#it is hell to properly execute

[orbch]

ability to touch people and possessions through positive emotions and permission, you say??? interesting. anyways. i wonder who what jonathans dreaming about…

[nyaboshiikun]

🌸🌸🌸🌸

(17/17) A sequence to this post hehehe

[nessacousland]

Well, I finally finished Dragon Age: Friendship is Magic and that is *my* biggest regret.

[captainsweet]

I'm confused how me writing some request somehow ended up with most of the cast being dictators, a literal war happening, literal slavery and tons of racism, and so many other sucky things. But then again, they did request it to be Steven Universe based, so... What else do you expect.

[misterbaritone]

That third episode of Scott Pilgrim got me thinkin thinkin

[kirsctein]

the sudden urge to redo your acnh island

[leighsartworks216]

Kiss-Proof

Sylus x implied fem!Reader

Inspired by this fic by @peachlynnie

Also inspired by an Archie comic lol

Warnings: fluff, kissing, established relationship, lipstick, implied sexual content at the end

Word Count: 948

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How he got roped into this situation, he has no idea. Not that he's complaining. What could be better than his partner straddling his lap, kissing him over and over again?

You plant a kiss at a bare spot on his cheek without ceremony. You pull away, hopeful, only to deflate when the vibrant imprint of your lips are left behind. "Ugh, this one transfers, too." The tube of lipstick is tossed off to the side with the other failures.

Sylus grabs the makeup wipe from the previous attempts (almost completely covered in various shades of pink and red). His hand holds your jaw warmly, thumb on your chin, as his other thumb brushes the wipe over your lips.

He could suggest taking you shopping to the high end stores that would most certainly have lipstick proven not to smudge or transfer, but then you'd have to get up and stop testing it. His lips still have some red staining them, and his cheeks, neck and forehead are almost completely covered. He'd hate to stop now.

"How many more do you have to test?" he asks.

You shift in his lap, forcing him to stop his ministrations in favor of holding your hip to support you. You grab another lipstick tube from a pile andshift the remaining ones around. "Like, five more? At least one of these has to work."

He shifts his legs, settling you back into place, and draws your attention back to him so he can wipe away the last smidge of tint at the corners of your mouth. "If none of these work, I'll buy you some more," he promises. He nods slightly as he sets the wipe aside. "Go ahead, try this one."

You use a little compact mirror to help you get the shade on right. It's a warm red, bloody and tempting. It’s the same shade as his eyes after a couple glasses of Gin Fizz, when he looks at you with unbridled affection, enhanced with his slight intoxication.

Sylus would be the first to admit how much he loves watching this. He loves the comfort you have to propose this silly idea, to crawl into his lap with a bag of lipsticks and makeup wipes and the intensity of an executive making a pitch to a board room. He loves getting to watch the concentration on your face as you glide the applicator over your top lip, following the natural line to ensure it's perfect. Loves the mild frustration when you mess up the corner. Loves that you trust him to fix it with the wipe wrapped over his thumb nail. Loves the quiet thanks you mutter before you get back to work.

Fully applied, you hum impatiently as you turn the tube over to read the directions. "'Wait two minutes.' Damn."

"The best results take time," Sylus teases.

You shoot him a half-hearted glare. "Fine. What should we talk about for two minutes?"

He hums as he taps a finger on your hip. "I don't think I ever asked: Why are you so eager to find a lipstick that doesn't transfer?"

"Well," you wipe your thumb along his lip, dragging the lingering color with it, "it's embarrassing to drink from a glass and leave a big smudge behind."

He chuckles. "That's what's got you so worried, sweetie?"

You trace the rouge up to his prominent cupid's bow. "Mm, not completely." You wonder what he'd look like with lipstick on him properly. You're sure he'd look amazing. Hell, even like this, covered with all your kisses, he looks good. You're damn near convinced he can pull any look off.

He squeezes your sides. "Tell me," he implores, voice soft and tender.

You sigh. "When we go to auctions, I feel like I can't kiss you," you admit quietly. "Everyone there is so... imposing. I don't want to, well, do this to you," you gesture at all the lipstick stains, "and ruin your reputation."

"Sweetie." He cups your cheek in his large hand. It holds you perfectly, always. You lean into it without a second thought. He smiles. "My reputation isn't that fragile. Besides..."

His voice gets lower as he draws you in. You could get high on the way his eyes flicker to your mouth. His nose brushes yours, hot breath shared in the centimeters of space left between you.

"How else will they know who I belong to?"

Your breath hitches. His mouth is on yours, seeking, claiming, drawing you deeper into him. You feel the creamy texture of smudged lipstick as you hold his face, slide your fingers along his neck into his hair. It streaks along his perfect skin.

His tongue licks the seam of your lips, begs for entrance. You tug at his hair as you let him in. He groans into your mouth, sighs a wanton rendition of your name. Your shirt slips up your waist as he dives a hand below the fabric to press against your bare skin.

You pull away sharply. "The lipstick!"

His eyes look murderous for being disturbed, by you of all people. Still, he contains himself enough not to dive right back in. Just barely. What he can’t contain is the furrow in his brow and the frown he wears.

You ignore the smudges of color on his skin, matching stains on your hands, as you tilt his head up to better look at his lips. They're still stained with that light red from before, but-

"Sy! It worked! This one didn't smudge!"

"Perfect." He pulls you roughly back down to him, biting your colored lip before licking it sinfully. "Let's take it for a test run, shall we?"

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 4 ] || [ Chapter 6 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K~ tags: a little bit of angst in this one, mentions of infidelity, also, Price is divorced. Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Chapter 5: GET LAID?

[The scolding Price gives is fully inspired by Captain Holt from B99]

“YOU. DID. WHAT?!” Price’s voice was so loud it bounced off the walls and Soap could swear the door was rattling.

The environment inside of Price’s tiny little office was beyond tense. Gaz sat across from Price on the arm chair, with his hands clasped over his lap. Soap stood beside him, hands on the back of the other chair, constantly shuffling and readjusting. And Ghost was all the way in the back of the room, arms crossed and one foot scuffing up the wall he was leaning against.

They looked like a group of kids at the headmaster’s office, getting the reaming of a century and waiting for their parents to come get them, only to get reamed out some more by them. Except they’re grown adults and Price is, in a way, both the headmaster and their father.

Granted, they probably should’ve waited until tomorrow morning when they’re not all a bit buzzed from one too many beers…  It seemed tonight was just one of those nights where they have little to no restraint… and are incapable to be reasoned with.

“If it’s any consolation, I told them you wouldn’t be too keen on 'em buttin' in your life.” Ghost spoke up while dipping his head to the side in a lazy shrug.

This earned him a sharp look from Price, who swivelled on his executive chair, turning a bit to properly face Ghost. The man looked seconds away from blowing up, eyes widened and wild.

“And yet you still HELPED 'EM?!” The Captain scolded him, to which Simon replied with a full shrug.

“They made a compelling case. You’ve been insufferable, boss.” He remarked, causing Price to sputter a bit.

“I didn’t wanna say anything, but it’s true, Captain. You need to get laid.” Soap jumped in.

His hackles raised and he stood up, slamming his hands on the desk, causing a rattling in the white mug he used as a pen holder. Gaz couldn’t help but wonder if the Captain didn’t hurt his palms.

“GET LAID?!” Price shouted in a tone almost akin to panic. “MY LOVE LIFE IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!” Price scolded them all, rausing a hand and pointing his finger at no one in particular. 

“AND I WOULDN’T BE SO INSUFFERABLE IF YOU LOT DID YOUR JOBS. BUT NO, I’M HAVING TO FIX YOUR MESSES AND DEAL WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT!” He shouted as he ran his hand over a pile of documents on the edge of his desk, sending them all flying to the floor.

None of the lads shook in the face of the Captain’s shouts. They were all used to it, having heard enough of them from other C.O.s in their careers and, especially, more than enough from John in the last year.

Price huffed through his nose and hung his head for a moment. Then, he tossed himself back in his chair, leaning it back and grumbling under his breath.

He sat with his legs parted, left arm over the desk top, the right one hanging limply over his lap. He grumbled under his breath, his mustache scrunching a bit as he raised his right hand to rub his eyes.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” Price grumbled and swiveled his chair back toward the desk, inadvertently toward Soap and Gaz as well, setting his elbows on either side of the black desk mat.

He held his head up with both hands, his blue eyes sliding downward to the phone they had set in front of him when explaining what they did, which now sat between his elbows. 

In it was the Tinder profile they had created, the gimmicky, silly little shite that includes grainy photos of him and a bio written in the 3rd person. What impressed him was the fact that somehow, despite only having been active for an hour, according to them, the account had already seen about 35 likes and a handful of DMs from people.

Most of them were curious about the bio, some of them asking a variation of ‘Does John know you made this account?’, etc.

However, it bothered him that they did this behind his back, never once stopping to ask if he needed or wanted their help (AND HE DIDN’T). “You need to delete this.” He ended up saying after a moment of silence.

He grabbed the phone and set it on the edge of his desk to be taken by either Gaz or Soap, with a bit more aggression than he meant to. “Deactivate it, whatever.” He added.

“But, sir-” Soap tried to say, being shushed by Price raising a hand to signal him to quiet down.

“No buts.” He said directly as he raised his head and glared right at Soap. “And you need to tell that person that you already promised a date to that I’m not interested and APOLOGIZE for leading them on.” He ordered.

“Boss… C’mon.” Ghost called for him from his corner, causing John’s head to slowly turn to face him, eyebrows scrunched when he noticed the gaze Simon was sending him.

Cursed be Simon Riley, the only tosser in the entire SAS other than MacMillan, who can read John like the open book that he prides himself in not being.

But of course Simon knows why he’s so reluctant. He was there 5 years ago… when Price called him from his car in a side road somewhere, so drunk that his words were more so obscene slurs than words themselves, spewing mentions of loss and betrayal and a visceral need to cave a man’s face in, of emptying magazine after magazine on his wife’s lover’s body.

Simon went to get him, took the man home to his own shitty little flat, let him sleep off the inebriation in his bed, looked after him just in case he’d choke on his own drunken vomit, and the next afternoon, when Price was more himself, he drove Price to his marital home and helped him pack his bags.

Price stayed at his apartment for almost 6 months before getting his own place. Not that Ghost minded. Returning to the barracks was embarrassing for the Captain… And getting his own place required time and patience, which Price was lacking. 

Eventually, Price signed the divorce papers, the matter was settled, and Price went on leave. Ghost took his as well and helped him settle into a flat, helped him assemble furniture, brought him meals.

Then started Price’s fuckboy era. Which is how Gaz and Soap heard of his proclivity to hook up with people. Gender didn’t matter, so much as getting momentary satisfaction and some of the shadows out of his bones. 

Then, Graves and Shepherd happened… And Price cut it cold turkey. He was pent up. Point blank. Went from getting regular satisfaction to getting nothing and burying himself in his work. Blaming himself for not noticing the signs earlier.

Sometimes Ghost wondered if the man was going through a mid-life crisis.

“You could use it, boss.” Ghost added as he looked Price right in the eyes. “What’s one night, huh? Just going for a drink with them?”

“Simon-” Price tried arguing.

“Please, sir. We promise you’ll like ‘em.” Gaz pleaded. 

“Yeah, sir, we all talked with ‘em and they’re a right laugh.” Soap added.

Taking a deep breath, John leaned back on his chair again and threw his hands in the air again.

“Alright.” He conceded. “BUT!” He interrupted them before they got too giddy. “None of this… Tinder shite.” He gestured vaguely to the phone at the edge of the desk.

“You set up a meet-up this Friday at a pub nearby. No more after that.” He ordered.

“On it!” Gaz said as he snatched the phone from the desk to dm you.

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[soukokuforthesoul]

married!soukoku where dazai gets into trouble, yet again, due to his attempts. the agency don't just have free time to throw around, so kunikida takes dazai's phone and searches for someone he could call. (dazai's passed out, after having been properly lectured and then put to sleep). scrolling through a contact, kunikida lands on one that dazai named chibi wife, and he takes the chance that it must be dazai's wife, so he clicks the call and waits a moment.

the phone rings thrice before the person on the other side picks up, with an irritated, "what the fuck do you want now, i'm at work."

kunikida frowns for a moment, taken aback, then realizes that he's calling as dazai, and that this person must be acting like this because this is dazai they are talking about, and he's always been a handful. he doesn't take too much note on the low voice, assuming it must be the microphone or something, as he explains. "this is dazai's co-worker. it says on your contact 'chibi wife,' would you happen to be his wife...?" he confirms, and gets a begrudging affirmative.

"i... guess? what did he do?"

"ah, well, he tried to commit suicide outside a building nearby, and we already have many complaints similar to this, but we don't have much time on our hands so we were wondering if you could take him home? he's asleep, currently, but before that he refused to leave because he was upset that we interrupted his attempt," kunikida explains, resisting the urge to sigh. this is dazai's wife, after all, and she would understand his exasperation. but kunikida decides he's better off being respectful, just in case she thought he was being rude and opted not to pick dazai up.

"oh? sorry about him. i'll be there in a minute," she sighs, and then mutters, "shitty dazai, getting into so much fucking trouble."

she hangs up before kunikida can question that, so he waits patiently instead, putting the phone down. a couple minutes later, he's already back to doing work, telling kenji to get the door if someone knocks.

eventually, kenji reports that there is a "Mr. Fancy Hat" at the door, and unsure if this means there's someone who is seeking the agency, or a weird name kenji had dubbed dazai's wife, kunikida goes to see for himself. he's stunned into silence when, to his absolute and utter horror, he finds a mafia executive standing at the door.

"what the fuck..." he breathes, and kenji just smiles, confused.

"kunikida-kun," he says, then points to the executive. "he said he's here for dazai-san!"

kunikida's stance tenses and his hold on his notebook clenches. "what do you want with dazai?" he demands.

the executive rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "you were the one who called me. why're you acting so hostile now?" he scoffs, then peers around kunikida. "where's he? i have work, i can't be gone for long."

"what—but, i—i called his—" kunikida stutters, and then pauses. "you're his wife?!"

kenji's mouth opens in an 'o', before he grins. "wow! you're dazai-san's wife, mr. fancy hat?" he inquires, turning to the executive.

"i'm his husband," the mafioso corrects, shaking his head. "the fuckin' mackerel called me his wife? oh, no, wait you said the contact, right? fucking hell, i'll change it later."

kunikida is rendered mute in his shock, and he hears the words "i'm his husband" repeating ceaselessly in his head. dazai is married to a port mafia executive. dazai is married to a member of the port mafia. dazai is married to—

conveniently, dazai decides to wake up right then and there, hopping from his place on the couch from all the commotion. he sees kunikida and kenji at the door, then spots the executive and bounds over.

"chibi?" he inquires, "didn't know you wanted to see me that bad!"

'chibi' scowls. "i'm not your damn wife," he grunts, and lifts a hand to pinch dazai's ear. "you're causing your poor colleagues so much trouble that they had to call me, so i'm here to get your dumbass out of their hands."

dazai pouts. "chuuya!" he huffs, then begins to remember that this chuuya is a port mafia executive and pauses. "who called you?"

chuuya tilts his head towards kunikida, moving his hold on dazai to the collar of his coat. "he called, asking if i was your wife. change my fuckin' name, i am not your wife," he repeats, and then turns back to kunikida. "i'll take him now, sorry."

kunikida is babbling, trying to form a coherent question, but chuuya's dragging dazai out already, and dazai's waving, saying he'll be back later. the door closes behind them and kenji hums, putting his hands on his hips.

"dazai-san's wife is very nice!" he declares, and hops off to go tell the agency about him. kunikida is left there standing, questioning everything in his life.

[hkthatgffan]

I really did not wanna talk about this stupid topic, but with so many people falling for it, I figured I should; THE DIRECT ARTICLE ABOUT A GRAVITY FALLS REVIVAL IS A FUCKING LIE!! Lemme explain below why!!

Ever since this article by The Direct was published, way too many people are thinking Gravity Falls is really coming back and the usual season 3 belief is spreading yet again. And of course, YouTubers who should know better made videos on it and other "journalists" are spreading this lie. Here's the real facts! The executive in the article NEVER alluded to a revival. All they said is that Alex is publishing a book (The Book of Bill) and there's some shorts being made. All this article is basing its claim on is the phrase, "Never say Never!" Alex has had a deal with Netflix since 2018. Under that deal, he cannot make new cartoons for other networks, including Disney and Gravity Falls. He can voice on non Netflix shows and help in small ways like he did on TOH, but he cannot make a new show outside Netflix.

The shorts they are alluding to are confirmed to be likely stuff like the Broken Karaoke series on Disney Channel's YouTube page or theme song takeover stuff. Disney TVA News, while not 100% the most reliable source, has suggested that as the case and given Alex was at DTVA in April recording something per an Instagram story he made, it makes the most sense. What's more, there is a rumoured short being made for The Book of Bill which this could be meaning. Notice how it has no indication of a revival? Alex Hirsch has said he has ideas for GF stories, but they are more book centric. Heck, in me and Hana's interview alone he alluded to Stan and Ford stories he'd wanna do if given the chance to make another graphic novel. That is all!

And speaking of Alex…he's not said shit on this! He's not tweeted about it or liked any tweet about it. And Alex has said in the past to not believe anyone claiming Gravity Falls is coming back unless he says so himself on Twitter. So, take a guess what I did? I messaged him!! I was in talks with Alex recently for another video I'm making later in the future and asked him about this article during it. Without leaking our DM's, Alex said straight up, this article is all "just talk!" It's clickbait! Alex Hirsch confirmed it is clickbait!!

Direct is lying to you and so is anyone else saying this is real or that Gravity Falls is coming back! It just isn't. The only person who you should believe about this stuff is Alex Hirsch himself and he clearly has said it's not. And even supposing Direct is telling the truth about this executive saying something is possible, it's just gonna be book or small shorts stuff…NOT a season 3 or reboot, or revival or spin off series. I know that stuff is pretty popular to talk about, hell, I'd kill for a Gravity Falls prequel story myself. But it's not happening.

But with that said, I hope this post helped you better understand what is up. This article is a sham and a joke to the field of journalism. Do your damn job and tell the truth instead of making clickbait shit that will get you ad revenue! People who write articles like this are a joke and I feel bad for anyone who falls for their BS! These articles will never stop being made, so it's up to you all to be smart and not fall for them.

Remember, if Alex Hirsch doesn't say anything about it, it's not legit!!

Stay informed properly out there! New videos coming soon :)

[channieskies]

Stretch You Out [SCB]

Pairing: Seo Changbin × Reader (Fem/AFAB/Curvy/Plus sized)

Synopsis: With such close proximity, what else is a man supposed to dream about besides very obscene things he'd like to do to his coworker? Changbin struggles to keep his thoughts in his head and member in his pants as he vividly daydreams.

Genre: Smut, PWP, Friends/Coworkers to lovers

A.N: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Also, this isn't proof read, so yeah...

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Word count: 3,400+ [Reading time: 14 minutes]

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites.

Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Unprotected sex [please wrap it before you tap it. This is fiction, and I control the narrative. Real life is scary, so please be safe], Creampie, oral (male receiving), Cum eating, Vaginal gaping, cum play, exhibitionism, public sex (let me know if I missed any)

Changbin considered himself a gentleman. He found strength in supporting the women around him and thought highly of each and every one of them. That included you. You were smart, strong, beautiful. Honestly, you were one of the best business partners he’d ever had and held you in high regard because of that. You were a fearless business woman with so much ahead of you in your career, and he respected that. He really did. But the way you looked right now in your tight fitting workout gear was fogging his brain. 

When you asked if you could train with him, he never thought it would do this much damage to his psyche. He knew you were attractive, yes, but he saw you as just a friend. Maybe it was because he knew how you dated and never thought of himself as your type. Or maybe it was the fact that you were close friends and he just assumed that he’d been friend zoned years ago, and therefore didn't stand a chance for that reason. Either way, he didn’t expect to get any play.

“How do you normally stretch?” He asked innocently, he really had no attachment to the pervy thoughts his mind were thinking. No, he was trying his damndest to separate himself from them. His eyes darted around, trying to focus on anything but the swell of your breasts and how good that sports bra looked on you. How even one hand wouldn’t be enough to hold all of that up. Or how those leggings gripped your curves tighter than a small condom on an elephant's foot.

“You assume I stretch?” You joked, there was a reason you asked for help, you needed it. “I don’t think I’ve properly stretched since secondary school calisthenics. The most exercise I get is walking downtown from the subway to work.” You shrugged, accidently pressing your boobs together and nearly sending him straight to hell with how hard he was staring. He cleared his throat, focusing on a random cowbell someone forgot to put away. 

“Well, we can start with that. Let’s stretch you out.” 

It took him less than fifteen minutes to realize this was a mistake. Your groans and labored breaths were sending shockwaves right to his dick, waking it up from its long time hibernation. He needed to help your muscles relax first, you’d been too stagnant for too long and stretching alone would be hard and tiresome. 

With him wanting you to get in an actual workout today, he needed a quick and effective way to get you stretched and ready to take on whatever it was he threw your way. Partner stretches were what he assumed would be the solution. The straddle fold and butterfly pose were easy and effective and you executed them very well; especially as someone who admittedly doesn’t stretch. It wasn’t until he got to the supine hamstring stretch that he ran into problems.

You were lying flat on your back, his grip on your ankle that was lying on his shoulder. Your other leg was between his as he pushed lightly on the leg he was holding to stretch you out. With each push on your leg you let out a little sound, something between a groan and a sigh. You were biting on your bottom lip to keep anything else from slipping past them.

 Changbin was in a crisis. This view was killing him. This position was turning his mind into the perviest collection of thoughts on earth, that he was sure of. All he could think about was having you this way. Fucking you slow and deep while looking into your beautiful eyes. Listening to each and every sound you made. Enjoying the sensual moment between the two of you. 

His eyes closed, mind leading him somewhere dangerous as he started to imagine you under him like this for more than just a stretch. Him holding on to your thick thighs, his stumpy nails digging into the flesh, leaving half moons in its wake. Your knees nearly pressed to your chest as he watched his cock glide in and out of you. What a site to behold. He pressed your leg further towards you, his now semi-hardened member brushing up against your clothed core.

It took you by surprise to say the least. You knew being this close in proximity with someone could set something off, but Changbin was the last person you’d expected this from. You weren’t going to shun it, but to say you were taken aback would have been an understatement. He wrapped his arm around your leg on his shoulder, pulling you closer unknowingly, brushing his clothed member against your core once again and eliciting a moan from your lips.

God, in his mind you were so wet for him, practically drooling from the way your tightness wrapped around him. How he stretched you out like no other had before. The way you looked at him, the way you were moaning his name, were combining to make this the best wet dream he'd ever had. To think, hours before this, he was adamant about not thinking about you sexually, despite just how sexy he thought you were.

Truth be told, he'd expressed that to you before. It happened after a guy ghosted you after meeting up for a coffee date. ���He just didn't like what he saw, I guess.” Just the insinuation that you weren't the most beautiful woman walking the planet, sounded absolutely ridiculous to him. So, he told you that more or less. 

“He didn't deserve you, is what it Is. You need a man that can handle all of you at any given time. One that appreciates you for you and not try to force some fucked up societal standard that very few live up to anyways. You are beautiful, sexy, smart, and have one of the best personalities I know of, don't let this mishap stop you from dating. Stand by your principles.” He meant every single word he said that night and still believes the ring true to this day.

But having you under him like this, was causing absolute madness. He could smell your arousal, taste your lips, feel you wrapped around him, so warm, so tight and so wet. Changbin was so out of it, he didn't realize he was now rutting his hips against yours, eyes still closed as he dreamed away.

Your hand was clasped tightly over your mouth, afraid that any sound would snap him out of whatever the hell he'd fallen into. His weight felt so good over you. Strong arm squeezing your thigh, the friction caused his gym shorts and your leggings, the dizzying thoughts of fucking him right here in your apartments gym. One smooth glide against you, had your hand falling from your mouth, a loud moan filling the space.

It took a second for the sound to register as something that his mind hadn’t made up. His eyes fluttered open to find you lying there, lustfully aglow. You both stared at each other, he was waiting for his mind to catch up while you waited for him to make a move. “Fuck it..” You grabbed the collar of his compression shirt and pulled him to you. You melted as soon as your lips touched his, you hadn’t realized just how much you needed to feel what his lips felt like on yours.

Changbin didn’t know what to make of this. Was this even real? His daydream felt almost too real to the point that this kiss didn’t feel like reality. Well- it didn’t until you bit down on his plump bottom lip. “I need you here, at this moment. Not in whatever dream land you were just in.” That was all he needed to ground him. He was here, with you under him. No need for some made up fantasy. He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. You wished you had more time to ogle your good friend's absolute grade ‘A’ beefy body, but you were in a public space and if you were going to do anything it needed to be done now.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Binnie.” You spoke as you slithered your way from under him. You moved to your knees, reaching a hand out to touch his chest. Your fingers traced over his peck, feeling his skin underneath your fingertips. You pressed your palm to the center of his chest right in the valley between his pecs and pushed, making him stumble and fall back. You slid one leg out of your super tight leggings and moved your panties to the side.

“Fuck..” He could see your lips moving, but he couldn’t recall a word you said if you asked him. He was too mesmerized by the sight of you straddling his legs. You pulled his gym shorts down, freeing his chubby cock. He was rock solid, slit shiny with precum. You licked your lips, holding yourself back from taking it in your mouth right then and there. Your fingers were wrapped around his member as you stroked it. The tips of your fingers were about three-fourths of an inch from touching. He was thicker than you expected, but it wasn’t something a little wetness and spit couldn't rectify.

His hands roamed up and down your legs to your waist, he was taking in your body landscape as if mapping it for future reference. You moved up, lifting your hips. You rubbed his members against your wet slit. His eyes were concentrated on your actions while your eyes were trained on him. You wondered how long your dear friend had been thinking such naughty thoughts about you. But you pushed the thoughts to the side as you positioned the tip at your entrance. The slide in had him gripping your thigh with one hand tightly, while he bit the back of his other fist.

The stretch was immaculate. You thought maybe he’d be too thick for you, but he was indeed the perfect fit. Your eyes rolled back, you drug your nails down his skin, feeling the light ridges of his abs underneath them. You smirked down at him as he shuddered. His cock was having a hard time sliding in, too thick for your tightness. You rested one hand on his chest as our fingers wrapped around his girth to keep him in place, he was primed to slip right out of your wetness. Your descent was slow, you didn’t want to force anything. Each inch filled you up until your pelvis was practically flush with his own.

Changbin was in heaven. He was actively trying to stay in the moment and not trying to prematurely bust his load into you. You looked so gorgeous on top of him like this. He couldn't help but let his hands roam as you rocked your hips on top of him. Thighs, hips, stomach, clit, ass, tits, it didn't matter to him as long as he got to have his hands on you. Your eyes were closed, you were trying to focus on the sounds he made and not the new wave radio playing throughout the gym. You were so wet, the squelch of each slide up and down his shaft filled the tiny area surrounding you, adding to you and your friends' gym sex soundtrack.

He wanted to kiss you. To taste your lips, savor you. He wrapped one arm around your waist and gently pulled you down. His fingers gently caressed your jaw as his eyes searched for your permission. You smiled at him and his heart fluttered. Yes, he was balls deep in one of his closest friends in her apartment gym, but that didn’t negate the fact that her smile just did something to him. He needed your lips now. He pulled your face to his, pressing his lips to yours ever so gently. That gentleness didn't last long at all. The longer you kissed the hotter, needier, and more passionate it became.

He planted his feet, his free hand moving from your face to your ass, spreading your cheek as he started to thrust up into you. You'd initiated this whole thing, he thought he'd lend a helping hand. Aid in you getting to cum. Because right now he wanted nothing more than to do just that. You broke away from the kiss, back arching and unarching wildly as you tried to adjust to the feeling of having him ram into you like that. “Fuck.. Binnie…” He cheeks flushed upon hearing you moan his name. He had to make you come no, there was no other option. 

“You like the way I’m stretching you out, baby?” You nodded quickly, too afraid of the sounds that would come from your mouth if you spoke. He gripped you tighter, fingers threatening to leave behind bruises on your skin. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he picked up his speed even more. The sound of the slickness between the two of you slapping together, now rivaling the new wave music playing in the background. He wasn’t the longest, but the way his girt filled you up was more than enough to satisfy. Each thrust lured you closer and closer to climax. You didn’t know what came over you, but your fingers snaked around his neck and with your release you squeezed. Feeling your fingers squeeze his neck sent electricity through his body. No one had ever done that to him, but there was a first time for everything. 

He felt like he’d cum with you. Between the way your walls fluttered and convulsed around his member, to your hand around his throat, to the sweet moans that filled the air, Changbin felt as if every single sensation he was feeling was dialed to one hundred. He stopped moving, both hands clamping on your hips to stop you from moving. Even the slightest shift in your hips and he’d fill you to the brim. The tight grip your pussy had on his cock, the feeling of him sheathed inside your warm wetness, all the stimuli this situation was providing had Changbin cumming before he knew it. It wasn’t his full load, but he swiftly moved you up and off his cock. He apologized profusely, scared he’d ruined the moment by prematurely ejaculating inside of you.

“I-I’m so sorry..” He started to panic as he moved back to his knees. “I- I didn’t know that would happen. Please don’t think I’m this shity at sex. I swear this has never happened before.” He rambled on, cock still twitching from stimulation. He was busy apologizing that he missed you getting down on all fours in front of him. He didn’t notice until your lips were wrapped around his cock as you sucked the mixture of your juices off his member. His mouth fell open, words dying on his tongue. Your mouth almost felt as good as your cunt, you were definitely talented with it. He knew that from meetings, but your talent was taking on a whole new meaning now. He pushed your hair that had fallen from your ponytail back out of your face. You were looking up at him with those eyes, saying that you could devour him if you wanted to. And truth be told, he’d let you. You could have anything you wanted when it concerned him.

You pulled away a trail of spit connecting your wet lips with his cock. He wished he could snapshot this moment, he’d definitely make it his screensaver on his work computer. “That good, huh?” You asked, wiping your mouth with your fingers, just to lick it off. You were killing him. “Couldn’t even let me cum without cumming inside.” You teased before pulling him in for another steamy kiss. He could taste you on your lips with a little hint of himself. God, you were making him so damn hard. “Wanna do it again? Cum inside for real?” Changbin choked on his own breath. Did you just ask him that? This had to be a dream. There was no way you’d ask him that with a straight face.

“A-are you serious, right now?” You didn’t answer him, you just laid on your back and pulled your legs towards your chest. He could see just how well he’d stretched you out, your cunt had a slight gape to it. It was all dressed up with cream all over it, slick and ready for him to slide back in. He could barely contain himself. He felt so giddy he actually let out a little laugh as he lined himself up at your entrance. That second slide inside of you felt just as good as the first. Like coming home after a long tough day at work. You both moaned simultaneously, your eyes rolling back in your head as his head fell back. “It feels so good inside of you.” He whined the words out, mind completely forgetting that it was possible to put base in his voice.

It was just like his daydream, just a whole lot better. You were creaming all over his cock, each stroke had his dick being coated with more and more of your slick. You’d pulled your sports bra down under your breast and the imagine of them bouncing with every thrust was going to be imprinted in his mind forever. When you reached to pull him in for a kiss, he lost it. It was something in the way your tongue would drag across his own that made him unravel. It was needy, wet, and passionate. Like you’d been wanting this for a while, which blew his mind. “Cum for me Binnie. Fill this pussy up.” Your lips were still so close to his, teasing him with every word. “Make this pussy yours..” Oh God, why did you need to say that? He couldn’t hold back anymore, especially not when you purposely clenched around him, making your tight pussy even tighter.

He folded like a cheap lawn chair. Spurts of cum streaming from his cock and painting your walls, filling you with every last drop. His whines reached high peaks, the only way he could calm them was to bite your shoulder to muffle his cries. He’d never cum so hard in all his years of fucking. Your pussy was amazing. You were amazing. Working out with you was amazing. His body shook, sweaty hands slipping, making him lose his balance and causing him to fall on you. You grunted from impact, but giggled softly. Deciding to wrap your arms around him and run your fingers up and down his perspiration slicked back. 

It took him a while before he moved, completely drained from your little workout. “I don’t think my heaviest lift days have ever drained me like that.” He chuckled, pushing himself up and back to his knees. He pulled out slowly, watching his trail of cum spill from your cunt and onto the gym mat below you. “Fuck… that is so hot.” He scooped a little bit of it up and stuck his fingers into his mouth savoring the taste of both of your arousal, then leaned in to kiss you once again. 

He didn’t know how long the two of you were on that floor or how long you two’d been at it, but he could hear a few people coming in, meaning it had to be at least respectable morning hours. You jumped up, hearing a few voices. The both of you scrambled to make yourself decent. You jumped to your feet, pulling your bra down and pulling the one leg of your legging back on as he tucked himself back into his pants and searched for wherever the fuck he threw his shirt. You cleaned that spot on the floor and you both ran out of there giggling like little children. You weren’t sure you calmed down until you got to your apartment door. “This is me.” You bit your lip, not realizing until that moment that you’d been holding his hand as you drug him through your building and up the elevator all the way to your door.

The realization didn’t make you break away though, neither of you let go. “Thanks for.. Helping me stretch, Binnie. I really needed it.” Blush tinted his cheeks. He looked down and nodded. “It’d be a shame to lose momentum, seeing that.. We didn’t do a cool down exercise.” He looked up confused by what you were saying at first, before it clicked.

“I can show you a couple of moves that will come in handy to cool down. Would you like that?

” You smirked as he invaded your space, pressing your body against the door with his own.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[rannie-moon]

what song would heran cover on their YouTube?

now playing... youtube covers!

masterlist | wattpad

WHAT THE HELL! | avril lavigne

⤹ 2021

this was her first cover on their youtube channel. It was early november and she had some free time (which was super rare) and instead of relaxing she decided to hop in a booth. on live she asked engenes if they wanted her to cover any particular songs and they swore they didn't care as long as she dropped something.

so heran being heran, shuffled her playlist and stuck with the first song that played—what the hell. she didn't even waste a second, reached over for her guitar in the rack beside her desk and plugged it into the amp. after barely 10 minutes she messaged her manager: "can you book the booth please? don't ask questions."

less than an hour later she's in a recording studio, putting her headphones on—ready to record with beomgyu on the other side of the glass. he was just there to keep her company. nothing much. and two takes later, she was done. that's all it took.

beomgyu was tripping out on her, lecturing her about how most idols take time to record their covers and put a lot of effort into it with an actual production crew, and here she was recording a pop-rock song in less than an hour.

her excuse, "does it look like I have the time? just because I didn't spent 3 months recording a single song doesn't mean that it's low quality jeez. let me be good at my job in peace!"

she didn't waste any time to get that video shot either oh my days she was on a generational run. the staff were still asking if she wanted to make the set pretty and she was like, "just give me my guitar, an amp, a mic stand in a garage set. we'll just keep it authentic, yeah?"

who could blame her though? she had to study for finals, practice for their upcoming award shows, make time for her therapy sessions, and her own studio time, while also staying present in her members' lives. they didn't even know that she recorded the cover, and only found out when it was uploaded. "my bad, I forgot to tell you guys but it's good right?"

so the what the hell cover drops randomly on a thursday night, no teasers, no posts, no nothing—just the thumbnail of heran with her guitar slung over her shoulder, a smile on her face, and “HERAN — What The Hell (Avril Lavigne Cover)”.

beomgyu’s in the credits with a sarcastic “recording assistant / emotional support / unofficial hype man.”

engenes were so confused and shocked, they all flooded her weverse bro.

💬 : heran you never told us about the cover! wtf mahn I threw my phone across the room when I saw it! ⤷ rannieYUH my bad? bro I'm in the middle of math class it's never that deep I swear 🤷🏼‍♀️ 💬 : POP-PUNK PRINCESS HERAN?? I ASCENDED ⤷ rannieYUH congratulations 👁️👄👁️ 💬 : heran what was the reason that you decided to bless us all with an avril comeback? 🎤 ⤷ rannieYUH I shuffled my playlist and chose the first song that played 🎤

the middle of the night | elley duhé

⤹ 2022

okay, so for this one she did practice! It wasn't spontaneous (shocker).

heran had this quiet longing to explore her ballet roots again—not in a rigid, traditional way, but something emotional. raw. something that could blend her contemporary influences with the delicate control she developed from ballet.

she just didn’t know what song could carry all that weight. until one night, middle of the night played while she was organising her choreography notes. she only settled properly when she had a clear vision of the execution, only then did she pitch the idea.

she sat with the song for days. listened to it on repeat. at night. on the way back to the dorm. while doing her skincare. she listened to it so often until she felt her body lean into certain dance moves, silently marking and mapping out her flow. once she had the vision, she brought it up during a meeting and everyone was borderline shocked... (because she was actually consulting them first for ONCE).

she was clear: she wanted it to be elegant but emotionally intense. and there was one very important factor: she needed water. and a lot of it.

she met with her dance instructor whenever she was free, asked for help, some constructive criticism, and some ideas to bring her vision to life.

the video shoot

the set was stripped down to it's bones. no fancy backdrop, no led screen. just a vast, blacked-out soundstage. all the lighting focused on her.

on the floor was a huge, clear pool/container that was filled with water (but from the video you could only see he water on the floor, nothing else). she was standing in a shallow, reflective pool of water. barely ankle deep, just enough for each step to ripple.

scene 1

she stood motionless, head bowed, arms loose at her sides. the began—and the camera circled her. her first step created a ripple that moved across the surface like glass cracking in slow motion. the choreography started slow and delicate, her eyes closed as if she were physically feeling the song flowing through her veins. the water only adding to the beautiful imagery.

every turn, every kick, every glide of her feet created beautiful arch of water, until she dropped down and was on her knees, halfway drenched as she danced with a desperation that she conveyed so well.

by the second chorus, the lighting begun to pulse, faint strobes like thunder in the distance. the choreography picked up—sharper, angrier, like the song was crawling in her skin. her dress clung to her frame, soaked from the water as she continued dancing knee-deep.

the camera zoomed in during floorwork—her hands dragged through the water as she hit the beats like they owned her or something. her hair was loose, dripping in a way that shouldn't have been that pretty. she looked ethereal.

and just as the final chorus swelled—BOOM. the overhead sprinklers turned on.

rained poured down in sheets, instantly drenching her. she turned, reached, spun, her dress spinning with her. she hit her final beat on the downbeat, chest heaving, face toward the ceiling, eyes shut. the water shimmered down her like a crown.

when the video was posted, it hit over a million views within the first 24 hours. fans were handing out titles left-right-and-center, as if she single handedly proved that she was the best female dancer in 4th gen, and was on the list of best dancers in the industry period. she was.

💬 : she didn't just eat. she fasted for days. cooked a seven-course meal. fed the industry. AND left no crumbs 💬 : when the video ended I was just staring at my screen, watching a solid 10 seconds of heran looking up as the rain poured down on her. she literally left me speechless... 💬 : I don't care what ya'll say, she is easily top 5 in the industry. never in my life have I seen an idol dancer as technically gifted as her I'm sorry, your favs are not sitting with her just yet. 18 years old by the way!

even idols were openly talking about it! taemin mentioned her in a fucking interview and put it on his insta story! the king of art himself recognised her!

die for you (feat. heeseung) | the weeknd and ariana grande

⤹ 2023

what else did you expect? LITERALLY WHAT??

this cover was super chill, just straight vibes. even the video was literally recorded with a go-pro and in the studio. clips of them during recording and just chilling. the lights were dim, they both looked comfortable and freakishly attractive.

heran and heeseung are both hugeeee the weeknd fans, and just them doing this cover with their voices sounding absolutlely heavenly together. It only showed the industry why bang pd was fighting wars for them to debut together. once again they had to remind everyone that they are THAT duo. NYEAAHHHHH!

the video shoot

heran was radiating a different type of girlfriend energy in this video (r.i.p jungwon). it was insane how effortlessly intimate the energy was—not romantic (obviously), but something even more maddening. that lowkey, undeniable chemistry that comes from knowing someone so well your voices just lock in like puzzle pieces. the best friendship ever. they are the epitome of homeboy and homegirl.

heeseung was leaned back in the chair, headphones around his neck, hoodie slouched just right. heran was sitting next to him, hair pulled up into a messy bun in the most effortlessly cool way in an overzised t-shirt (jungwon's, but nobody needs to know that) and a pair of sweats.

💬 : jungwon watching this like 👁️👄👁️ 💬 : the vocals, the atmosphere, I'm never knowing peace again

the whole thing felt like the softest flex—no elaborate set, no high-concept visuals—just them. just raw talent and the type of synergy that you can't manufacture. they were so in sync, engenes joked they were probably breathing in harmony too.

the video ended with the clip of them laughing at the end, both yelling "WAIT WHY WAS THAT SO GOOD??" and heran throwing a water bottle at heeseung while he laughed too hard to dodge it. the credits rolled in the form of handwritten notes over footage of them ordering food post-recording.

naturally the cover blew up! but the best part? jungwon's weverse reply to an engene.

💬 : jungwon did you see heran and heeseung's cover?? don't you think they looked so cute together 🤗 ⤹ jungwonie she sang that song for me by the way 👍🏼

wants and needs (with ni-ki) | drake ft lil baby

⤹ 2024 (original by sean lew and and bailey sok)

absolute perfection of a dance cover. too much skill and swag in one video I fear. I wanna say mother and son but damn. just two talented best friends having a good time on set ugghhhhhhh.

this and their collab stage to that michael jackson medley during their fate tour?? YESYESYESYESSS A MILLION TIMES YESSS! It was practically "how many times can one maknae duo leave everyone screaming".

ni-ki really wanted to do a dance cover with heran for their youtube channel, seeing as him and jungwon did a performance for studio choom. poor boy literally begged her aww.

"noona, I know you're super busy. like with a billion things, with the tour and you solo stuff but I really want to do something with you."

heran tried to resist at first. not because she didn’t want to do it—never. she’d actually been itching to do another dance project with him for a while. but between comeback prep, her solo concept shoot, rehearsals, and those ungodly early morning recording sessions, she had zero free time.

still, ni-ki was giving her the biggest eyes. full pout. slight tilt of the head. the “maknae begging his favourite noona” combo.

“riki,” she sighed, closing her ipad after reviewing practice footage. “you’re literally weaponising your cuteness and it’s working. can you please go back to being nonchalant or something?” “Is that a yes?” “…shut up. send me the choreo.”

they practiced like there was no tomorrow but ni-ki couldn't help the slight twinge of guilt that he felt because he was keeping heran from her schedule. but she swore that those things were the last of her priorities. "you before anything else buddy. now help me up so that we can re-run the first section."

they were so locked in it was borderline scary.

the two of them sweating it out, marking moves until they could do the routine in their sleep. every time heran stumbled or missed a beat, she'd slap the air like it offended her and go, “again. again. again.”

ni-ki would just laugh and go along with it, even if his body was already sore from his own rehearsals.

“your perfectionism is showing.” “and yours isn’t?” she shot back, already restarting the song.

the video shoot

the concept was very movie-esqu. starting off with heran working in an office and then ni-ki joining until the song played. the choreography was very hefty on partner-work which made it all the more fun. overall it was just such a vibe and they enjoyed filming it, and had even MORE fun dancing together.

you could see it in their faces, the chemistry was palpable through the screen. ughhhhh mother and son yessssir.

💬 : the way the move like they share one braincell ughh my babies 😭😭😭 💬 : not me crying over a drake cover... THEY MAKE ME DO THIS SHIT EVERYTIME 💬 : introducing nishimura "nonchalant around everyone but heran" riki! 💬 : I paused to breathe and missed three transitions. riki and heran... you'll always be famous

and heran's weverse post?? everyone was in tears!

late night with the boy, because that's more important than whatever my manager keeps on calling me for <3 we finished filming our dance cover today so I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate my cutie 😭😭

💬 : NO STOP IT! STOP I CAN'T DO THIS TONIGHT 💬 : all I do is cry... 💬 : I heard through the grapevine that jungwon is punching the air rn

takes me back home | wasia project ⤹ 2024

when you show up to a "who loves enhypen more" challenge but heran is your opponent. might as well pack it up, yeah?

she posted the cover for their debut anniversary and it was such an emotional process—and it actually took her so long to record because of the amount of crying she was doing. because there's just something about her relationship with her members that she can't put into words.

It's a feeling, intangible, indescribable through words alone. and they just had such an overwhelming year, that taking a moment to record this song was a breath of relief.

those seven loser boys are quite literally the main reason that she stays grounded, whether it's through laughing at something stupid, jokingly fighting, or sharing quiet moments. nobody compares to them.

the video shoot

the video was emotional too—a compilation of videos straight out of heran's camera roll. and these were videos she's kept since debut (she takes emotional attachment very seriously) so it was beautiful and raw. the moments that fans didn't get to see, just her and her seven loser boys.

this video was her heart laid bare:

their first album photoshoot in jeju after i-land—the moment that felt like the real beginning. jake and sunghoon jumping ten feet in the air because they thought a bee was chasing them, the rest of the members yelling in panic while heran’s laughter echoed from behind the camera, shaky footage catching her nearly dropping the phone from laughing too hard.

their first christmas together—seven boys and one girl trying to decorate a tree way too tall for their dorm ceiling. it almost toppled over when ni-ki tried to hang a giant bow at the top while standing on jay’s back. absolute chaos. the clip ends with the tree lopsided and everyone wheezing on the floor.

the dressing room after their debut showcase—shaky footage of limbs everywhere as they screamed, cried, and collapsed into one giant pile of disbelief and joy. heran’s voice barely audible through her tears, “are we even alive right now?”

a soft moment in the backseat of their van—heran squished between jake and ni-ki, both of whom had fallen asleep on her shoulders after a long day of rehearsals. she looked into the camera with a helpless smile, whispered, “send help please,” but her eyes were soft, her voice warm. like this was home.

jungwon and heran on a swing set at 2 a.m.—one of those quiet, late-night walks they took when the world felt too loud. the camera sat on the grass in front of them, catching flickers of light from a nearby lamppost. jungwon pushed the swing gently with his foot while they talked about everything and nothing, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.

the video cuts between moments like that—raw, real, painfully beautiful.

sunoo crashing out on her at the arcade while she was at the claw machine, trying to get him a plushy. heeseung and her in the booth together as they recorded their background vocals and adlibs for a song, unable to take the moment seriously at all until they were hanging onto each other laughing. jay dramatically reciting lines from a script for one of their conceppt films while everyone booed him. sunghoon trying to braid her hair and accidentally tying a knot. heran filming her own face, mock annoyance etched into it. "hoon I swear if you can't untie that I'm—"

"I can I swear! jsut give me a moment!"

It wasn’t just nostalgia. It was a mosaic of love, growth, and being seen.

and the final scene—the one that shattered everyone?

a quiet rooftop shot. all eight of them sitting together, backs facing the camera, watching the sunrise after a long night of filming. nobody said a word, but you could feel the weight of everything they’d been through sitting gently on their shoulders. heran turned the camera slightly to catch the way jake leaned his head on sunghoon’s, ni-ki pointing something out in the sky, jungwon quietly, sunoo and heeseung complaining about something.

until the song ended, the instrumental fading out and allowing for the video's audio to play. heran saying, "what I just pushed all of youu off the roof and ran away."

and just like that, she left the entire fandom curled up in fetal position.

💬 : why did I think I was emotionally prepared for this video??? like oh cool, a little throwback— proceeds to sob uncontrollably for ten minutes straight 💬 : me watching the swing set scene like: 🧍🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 💬 : the way she just kept everything. like imagine how much she cherishes these moments that she saved them for YEARS and chose to share them now. HERAN YOU ARE SO LOVED 😭

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[4lydsmarie]

hiii i was wondering if you could do a fic where reader and dally are at bucks drinking and having fun and reader is sitting on dallys lap while he plays poker or something with some random guys and she's just so fixated on his hands. like, she's playing around with the rings on his fingers, playing with his fingers, tracing his veins, anything. and dally being his cocky self is like "you sure do like my hands, huh doll?" and she gets all shy and clingy and stuff and after awhile they eventually go up to dallys room and cuddle (sorry if this is too specific lmao😣)

handsy - dallas winston

in which: yn just can't stop playing with dallas' fingers..and of course he notices. requested by @mattdillonwhore

a/n: no bc I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS IDEA.. i feel like dallas would def get so cocky to yn cause it's literally his nature?? also he loves to see yn get flustered or embarrassed IT'S JS SO DALLAS CODED. PLEASEE send more reqs i actually love this SO MUCH. also warning there's a lil makeout scene but nothing too crazy😋! this ff is so much shorter than my other one wtf i did not execute properly..

being at buck's was nothing out of the ordinary for you and dally on the average night. drinks getting passed around, red neon lights filling the atmosphere, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air, it was all a regular for you and dallas.

you sat on dallas' lap as he played poker with some other guys from the town. trying to fixate on something so you wouldn't be so bored you fell asleep, your eyes landed on to dally's hands.

something about his hands attracted you..the rings on his fingers and the veins leading up to his bicep, all of it tempted you in a way. you began to just play with his rings, turning them and examining them.

and this wasn't something new either, dallas was very used to you finding interest in his rings. hell, sometimes he'd even let you wear them. not for long though.

then your eyes trailed up to his veins, slowly running your fingers over each one of them, following the path they led up to his arms. and you did this to each one, taking what seemed like mental notes in your head about his veins. which one was bigger, which one felt best, which was your favorite, and all things related.

dallas kept an intense focus on his poker game though, his bets were important to him and he hadn't really realized what you'd occupied yourself with.

that was until he shifted his attention to you for a moment, examining how you'd play with his rings and trace his veins. finally, he spoke "didn't know my hands were that interesting. you sure do like 'em, huh doll?"

your stomach dropped and cheeks flushed as you'd heard dallas. you moved your hands back onto your lap as well. "no need to be shy, it's alright. nothin' but you gettin a little handsy, can't say i don't like it doll." dallas smirked. his cockiness was apparent to you, only making you even more flustered than before. dallas' smirk only deepened, turning into a cocky grin.

"dallll" you whined, looking down at your lap. dallas let out a laugh as he raised your chin "look at me doll." he smirked. you looked at him as he pulled you into a kiss. he only deepened the kiss as you two sat there.

"hey man, get a room!" one guy from the other side of the table yelled, causing you two to split apart. "alright alright, not my fault i just wanna show some lovin' to my broad." dallas said putting his hands up in defeat. "if you're gonna suck faces then get outta here" another guy added, throwing his poker chips onto the table "hey man watch your tone with me, alright? you probably wish this was you huh?" dallas snapped back at the guys. you knew this was your queue to intervene before things got serious as the man stood up yelling to dallas a little louder.

"dal, let's just go upstairs to your room alright? he's not worth fighting for." you said to dallas, putting your hands on his chest and pushing him back. "yeah yeah, man i hate guys like that..total jerks you know? man he's lucky you stopped me, cause if not i would've-" "enough dal." you interrupted him mid sentence, sensing that he was only starting to grow annoyed.

dallas let out a huff before he'd raised his head, as if a lightbub went off in his head. "hey, now i remember why we're even up here" he said, opening the door to his room. "someone couldn't keep her hands to herself, ain't that right? ya like my hands, doll?" his new york accent rang thick as he spoke. the flushed expression had returned to your face, looking down to your feet to avoid eye contact with dallas.

"c'mere" dallas said, sitting on his mattress. you did as he said as he pulled you into his lap, immediately kissing you. the kiss became more passionate by the moment, dallas letting his hands roam around his waist as you wrapped your hands around his neck and played with his hair.

this lasted for what seemed like forever before you'd both pulled away, nearly gasping for air.

"let's go to bed dal" you said, plopping down beside him on the mattress. "yeah, y'know maybe when you sleep you'll even dream about my hands." dallas joked as he laid beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "haha very funny..night dal." you slurred before falling asleep. "night, doll." dallas replied, drifting off just as you'd done.

[azumasoroshi]

losing my fucking mind over amalgamate

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34729489/chapters/86472166 it wont embed properly but woe amalgamate link be upon you. read this fic now (by @amalgamateofficial)

i cant believe i only found this fic because i was learning about fucking hydraulic presses in physics and it made me want to lightly skim the drv3 fandom again. like i wasnt planning on getting back into it and i was just gonna read like 2 fics and then dip

and then i happened to read the 'who the fuck is junko enoshima' fic and i was like oh i like this dynamic! platonic or romantic this is FUNNY

like there's something so addicting about two motherfuckers that hate each other (but hate the killing game more) intending to sort of kill each other (in short) but due to Last Minute Complications instead being stuck inside a robot made for one person trying to confuse people into thinking they killed each other while also being half poisoned and half delirious. like only in fucking danganronpa could this ever be a scenario HAHA

there was a reason i loved the fifth trial back in my drv3 phase at vaguely some point in high school the most...i was so mad that shuichi solved it anyway and didnt catch on until the very end and i was like aughhhh this is so stupid

but looking back on it now it's really just a by the books tragedy of character because kaito encouraged shuichi to pursue the truth no matter what!!! so of course a plan hinging on shuichi not figuring out the whole truth would be doomed from the start (and it being implied that kokichi had been planning to use shuichi instead of kaito for the plan...oof)

like imagine kaito panicking in the robot all alone frantically flipping through the pages and being torn between being SO proud of shuichi and SO scared that kokichi's death will have been for nothing, all while ACTIVELY COUGHING UP BLOOD AND DYING and having been POISONED and SHOT and stuck in bathroom

what a chad...

anyway this fic is just hands down the best fucking execution of the death bestie hangar that i've ever FUCKING seen and i literally spent all of yesterday searching up 'exisal hangar' and finding every fucking fic i could

i was rambling about it this morning because i spent like from 10pm to 6am doing literally nothing but reading and i had class at 8 so when i woke up at 7 i was absolutely losing it

like. you need to understand the process of reading this fic was one of THE MOST stressful experiences ive ever had reading ANYTHING. ive mentioned in other posts that ill like gasp or grab my chest victorian style if im shocked enough but with this one i was straight up panting for breath like my heart was beating SO fast

as a fellow writer i am NOT very good at maintaining tension throughout the story so to see it done so masterfully over the course of 470k words is just absolutely insane to me!! like it's never so much that i glazed out or had to walk away, i always always always needed to get straight back to reading

this was like. if you know me you know that april 23rd (shizaya fanfic) absolutely crushed my soul and i consider it one of the best tragedies ive ever read but i would never want to read it again for my own sanity. this is like. the opposite??? it turned this tragedy that already made me sad into this DESPERATE, clawing fight to make it NOT a tragedy and i think that really moved me more than anything

i really didn't know if they were going to survive by the end. i didn't know how closely the story adhered to canon, i only rewatched the main points of case 5 in canon but i didn't remember a single thing that happened afterwards other than tsumugi doing her whole evil cosplay shtick and that fact made me SO unbelievably stressed out for everyone!! i didnt know about the flashback lights or anything, and the exceedingly clever way the author utilized them to probably even greater effect in amalgamate honestly killed me

and oh my god the characterization. kokichi, kaito, maki, shuichi, hell i dont even like himiko but they were all done SO well, and even tsumugi i found myself interested in because well maybe the author decided to change up the canon and make her NOT the mastermind right??? i think the playing with expectations worked really well because at some points you couldnt be sure if the fic really would stick to canon or not

i cant believe a dr fic made me like himiko how could you do this to me i disliked her even before joseph anderson

but yeah not only were the characterizations amazing but their relationships as well were so nuanced and complex but they all made sense!!! i the new ones forged by their new situation felt really well earned due to how well they were developed and contextualized within the story in spite of prior events and just aughghhghgsh. kokichi and kaito especially, obviously, their relationship is just masterfully developed from where they started in canon to the end. maki really really shined as a character and like i kinda passively liked her in canon like she was alright but she really really shines in this fic, and SHUICHI oh my god he's so well done

i adore the fact that kaito is the protagonist view instead of shuichi (although the amalgamate oneshot from shuichi's pov is also very good and you should read it) because kaito has such an interesting perspective and like he's the Guardian, the Support, the Hero, the Mentor but the way the author really pulls him apart and flays open all his weaknesses and bluffing and insecurities amazes me!! he's NOT the analyst, he doesn't immediately understand every hint kokichi gives him which honestly sent my stress levels through the roof but knowing kokichi had enough faith in him to give those signals to HIM is just. augh. he and kokichi are just these broken battered beasts of determination throughout the fic (fitting, since the title is an undertale reference) that i really can't help but admire

(spoilers under the cut) but yeah you should read this if you havent and even remotely like the case 5+ cast. preferably not in one 8 hour sitting though like stand up drink water or something relax your sympathetic nervous system lmfao

like. i can't stop thinking about it. the moment i woke up in a cold sweat (after having some vague killing game related dream) i was like holy shit i need to make sure kokichi's alive (i stopped halfway through chapter 20) and i KNEW he was in a coma and i KNOW from the author's notes that the story is supposed to end happily but as i was going to the bus stop it felt like my head was spinning and i just couldn't get it out of my head like what if it's all a lie what if Kokichi is going to die what if he doesn't survive and like. jesus. maybe it was the one hour of sleep but i was so scared

because it was a KILLING GAME because it's hope and despair and maybe everyone is actually secretly out to get you and all of this is recorded and it's just. maybe it's the sleep deprivation but the ability to send the audience themselves into a mental state at least slightly similar to the characters is just insane to me

i am a very analytic reader!!! im like lol look at this trope being used, ooh that dialogue conveyed the emotion very effectively, ooh that was definitely foreshadowing of some sort, wow that sure is a convenient plot device, ooh that's an interesting incitement of conflict they used right there and because of it i tend not to get too emotionally invested in whatever i'm reading because i think from the writer's perspective. NOT THIS FIC I WAS ALONG FOR THE RIDE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE and i had NO idea what was going to happen and it scared the SHIT out of me because i wanted everyone to live so so badly but i didnt know which characters to really trust and that again is another layer of putting you in the character's shoes and it's so SMART UGH

oh and before i forget. i didnt even remember what happened in case 4 either. but gonta and miu continually being brought up and having such a tangible presence in the story was SO GOOD i love CONSEQUENCES

anyway yeah here are my initial thoughts that i managed to cobble together mostly into this post yahoo

i will be drawing fanart out of respect and a mild obsession. author if you see this i am on my hands and knees your writing is so good thank you for this experience

[starkspondwater]

Hi can I request what dating kenny, Stan, and Kyle in high school would be like head cannons

High school hcs! Yes yes yes! Honestly sometimes I don't even know what hcs I have until someone asks for them so this is a blessing for me

Kenny, Stan, and Kyle-High School Dating Hc's

Kenny!

🧡I see Kenny as the type to act like a playboy in high school and have the reputation as a flirt, but not the numbers to back it up. Like he tried so hard to seem suave and smooth, but nothing works

🧡Now when it does work on a pretty thing like you he's taken aback and suddenly that little playboy attitude falls apart. That's when you'll see that hesitance and nervousness break through as he tries to actually ask you out properly

🧡Gestures type of guy- not the type to spend all his money on things for you but he shows his affection with his actions. Between him and his siblings he's learned how special it can be to do even the smallest things for a person, and now that you're his person that's what just what he does.

🧡Works a lot after school, as in will always have some sort of job or gig that he's doing to try to save up money. As a result that means a lot of after work dates in which he brings leftovers from the kitchens he works in or flowers he picked on the way over to your house. Your parents weren't pleased initially with having a teenage boy come over unannounced at like 9 pm but he's a charmer (you got 15 minutes before they kick him out)

🧡Big BIG cheerleader in anything you do. Are you in a sport? He's loud and proud in the stands. Cheerleader? He's at every practice watching you prance around. Hell if you were in chess club he'd probably get kicked out from how distracting he'd be.

🧡PDA fiend, but will be blushing the minute you reciprocate. Like he's all for having a hand in the back pocket or around the waist, but the second you give a peck as you leave for class he's done for.

🧡Kenny comes off as the type of high school boyfriend that is a complete simp, and despite how people may perceive him they would find that relationship so incredibly sweet.

🧡Even as a teen is planning for the future- he has plans to make that last and does talk about it casually like it's already happening. His friends find it a little laughable, but he is dead serious about his plans for you.

Stan!

💙I know in the show Stan is kind of a so-so boyfriend but he's also like 10. As he grows and matures into himself and finds his personal passions I see his perception on romance changing quite a bit

💙I will forever hc Stan as someone who truly appreciates the art of music. Yes, he prefers some of the harder stuff but that doesn't mean he can't see the merit of any other genre. As such I also firmly believe that he is the type to tie songs to certain people. His realization that the feelings he had for you were something more than platonic came from the love filled songs that he kept playing on repeat all while you were on his mind.

💙A romantic at heart with awkward execution. This boy grew up with Shelley Marsh, who might've beat his ass on more than one occasion but was still a teenage girl at one point. He's seen the sappy rom coms and he's seen the allure of Mr. Darcy in pride and prejudice. The issue is he is not the best at mimicking that. At the very least you find it cute.

💙Does try to be sweet and suave but it usually comes out as a jumbled mess that leaves him feeling embarrassed and a little nauseous. He will try to write you a love song at some point which he anxiously performed with many a missed note and stuttered lyrics, but regardless he still receives only the most important accolades in the form of your praise. God forbid his friends hear about him trying to woo you like that though, he will never hear the end of it.

💙Bad memory and as such does forget important things like dates and anniversaries. He would be a little confused as to why dating for 6 months was important (high school relationship anniversaries are something else, I do remember) but he'd still feel guilty at missing that. Would be the type to spend his allowance on something cheesy to make up for it (or if it was bad he's going to write you a song and perform it outside your window. Yes it does piss off your parents.)

💙He's all for fast food dates- just sitting in his truck with a meal between you two as you talk the hours away. His mother did chastise him for it saying something about how partners like to be taken out once in a while only for him to whine "but I did take them out! We went to Taco Bell last week!" To him he sees the comfort and intimacy of being alone like that more romantic than sharing a space with 20 other people at other tables. Plus it's more affordable.

💙Stan is not a planner. He knows the future is arriving at the speed of light but for him it's easier to take things as they come. Might be disappointing to hear but he is not the kind of guy who is planning your life together after graduation- all he knows is he wants to be a part of yours and so long as he is he feels mighty fine about whatever comes next.

Kyle!

💚I hc Kyle as being really sure of himself and who he is as a person. He stands by his convictions and has no problem arguing for his beliefs. Despite this he does have insecurities when it comes to things like romance. He was pretty confident when he was younger but after a few failed attempts (and the aftermath of The List still haunting him) I think he started feeling a little down about his romantic prospects.

💚If he's crushing it's more than obvious to his friends, but to others it's a lot more subtle-little glances and the need to be slightly closer than needed. He is not the type to pursue that crush unless 1. he gets a big push from Kenny or Stan (we know Eric isn't going to) or 2. He has a crystal clear sign that things aren't just going to crash and burn for him.

💚Nervous, nervous, nervous. He is going to be all nerves when things are brand new. Those first few dates, the hand holding, shy smooches, it all leaves him feeling jittery and like he's going to explode. But soon enough he finds his stride in routine with you, relaxing into the relationship as time goes on.

💚Big on family, no matter how irritating. You will meet Sheila at some point between your first the third date. If it's not her inviting you over for dinner it'll be an ambush as you two and his parents just so happen to be at the same restaurant "What a coincidence, Bubbe! Oh you much be Y/n!" Lots of pictures of the two of you will be taken. (I love Sheila. I want that noted.)

💚He's grown up with the importance of school drilled into his skull. As much as he adores you he might have to cancel a few dates to make sure he's not going to fail his next exam. When he realized there were such a thing as study dates though? You might as well have told him he won a huge prize. He does still take things very seriously though, don't expect him to slack on quizzing you.

💚Not a fan of PDA, only because when he's had to witness others do it he felt it was obnoxious. He does however still hold your hand during the day and give kisses in greetings, he's just not going to corner you into a locker like "some goddamn animal" as he'd say. There's a time and place for that and it is not in front of the student body.

💚I love the image of him playing basketball as his extra curricular- it's good exercise and great for improving teamwork and building connections (all great for a college application!) He'd probably be a bit shy to ask you to go to his games, saying it wouldn't be a big deal and it's not like it's a really important game anyway. When he sees you in the stands though his face is lit up like the brightest light bulb. Afterwards when he's introducing you to the team he's calling you his lucky charm all with a beaming smile and pink cheeks.

💚Unlike Stan, Kyle is indeed a planner. He's got his college picks ready by the end of sophomore year and he has his options for fields he wants to explore. That being said, he's not necessarily planning to go to the same college as you would be nor does he expect you to do the same. He is very set on making sure both of you get the most out of your future, and if that means being apart for a bit than he's willing to put in that work. His mom and dad were pretty pleased to hear that, but Sheila did notice that along with some of those ivy leagues Kyle applied to were a few colleges much closer to home that sounded very familiar to ones you had mentioned. If asked he'd just say admissions could be tough and he's making sure he's got his backups ready.

[freyito]

"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ

✧ a/n: can't believe my first piece of 2024 is a part 2 to this booby fic... but goddamn i need my head in kenshis boobies rn. it'd make everything better...

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, bonus points!, not proofread

✎ wc: 750

⎯ Johnny Cage

Good GOD does Johnny love burying his face in your chest any time he can. He mainly does it when he's had a bad day. It's a great way to destress, he says. He promises there's nothing more to it. And he's right.

Sure, Johnny can be provocative and that charm doesn't exactly disappear. But seriously, this is like way too comforting for him. The stress of directing, making something worth it, it all dissolves when he's face first in your chest.

And he talks. He talks and talks. Will not stop yapping. His entire day, whatever he's done, something about movies. Every word muffled because he refuses to leave, or even lift his head off your chest.

So, when you return home after a particularly bad day, you decided to try Johnny's method of destressing. Johnny's on the couch, watching The Princess Bride for like the 27th time. It's the perfect time to strike. And strike you do.

Before he can properly welcome you home, your face is pressed between his tits within seconds. Sweet, sweet heaven. You understand now. You understand everything. Your stress dissipates, tensions of the day gone, immediately.

You can barley hear Johnny giggling and joking, you're too caught up in a euphoric daze. You only lift your head when it feels like you can't breathe. Johnny stares down at you with the biggest knowing grin ever. He's not gonna make fun of you, even with that hint of mischief in his eyes.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi is disciplined, he likes to think. So he doesn't he really even think about burying his face in your chest. On top of that, he's pretty busy. The OIA, the Taira, the Yakuza... it's a lot. You don't seem him at home much.

However, in those rare moments he gets with you, some time's he'll lay his head on your stomach or your thighs. He enjoys the kind of connection, some sort of contact after a hard day of work. It grounds him.

But oh, come on. We've seen how big this guy is. Massive tits. C'mon. It takes you a while to build up the courage to go for it. But when he's wearing tank tops, compression shirts, etc... it's so hard to restrain yourself.

Kenshi KNOWS. Sometimes he does it on purpose. But when you start stalking him, keeping your distance, plotting... he wonders what's gotten into you. He makes it a game, kind of. But you're winning. As hard as he's trying to keep up with you.

You find the perfect time to execute your plan. You two are cuddled up late into the night, savoring the rare moment of touch. Without warning, you seize your chance. You roll over onto his chest, head first into those big naturals. Silence cascades over the both of you. Oh, it's even better than you imagined it. Soft... warm... inviting... it's a shame he keeps them hidden. Kenshi doesn't know how to react. Eventually, after several minutes of agonizing silence (and pure bliss between this guys pillows), he finally wraps his arms around you and even pulls you a bit closer.

⎯ Hanzo Hasashi

Hanzo also considers himself controlled. He's above acts like that. Or so he thinks. He won't outright plank into your chest, but when there's downtime, he quite enjoys laying on your chest, with your arms around him. Reading a book or something. That's just the way he likes to wind down.

We've all seen the side-boobage on this man though. Untapped market right there. It'd be a shame NOT to put your head between those pecs. Like, it'd be a sin not to.

One night, during some much needed time alone, you find yourself wrapped up in Hanzo's arms. It's a quiet night, he's finding it hard to fight off sleep. He's been busy, and it's been a hell of a week for him.

His defenses are down, so you take up the opportunity. Awkwardly, you wiggle in his arms, flipping from your back to your face. What awaits you is reminiscent of the gates of heaven. God, you could live like this.

Hanzo's mind is fried, so he doesn't quite understand. To him, you feel more like a weighted blanket. Which ends up making it even harder to stay awake. He's trying to savor every moment with you, but sleep is quickly catching up with him. Waking up to you still resting your head on his pecs however... part of him is glad he was too tired to understand.

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