what drives them crazy? Ben’s able to keep himself under control better than most guys his age but when both you and your wife have magic and can turn into mythical creatures that the other is sexually attracted to. Then it doesn’t take much to get things started. And he adores it when Mal uses casual magic to either of their benefit. Provided he’s informed about it of course.

I - Innuendo - How good is their dirty talk game? Mal’s is great. Ben’s not as good. It’s still a little corny. But he’s getting better at it.

J - Jungle - How well groomed is their carpet, etc.? Ben is completely natural as well as purple. It’s a holdover from the beast transformation. Mal’s almost the same except she keeps herself trimmed.

K - Kiss - How are they skilled with their mouths? Tongue, or not? And how often do they kiss anything but lips? Both are skilled. Ben’s a freaking prodigy. Yes. Always when it’s the lips. And Ben’s a very big practitioner of forehead, cheek, nose and chin kisses. Those are much more chaste though.

L - Libido - How long can they go? If they didn’t have kingly duties or college they’d probably never leave their apartments.

M - Moan - How vocal are they in the bedroom (or elsewhere)? Do they turn to mush, or keep up the talk? Both are very vocal. Lots of cursing and grunts and screams and french cuss words. And they always keep talking.

N - Nature - Have they ever thought about having sex outside, or doing other inappropriate things there? They’ve done it outside. Abandoned dragon cave. At the enchanted lake. A couple hundred miles above the clouds. You know just the usual spots.

O - Oscar - Do they enjoy role-playing? Yes. Their most constant one is the knight and the dragon.

P - Protection/Procreation - How careful are they? Have they had any accidents? How eager are they to start a family? Magic keeps from any accidents that may occur. Which also means they don’t need to be carful if they so choose. They do want to start a family. But not for another decade

Q - Quirk - Does their love-making have any unique elements? Magic. Beast. Dragon. Sceptres. Wings. It’s pretty quirky.

R - Random - Any random fact about them. Ben likes to cover them in his wings when they do it. Mal has a thing for wearing his old tourney jersey when they do it.

S - Strip - What goes underneath their clothes? Thanks to his magic Ben’s got a body worthy of Thor himself and what was already king sized has now doubled in its majesty. As for Mal. She’s also in perfect shape for her age. Just as much as Ben is, if not more, since she did a lot of running on the island. And thanks to magic, neither of them have to do any work for it

T - Tempo - What’s their pacing like? Are they casual or more intimate? They go fast as much as possible but they always keep the romance.

U - Urge - How often does the desire to have sex strike them? What happens then? Well. They’re both 19 years old. So pretty often. And they always teleport into their apartments if they can. If not. They use magic to keep themselves in check

V - Virginity - How was that person/these people’s first time? They’re each other’s first. And it was a little weird but still very enjoyable.

W - Wish - What’s one of their wildest fantasies? Ben’s living it. It’s no secret that he’s downright obsessed with dragons are the ahem darker side of morality so Mal is his literal dream come true. Mal’s is to surrounded by ten different Ben’s in various costumes. And that was fulfilled on her 19th birthday

X - eXtra - Are they willing to bring extra people into the bedroom? And who that would be? Yes. Their most favoured choices are with Jane or Prince Tyrone of Maldonia.

Y - Yoyo - What does their toy collection look like? Mostly magic potions. Their sceptres. And some traditional toys.

Z - Zoinks - Have they ever been caught/compromised? How did they react? Only once. Now Jay will always knock. They were shocked but laughed it off the next day. And now they know to use a glamour spell when they’re doing it in the gala bathrooms.