#i want a dino bench

[fly-the-pattern]

The dino benches are super cute. The angle is a little weird, though. And there's other seating if you're scared of dinosaurs. Looks like there's non-dino flat benches in the back on the right and a raised stone bench / retaining wall area on the left with grass and trees. I'm a little worried that there's no arm rests on any of the seating areas, though. It might be difficult for people with mobility issues to stand back up. Super cute for in front of a dino museum, though! And I totally want one.

[lovelyhan]

Hii Kai how about hooking up lee Chan at home football game where he should be benched but he’s off playing with you instead 🥴 congrats on your milestone bb 💕

02:40 — CHAN

it's a crime how it took me so long to actually work on this AHSHSJA thank you for the mental image of jock dino ditching his games for some pussy nana ur brain is so big 😽😽😽 + this kind of reads more like crack than smut so i hope you forgive me HAHSJW

it's the biggest match of the season. there's equally high stakes for both teams playing and the audience is nothing if not fired up.

team captain choi seungcheol considers this as the game that'll make or break their career as a team, so it's only proper for him to do his usual headcount. but when he notices that they're one person short—

"vernon," he calls out to one of the younger members, frustration making itself known on his face. "have you seen chan? the game's about to start."

the younger athlete stares at him quizzically. "uh, he said he had to go home early. something about a sprained ankle. but won't it be fine? he's benched for today anyway isn't—"

"he went home early 'cause of what?!"

"...a sprained ankle?"

vernon doesn't quite understand why seungcheol is simultaneously having a meltdown and looking like he's about to plan lee chan's funeral and burial all by himself.

"a sprained ankle," the captain begins, pinching the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh, "is code for pussy appointment. that asshole ditched us to get his dick wet!"

on the other side of campus, lee chan sneezes in the middle of fucking your brains out.

"whoa," you chuckle, reaching out to pat your boyfriend's face lightly. "you okay, baby?"

despite being balls deep inside you, chan shivers for reasons completely unrelated to the feel of your cunt squeezing around his dick. "i feel like someone's plotting my death right now."

"channie, that's the most unsexy thing you've told me ever." you roll your eyes, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him closer. "can you go back to rambling about how good my pussy feels?"

seeing as he's very much still hot and hard inside you, it seems that your boyfriend wasn't that thrown off by his mid-coitus sneeze. he simply sighs, stares down at you and the spill of your pretty breasts before fucking into you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.

"love it when your tits bounce like that," he moans, leaning down to latch his lips around your pebbled nipples.

"y-you love my tits all the time," you accuse, trying your best not to let out any noises that are too embarrassing to bear. "when you saw me in my cheer uniform earlier, you dragged me all the way back to your dorm just to fuck me!"

"can't help it, baby," chan laughs before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your nose. "that skimpy uniform makes your tits pop out perfectly. good thing i'm not playing today 'cause everyone would've seen my erection in the middle of the field."

you keen sharply when the head of his cock grazes against your g-spot—all snarky comments about his unsolicited plan to sneak out of the game for a pussy appointment going up in smoke.

"r-right there, channie—shit," you whimper, fucking yourself back on his cock to match his fervor. "cock's splitting me so fucking good..."

"that so?" he whispers breathlessly, wandering hands pawing at your breasts before he suckles on them. "does that mean you'll let me drag you off for more quickies from now on?"

"don't caaare," comes your drawled out plea, clammy hands reaching between your legs to rub your clit in tight circles. "'m so close, channie. wanna cum on your cock. please, please, please. want it—need it."

one minute you're scolding him for being unsexy, and the next you're drooling over his pillows as he fucks you stupid. if chan wasn't as desperate to dump his load inside you as he is, he would've dragged this out just to tease you.

"good fucking girl," he hisses when he feels your walls tighten around his length—egging him on to fuck you through your release as he chases after his own orgasm.

when chan spills his cum into your quivering cunt, you let out the prettiest little moan that could beat any sort of practiced cheer from a crowd of spectators. he'd prefer to see the redness dusting your fucked out face over any trophy they're set to win.

and he'd rather lie in bed with the love of his life than warm a bench for the entirety of a game.

"cheol's gonna kill you when he sees you again, you know."

that's the first thing you say when chan brings you to the bathroom—taking the act of aftercare as seriously as ever.

"i know," he says coolly, rubbing a damp washcloth between your thighs.

"and really? you told vernon you sprained your ankle?"

"hey, i'm sure he isn't gen-z enough to know what i really meant."

"yeah, but cheol will definitely understand once vernon tattles on you. i'd be lucky if i still have a boyfriend that's alive once the day ends."

for all your unsolicited concern, chan decides to lean forward and press a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. the expression on your face flits between surprise and endearment and irritation so quickly, chan almost laughs.

"that's what good pussy does to a motherfucker," he murmurs before pressing another kiss on the corner of your mouth. "now let me clean you up before i get in the mood to fuck you again."

⟢ end notes: this is probably the most unserious thing i've written in a while lmfao a million apologies if it only seems half coherent bc it is <333

[kikohao]

⇴ "you're telling me that you've only had one crush your entire life? that's bullshit. tell me who it is." "no."

DINODINODINOOOO

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⋆˙. liqour courage

★ ㅤㅤpairing ; universitystudent!enemy!chan x universitystudent!drunk!reader ★ ㅤㅤsummary ; where you confess to someone who you never thought you'd fall for OR where dino helps you when you're drunk ★ ㅤㅤthemes ; open ending, enemies to ??? ★ ㅤㅤwarnings ; reader is drunk, open ending, cursing ★ ㅤㅤword count ; 0.5k ★ ㅤㅤtaglist ; @nonononranghaee @abodyhasbeenfound @staranghae @prpldahy @starshuas ★ ㅤㅤa/n ; i actually DO NOT like how this fic turned out if im being fr but like um here you go! kept this one an open ending bc 🤭🤭 requests are always open! (texts, ot13 scenarios, drabbles, fics, mtls, etc) send an ask to be added to my taglist! likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3

"Walk slower or I think I might lose my dinner," slurred words come out of your mouth as you lay your head on Chan's shoulder, "And you do not want that to happen!" You murmured, receiving another scoff. 

"Why'd you drink so much if you can't handle the liquor? Either way, you should've asked someone else to carry you, you're fucking heavy."

You gasp, hand on your mouth, "How dare you call me heavy!" You let out accompanied by a kick that forcibly got an 'ow' from the man.

"Kick me one more time, you're off my back," he said, facing you this time.

You unknowingly pout, hands tightening his neck until silence overcomes the both of you.

"At the party, one of your friends mentioned to me that you've liked someone for a long time," You simply mentioned.

"I think you're sober now." He replied.

"They also said that you've only had one crush. Are they that special?"

Dino let you off him gently at the bench that was spotted to stretch his back from carrying you.

"We're almost there."

You let out a gasp, "No way! Is it true?" You ask him, eyes now widened. "You're telling me that you've only had one crush your entire life? That's bullshit. Tell me who it is."

"No."

"Why not?" You whine you want to know who the lucky woman is.

He shrugs as he sits next to you on the bench.

Under the glow of the moon, the cool breeze caressed his hair. It made him look at peace. Melancholy, but at peace.

What an ethereal sight, you think to yourself.

"I don't think I'm drunk." You say, still staring at him. He glances at you, then looks away, "Yes, you are. Your face is red and your words are slurred. Takes me a whole minute to understand."

"If I were drunk, would I be able to do this?" You ask, denying his accusations.

"You're not doing anything."

"But.. I sent you my love. Did you.. did you not get it?" You ask, now surprised. He should've surely gotten it by now.

As he chuckles, a cold shiver runs down your spine followed by goosebumps. You look away, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. The first time he's smiled today, you note.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorms." He says, standing up.

"Do you not understand? I fell for you."

As those words left your mouth, it felt as if time froze. Seconds turned into minutes as not a word was uttered. You looked over at him, noticing his ears turning bright red.

"I think, I think I love you," you added on.

"And I would love to answer you, but I think I would appreciate it more when you're able to understand my answer." He says as he faces you, holding his hand out.

[cvntrlseecvntrlvee]

— JUMP THEN FALL (INTO MY CAULDRON FULL OF HOT STRONG LOVE) - ISSUE 01

when trying to unearth hogwarts' resident Golden Boy™ seungcheol's secret girlfriend, leads to the proposition of a lifetime

★ PAIRINGS: seungcheol x fem!reader

★ GENRES: fluff, humour, angst

★ AUs: hogwarts!au, fakedating!au, gryffindor!seungcheol

★ WORD COUNT: 1.9k

♫ title is from taylor swift's 'jump then fall' and celestina warbeck's 'a cauldron full of hot, strong love'

★ ★ ★ A/N: hello! ahhh, it's happening!! shoutout to @hannieween for litterally being THE most supportive person and to em for putting up with my new year call and letting me voice act the entire story out. here's the first part, let me know what you think!

happy reading!

EXTRA EXTRA! IS LOVE BREWING FOR OUR RESIDENT HOGWARTS HUNK?

“Wallflower! Do you have the prints from the choir tryouts?” Soonyoung Kwon was perched on a piano bench in the back of the newsroom, the green and black necktie tied around his head, flapping like a flag in the wind every time he moved. “I want Beth Cloddington vomming front and center of this week’s issue,” he said, sticking his hands out in two Ls and looking through them like a camera. 

In front of him was a rolling chalkboard littered with half-finished articles on one edge, the other covered in pieces of ripped parchment, tips from fellow students. In the center, a mock front page with the words The Whomping Whistler in all caps across the top.

Soonyoung threw his head behind his shoulder, “Wallflower!” he yelled, the tie whipping him in the face.

You popped around the corner, “Hold your thestrals Hoshi!” Tossing a tray of photos down next to him. “You want to see her vom,” you ask, rifling through the stack, “or just her about to? I’ve got a few good ones.”

Hoshi wrinkled his nose, “Do you have one that cuts out right before?” You find the one you were looking for with a small aha! before handing it over. “Perfect. This is gonna be just perfect,” he mumbled, tacking the photo with a quick spell right under this week's headline, ‘Daylight Sabatoge or Deadly School Lunch?’

“We’re going to be ready for print soon, yeah?” you said, as you stuck your wand in your haphazardly twisted bun. Soonyoung may be the Editor-in-Chief, but your deadline was hard approaching and it made you anxious nonetheless. Hot gossip only stayed hot for so long.   

Soonyoung pursed his lips, “It’ll be a close call, still waiting on the rest of the quidditch leaks-oi, Pudding! Eta on the quidditch rosters?” There was a loud noise in the corner as 4th year Raveena Patil appeared from underneath a pile of old issues of The Daily Prophet, a mane of curly black hair framed her face and a pair of black wire-rimmed glasses sat crooked on her nose. She shrugged and Soonyoung rolled his eyes before huffing and turning back to you.

“The Gryffindor team is really where the news is anyways and Dino brought us that today, something about losing one of their beaters this year. We should get it printed tomorrow.” He ruffled his frazzled beach blonde hair, adding, “Hopefully?” when you sent him a questioning look. Although, if anyone could hit a headline, it would be Raveena.

Raveena Patil was a headstrong, highly ambitious, and downright terrifying, 4th year Ravenclaw. After a crucial tip led to the start of the publication during her first year, she’d proven herself to be the Whistler’s prized possession. The eyes and ears of Hogwarts they called her. Not a single secret could get past the likes of her. 

Raveena was also next year’s shoo-in for Editor-in-Chief.

With both you and Soonyoung in your 7th year, slated to leave after your N.E.W.T.S., Raveena was the perfect person to keep the show running in your steed.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” says Soonyoung, turning to you with a slightly crazed look on his face. You shook your head, worry creasing your forehead, “My dear Wallflower, it is time for,” He paused for dramatic effect and you prayed to Merlin he didn’t say speech— “a speech!” He exclaimed, throwing up jazz hands.

You groaned. It was nearly 2 am, and even 4 cups of Nocturna Brewery’s double-caffeinated coffee wasn’t enough to get you through one of Soonyoung’s sleep-deprived, erratic, pump-up speeches.

Soonyoung shoves the photo tray over and you catch it before it clangs to the floor. 

“Alrighty team!” He bellows, jumping up on the bench, “Gather ‘round and listen up!”  Raveena crawls out from under her pile and the rest of your small rag-tag team ambles on over. 

“It’s the first week, and I want us to start strong.” Soonyoung threw his fists out, pumping them with vigour. “The first issue will be good, but I know that we can do great! Remember what they say,” he pointed at the group, “it is not men who do things! But doing it makes them great!” You winced, that was not at all how the saying goes. He had the right energy though, as everyone around him cheered.

”You cannot manufacture men any more than you can manufacture gold!” He roared. There were hollars from the team and you thought it was about time to reel him in. You grabbed his arm and hoisted yourself onto the bench too, earning more hollers, and even some whoops.

You started, “When we first started this publication three years ago, we had no idea how big it would become. None of that was possible without you all!” There were jeers and whistles, and a few Let’s go Wallflower! “Everyone, great work tonight! But I think we’ve earned some sleep. Hands in everyone!” Everyone rushed forward, trying to get closer, as you and Soonyoung stuck your hands in front of you in the air, “To greatness!” 

“To greatness!” They all cheered. You clambered off the bench holding a hand out for Soonyoung. He hopped off with a stumble, tucking the tie that fell in his face behind his ear.

“Can you hang back for a bit Wallflower?” You nodded confused, as Soonyoung waited for everyone else to pack up and leave.

Once the newsroom was empty, sans the two of you, Soonyoung swung towards you with a devilish smile on his face. “I have a special mission for you Wallflower,” he said in a sing-song voice.

You groaned for the second time that night, “Please don’t tell me you still think they’re growing cannabis in the greenhouses, I swear on my camera they’re not.” The smile slipped off his face.

“What? No? Y/n, that was so last year,” he said, exasperated.

(It was not. He’d asked you to look into it literally on the first day of school.) 

Soonyoung looked around the room, making sure there was truly no one else left, before dropping his voice down to a whisper yell, “I have it on good intel, very good intel,-” Code for Raveena, “that Seungcheol Choi has a girlfriend.”

Soonyoung looked at you with fired-up eyes, a smirk grazing his lips.

You blinked, and Soonyoung blinked back before his smirk started to slowly slip off his face. The silence was deafening.

You cleared your throat, “Okay . . . and?”

There was another pause.

“Okay AND?!” Soonyoung shrieked. You wince, throwing up your hands to cover your ears. 

“The, the Seungcheol Choi has a girlfriend. We have to be the first to break the news and,” He booped your nose, “you, my dear Wallflower, are going to figure out who the lucky girl is. Then you’re gonna get a picture of them kissing.” He started backing up before you could even protest, picking up his messenger bag and slinging it over his shoulder. 

“Y/n, this is going to be our biggest story yet, I can just feel it.” You shook your head, a whiny no begging to slip past your pout. “One picture love, that’s all I need,” He said sticking a finger up, before switching to a finger heart. 

“Get some sleep, you’re gonna need it!” and with that, he was out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. With a sigh, you started gathering your things, sorting photos and parchment into separate piles. 

Seungcheol Choi’s girlfriend. You weren’t sure where to even start with that one. However, Soonyoung was (unfortunately) right. It would be huge if you snapped a picture of Hogwarts’ resident golden boy with a partner. 

But how? Were you supposed to follow him around everywhere? You shook your head, grabbing your camera off the table and checking the room one last time before turning out the lights with a swift Lumos. 

It’s not like you hadn’t done it before. 

Last year, Raveena had been tipped off that Trixie Prewett was fooling around with Keerthy Ramaswamy. No one would’ve batted an eye if it weren’t for the fact that, after multiple years of being on the receiving end of each other's curses in Dueling Club, they were ‘sworn enemies’ and ‘rivals to the death.’ 

You’d followed Trixie everywhere, trying to catch her in the act. It wasn’t too difficult with her also being a 6th year Ravenclaw, but it did make your free time nearly non-existent for a whole week. How were you supposed to do that with a Gryffindor boy?

It was also going to be harder to do during a N.E.W.T.S. year, especially on top of manning most of the photography for the Whistler.  

Maybe you should've started Dino on photo duty earlier. 

“It’s obviously Azkaban, A-Z-K-A-B-A-N, Azkaban!”

“Hoshi, how the fuck is a 4-across clue Azkaban,” the two of you were sitting in the great hall, this morning’s Daily Prophet in front of you, opened to the crossword. 

“Oh, uh, okay. Let’s try a different one?” said Soonyoung before shovelling a forkful of pancakes in his mouth, chewing obnoxiously.

You looked at him with disgust before going back to the crossword, “7-diagonal, scarlet leather ball?” 

Soonyoung swallowed before answering, “Easy, Basilisk, B-A-S-I–”

“Merlin, that is not how you do these.” You wanted to bash your head against the table. Or maybe Soonyoung’s. Last night hadn’t resulted in very much sleep after heading back to your dorm, lying awake most of the night, head churning with thoughts of a certain Gryffindor. 

You stare across the Great Hall, eyes landing on the said boy, Seungcheol Choi. He was flanked on either side by his fellow Gryffindors, and best friends, Jeonghan Yoon and Joshua Hong. Seungcheol was leaning over Jeonghan’s shoulder, as the latter furiously scribbled something down, while Joshua sat quietly reading a book, only moving to steal grapes off of Seungcheol’s plate and pop them in his mouth.

“So, do you have a plan for Operation Golden Boy?” whispered Soonyoung.

You yelped, jumping nearly three feet in the air. “Bloody hell, what the fuck Hosh,” you hissed smacking him back with your quill and rubbing your ear. “And for your information, no, I don’t have a plan. I’ll just, I dunno, make like a dragon and wing it?” 

Hoshi grinned, “That’s my Wallflower!” You tried grinning back, but it came out more like a wince.

The truth was, you didn’t know much about Seungcheol. Well, you knew as much as anyone would after spending the past 6 years together at a boarding school, but you were in different houses and ran in completely different circles, your paths didn’t really cross much.

Not sure if you could call him your resident it boy, but Seungcheol sure was the everything boy of Hogwarts. Prefect in year 5, Quidditch Captain in year 6, and now, he’s Head Boy. On top of that, he’s class topper in nearly all his classes, tutors 5th years gearing up for their O.W.L.S., started the big buddy little buddy system for an easier transition for the first years, has led the Save-the Flobberworms campaign for five years in a row at Hogwarts, and the few times you’d spoke to him, he was super nice. If you asked anyone else at Hogwarts, they’d tell you some iteration of the same thing.

You sighed before folding up the Prophet and shoving it into your bag. You’ll figure it out. After all, how hard could it be to get a photo of a 17-year-old boy sucking face with his girlfriend?

★ ★ ★ A/N: the two quotes hoshi attempts are "It doesn't take great men to do things, but it is doing things that make men great." - Arnold Glasow and “I fear uniformity. You cannot manufacture great men any more than you can manufacture gold.” - John Ruskin

i knoooo this is wasn't much seungcheol, but i promise he's coming!! and it'll be worth!!!! seungcheol is ltierally the bestest boy in this but i wanted y'all to get a taste of hoshi before you forget about him 😭

[cheolsfae]

𑁍SVT reaction to finding you asleep on another member's shoulder

Requested: Nope!

Genre: angst-ish?, fluff

Warning(s): Terms of endearment, slight swearing, not proof read

A/N: Got carried away with Coups! Oopsy! I swear I'm a loyal Vernon stan!

Feed back and re-blogs are appreciated! ✨️

𔘓Seungcheol (S. Coups)𔘓

He felt like he'd get into trouble if Seungcheol had walked in right now and saw that you, the leader's partner, asleep on his team member's shoulder. He was kind of nervous about it but he also didn't want to do anything about it considering you had finished rambling about how tired you were because you were not getting enough sleep. But his shoulder was tired what was he to do? He had two options: 1. Leave you here, resting on the hard bench, and have Coups get angry at him for leaving you like that or 2. Call him and risk having Coups get jealous/annoyed that you were resting on his friend. Either way, it wasn't a good outcome. Chan was so lost in thought that he hadn't realized that Seungcheol was standing right in front of him. The older of the two crossed his arms, obviously annoyed. He cleared his throat to get the younger's attention. Dino's head snapped up, "It's not what you think!" He half shouted/whispered. He didn't say anything and gave Dino the get-lost look. Dino lifted your head gently off his should and moved and made room for Coups to sit. After Coups was adjusted in the seat Chan split. He wanted nothing more than to leave.

𔘓Wonwoo𔘓

Yes, he'd seen you dozing off on the couch waiting for him to finish up his game before leaving the office but he truly thought he wouldn't be much longer. So, when he'd seen you asleep on Coups shoulder, he wasn't surprised. Last time he checked in on you, you and Coups had been laughing at Tiktoks together. Twenty minutes later, your passed out on his shoulder. Made sense. "Sorry," He whispered over to his friend. Seungcheol brushed him off, it wasn't a big deal to him. Wonwoo walked on over to you two turning around, getting low enough, "Help me get them up on my back." Coups did so and the two of you were on your way home.

𔘓Mingyu𔘓

It had been a long time since you'd last gotten some proper rest. Between school, work, and all the little things you had to do, there wasn't time for you to rest. He knew that you were pushing yourself too much. How many times had he told you over the past week to take a day or two to catch up on it? Too many to count. So, to find you fast asleep on Wonwoo's shoulder wasn't much of a surprise. He hated to admit it but he was a little jealous. Anyone who was in the proximity of the trio would know it the instant they looked at Mingyu. It didn't help that Wonwoo was also fast asleep too, his head resting atop yours. He sighed, not really know what to do when Seungcheol clasped his shoulder, "Their tired. Let them both sleep a little longer then you can wake them up." And that's exactly what he did, no matter how much that jealousy bubbled in him.

𔘓Vernon𔘓

You'd been staying up way too late, recently. Much more than usual. You'd been studying for your upcoming finals. So to see that you'd fell asleep on Mingyu wasn't that much of a shocker to him. Vernon didn't really mind it. You looked pretty comfortable. He didn't want to disturb you. Mingyu on the other had was busy taking cringey pictures of you. No, you weren't drooling or anything like that, just bad angles like the little fiend he was. Vernon wasn't stopping him, in fact, he was doing the exact opposite! He was egging him on! "Send me those! I wanna make it my wallpaper!"

𔘓Joshua𔘓

There the two of you sat. One of his earbuds in your ears, fast asleep on his shoulder with him also asleep, drooling slightly; his head against the back of the chair and his mouth slack. He quickly took a picture at the two of you. He would use it later to tease you both. He picked your head off of Vernon, putting it on his own. He plucked the ear bud from your ear, giving it back to Vernon. Feeling something land in his hand, he'd woken up looking confused and dazed. "Go back to the dorm, get some sleep." He didn't need to be told twice. Off he went, leaving you and Joshua in the lounge. Wasn't the best sleep, considering you'd woken up with a neck cramp but it was good enough for you. After you'd woken up, Josh had shown you the picture he'd taken of you guys. you'd never live this down!

𔘓Jeonghan𔘓

He sighed upon seeing the you passed out on his friend's shoulder. How long had he kept you waiting? Couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Yet, here you were asleep on Joshua's shoulder. "One minute they were talking about what you guys had planned, the next their asleep." Joshua was just as confused as your partner was. Well, you had mentioned recently that you hadn't been getting much sleep due to too much stress. "Sorry, let me get them." Joshua shook his head no, "Let them sleep." After a while, you'd woken up. Joshua had been long gone by that point. Somehow, you ended up on Jeonghan's shoulder. "Next time, tell me that you're too tired. We can just go nap instead of going out for a date." He ruffled your hair, you smiled sweetly and went back to sleep.

𔘓Jihoon (Woozi)𔘓

This was the second time this week that he had been running late on date night. So, late in fact, that as soon as he walked out of the studio you'd been asleep in Jeonghan's shoulder while he sat there scrolling idly on his phone. Jihoon sighed, "Let me get them. Sorry." Jeonghan looked up at him, "Hurry my shoulder has gone stiff. I don't know if I can move it anymore." He joked, obviously he didn't mind you sleeping on him otherwise he would have moved. Jihoon rolled his eyes, "Sorry Y/N, Jeonghan said your head is too heavy." You lifted your head, waking up, and seeing your cute partner. A sleepy smile lighting up your face. "You ready to go on our date?" Woozi chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Of course, let's go."

𔘓Seokmin (DK)𔘓

His jaw dropped at the sight of you, resting your sleepy little head on to Jihoon. You looked so cute! What was he to do with himself? He was trying his absolute hardest not to squeal at you! He didn't want to wake you up. Woozi rolled his eyes at his team mate, "They're just sleeping. What's the big deal?" Seokmin laughed, "They're drooling on you and it makes it all that much cuter!" Woozi clicked his tongue, lightly pushing you off of him.

"Let them sleep!"

"Not if they're drooling on me! Let them drool on you!"

𔘓Seungkwan𔘓

We know he's a little bit of a drama queen. We love him for that though! So when he saw you fast asleep on Seokmin's shoulder, pft! It was over for you. He felt like you'd cheated on him! How could you? After you'd woken up, he was being a little curt with you. Very short. Very passive aggressive. "Come on, how was I supposed to know I'd fall asleep on him? It was an accident and I'm sorry!" You immediately knew what he was upset about. You guys had been watching a movie and you'd fallen asleep. "I was sitting on the other side of you! My lap or shoulder were free!" You sighed heavily, this was spiraling. "I'm sorry. Really." He stayed silent, he was getting sulky now. "Fine, I'll forgive you. But if it happens again, you're sleeping on the couch." You wouldn't have this pouty man any other way.

𔘓Soonyoung (Hoshi)𔘓

Shocked, he didn't know really how to respond when he picked you up from studying with Seungkwan. This was definitely not what he was expecting. Seeing you laying on Seungkwan's shoulder fast asleep with you textbooks open and splayed out in front of the two of you. "I thought you said you guys were just studying?" He asked the younger. "We were, they just fell asleep. Come get them, their killing my shoulder." And that's exactly what he did. When you guys got home that night, he was all pouty, "Sleeping on Boo...Can't believe you."

"It was a boring topic! I couldn't help that I fell asleep!"

𔘓Jun𔘓

Soonyoung had facetimed him. "Look at your partner!" He whispered, careful not to wake you up. Jun chuckled a little. You looked absolutely adorable in his eyes. "Come get them or I'm leaving them here!" He focused the camera only on himself now before quickly hanging up the phone. Jun booked it as quickly as he could. When he arrived, he was completely out of breath from all the running. You were already wide awake. He looks between the two of you goofing off. He looked between the two of you, you two looked back at him. "Hi, hon! Why are you out of breath?" You asked, with concern on your face. "Because I thought he was going to leave you here." You laughed, "No! I wasn't going to leave them here! It was a joke!"

𔘓Minghao(The8)𔘓

You'd been so busy lately with work and other things. So when you fell asleep on Jun and he walked in and saw you, he was kind of upset about it. He really wished you'd taken better care of yourself. He'd been trying to get you to take some time for yourself but you weren't having any of it. This wasn't much of a surprise. "Thank you for taking care of them while I was busy." Jun's head shot up from his phone screen, looking at his friend. "No problem. They were excited to see you and then pft." He smiled, he was happy to hear that. What had he done to deserve you?

𔘓Chan𔘓

Pouty! How could you even sleep on another member's shoulder? This was one of the worst kinds of betrayals he's felt! It was a stab to the heart! That is until...he woke up from his dream. He was still in this mood when he walked into the kitchen where you were. "You owe me an apology." He glared at you. You looked at him with complete confusion in your eyes, what the hell was he talking about? You hadn't done anything to upset him, at least as far as you knew. "You cheated on me." Again, another confused look was on your face. "You were laying on Minghao's shoulder fast asleep! How could you?" When had that happened? "Did you have a dream or something? 'Cause I'm more than positive that didn't happen."

"Yes, I had a dream."

You rolled your eyes laughing a little bit, "I would never do that! Only to you!"

He sighed, "Better not."

[sighonaraa]

Hit me with more about the sun is only a God if you learn to starve!

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ABSOLUTELY MY LOVE!!! this is also colloquially known as the Jamie Gets Hugged Six Ways To Sunday fic, and i adore it so deeply. i'm currently working on chapter 2 so! i hope! it'll be out! soon!!!

here's a little jamie and isaac from much further down the road, because i love them so dearly and they make me insane and i need isaac to also Give and Get hugs because he deserves them and SO DOES JAMIE!!! i put some of it below the cut simply bc it got a bit long jsldfjaklj

“Oi,” Isaac ventures, scooting down the bench a bit until he’s close enough that he can speak softly, afraid of spooking the lad. His fingers curl around the metal, the cold shock of it enough to ground him. “Oi, Jamie. What’s going on?” Jamie shakes his head mutely. He’s rocking back and forth slowly, in small, minute movements. His knuckles are white to the bone. He’d been vibrant out on the pitch earlier, almost dizzying with it, his legs a blur and his face alight with a ferocious determination, but now he’s turned in on himself so that Isaac can glimpse only the tender, soft belly. He’d vanished during cool-down, and Isaac had wandered through the facility on purpose after everybody else had gone home, hoping that Jamie’d stuck around only to find him collapsed here on the floor, shaking like he was about to break apart. The shaking hasn’t gotten any better; it rattles the bones of him, the very skeleton. Isaac aches to watch. “M’fine,” Jamie finally mumbles, into the peaks of his knees. “Y’can go home.” Isaac rolls out his neck. “Nah. I’m good, bruv.” Jamie sniffles, fingers grappling more fiercely at his shirt sleeves. He hasn’t changed out of his kit or boots yet and his legs are grass-stained, and, horribly, Isaac is thinking of a different locker room in a different city but the wallowing emptiness of his chest is still the same. Nothing ever changes, does it. Nothing ever fucking changes. “S’stupid anyways,” says Jamie. His voice is dull, flat, so completely unlike Jamie that Isaac nearly can’t recognize him. “Just being stupid.”

There are many responses Isaac could give to that, but he pauses before he says any of them. They’ve talked and talked and talked it into circles, the lot of them, huddling in Dani’s living room trying to figure out how best to coax Jamie out of his ghost, back to the living world. Isaac, offer him your dino. Colin, take him out to dinner. Sam and Dani… keep it up, lads. None of it has worked. None of it has done anything, because Jamie hasn’t been there. But Jamie’s here now. He’s here, and so is Isaac. It’s easy, almost, to slip from the bench and onto the floor at Jamie’s side. A little harder, to wrap a careful arm around Jamie’s shoulders and draw him close. Isaac can feel the tense of Jamie’s muscles, the coiling of them, and he’s about to let go when Jamie relaxes into the embrace. This is all the encouragement that Isaac needs to pull him ever closer, tucking the lad into the curve of his side and allowing Jamie to decide where he wants his head to go. On Isaac’s chest, is the answer, and neither of them are small people but sitting here like this, Jamie is something delicate, something fragile, something that Isaac must handle with care because he doesn’t think Jamie’s ever been handled with care before in his whole life. Still, there’s a ferocity to the wrap of his arm around Jamie. A promise that this time things will be different. A sob rends its way from Jamie’s chest, a torn-wide wound, and he buries his face deeper into Isaac’s chest even as he simultaneously tries to pull away. “M’sorry,” he says, like he’s fighting with himself to accept what he’s being given. “M’sorry, I—” “You’re all right,” says Isaac. Instinctively, the fingers of his free hand card through Jamie’s hair in a gentle ruffle. It’s a light pressure, and yet there’s a warmth that blooms in it that spills over the boundaries of their bodies. Jamie freezes against it, but not as though he’s afraid of it; as though he’s afraid of it being taken away. Isaac keeps doing it, to prove that it’s not going anywhere, and says again, for good measure, “You’re all right, lad. You’re all right.”

[junglemax]

willow knows the mist better than anyone else, so she decides to help adam copeland.

[drabble]

Adam opens the door and is surprised to see Willow standing in front of it, holding some cream and a wash rag. “Oh, uh, hey, Willow.”

“Hey- oh, jeez, they did a number on you,” Willow’s smile drops quickly into a wince. She shakes her head, “Sorry, that was a bit rude. I’m here to help!”

“Help? Willow, I think I’m okay-“

“No offense, Adam, but I got misted too. And as it looks to me, you got it way worse than me. Let me give you some tips and tricks, please? And I got stuff to at least get the black stuff out of your eyes.”

“I don’t know-“

“Please?” Willow uses her best puppy eyes and pout.

Adam sighs, and opens the door. “Alright, fine, come on in.”

“Thank you! You won’t regret this, promise!” She practically bounces in.

Adam closes the door and sits on one of the benches. “Is this magic cream or something? Will it solve all of my problems?”

“No, but you’ll look a lot better,” she hums. She puts some on the rag and starts wiping it off of his face. “See? It’s going away. You’ll look back to normal in no time.”

“I don’t think that’s the problem, Willow,” Adam sighs, closing his eyes so Willow can get around his eyes. “The problem is I don’t feel normal.”

“Yeah, the mist does that to you,” she sighs back. “It’s their way of trying to control you. If you slip too far, you won’t come back and they’ll take control. That’s what happened to Skye.”

Adam hums. “How’d you get out of it?”

“A mix of having a wonderful friend- Kris- behind me, and just fighting through it. And it’s gonna suck- you’re gonna wanna slip in and stay there. It’ll feel a lot better than everything else, at first. I almost did, but like I said, I fought through it. Having no mist in my system feels so much better, trust me.”

“Well, I appreciate the talk, but I think I was gonna fight through it no matter what.”

Willow huffs suddenly. “Well, who’s gonna be your backup?”

“Huh?”

“Who’s gonna be that one person who’s behind you and tries to help you no matter what?”

“I got friends everywhere.”

“Yeah, but are they prepared to focus on you and you alone?”

“Hey, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying,” Willow says, “that I could be that person.”

Adam laughs. “That’s real cute, Willow. But as I told you before, I’ve got this. I’ve dealt with the big, bad and ugly before. I went through Christian and his dino buddy.”

“Did the dinosaur have evil magic powers? I don’t think so. Adam, the House of Black are a whole different type of evil. You’re gonna want somebody in your corner, and I’m offering it to you.”

“Okay, how about I cut you a deal?” Adam says. “If I start feeling real yucky cause of this stuff, I’ll call you. Alright?”

Willow thinks about it for a second, and then nods. “Alright. I can handle that.” She holds her hand out.

Adam takes it and shakes. “Perfect. Thanks for cleaning me up; I was just gonna take a shower to get rid of it, but this is good, too.”

“That stuff stains if you don’t get it out immediately,” Willow says, standing up. “Besides, now you smell good.”

Adam chuckles. “Whatever you say.”

[svtgg]

Star Gazing

Jun and Chae go on an incredibly late night walk.

pairing: chae x jun

genre: hurt/comfort, just a smidge angst

word count: 1k, short and sweet

warnings: alludes to Yun grieving, a stress breakdown of sorts

...

On most stressful days, Chae was usually tired enough to pass out after laying in bed. But with Yun on hiatus (and rightfully so, she would never be upset with her about that), and the rest of the members stressed out, trying to fill in the missing pieces of their comeback, Chae had grown restless.

It was maybe around 2 in the morning when Chae shoved her covers off of her, grabbed her phone, some headphones, and a hoodie, before leaving her shared room with Jeonghan as quietly as possible. 

Chae sighed to herself, struggling to put on her converse. She reached over to the wall to try to balance herself but misjudged how far she would have to extend her arm and ended up tripping over her own feet, landing on the mat by their front door. She winced at the brief moment of pain but went back to the task at hand.

Seventeen had many nightowls, so it wasn’t uncommon for someone to pull an allnighter. Jun, however, was one of their best sleepers, and was the last person Chae expected to be silently watching her putting her converse on from the kitchen. 

“How long have you just been standing there?”

Jun shrugs.

“You’ve been watching me the entire time?” Chae exasperatedly asks. “What are you even up for? Go to bed.”

Jun wishes that he was in bed, but for whatever reason, Seungkwan and Dino were both still up, watching youtube videos together and laughing their asses off. He had gotten up to grab a glass of water and was sipping on it when Chae walked past the kitchen. He could tell she was annoyed by how fast she was trying to get out the door but was still trying to decide if he should interrupt her moment or leave the kitchen without her noticing. 

He sets down his glass and walks over to Chae, “Couldn’t sleep. Where are you going?”

Chae yawns and she rubs her hands against her face before responding, “On a walk, I guess? Just want to clear my head.”

Jun nods understandingly and grabs a random jacket that was thrown on a nearby chair, “Cool, I’ll come with.”

“Jun, you really don’t have to.”

“I know. But I like making sure you’re safe and could probably use the walk myself, so we go together.”

…

The first ten minutes of their walk is in complete silence. Chae opts to not put on her headphones, instead enjoying the quietness of being outside when no one else was. There is a slight breeze blowing through her hair, not strong enough to make her feel chilly but it was still refreshing. She can tell that Jun was enjoying himself too, occasionally kicking a rock that is on their path or slowing down when he catches himself walking a little faster than Chae. 

Neither of them knew where they were going, but enjoyed the simplicity in just walking. They eventually end up in a park and sit at a bench facing a playground. 

“I’m glad-” Jun jumps in his seat at the suddenness of Chae’s voice interrupting their silence and Chae laughs at him.

“I’m glad you came with me.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.” Jun looks over at Chae, she is sitting with her head leaned back so that she’s looking at the sky and her butt is at the edge of the bench. “I like looking at the stars with you.” The gentleness in her voice is endearing to Jun and he can’t help but copy her position and gaze at the stars as well.

Chae lifts her arm and points at what Jun can only assume is a star.

“That’s you.” She says before moving her finger over a little bit, “And that's Myungho. And Nix. And Edyth, and Seungkwan, and Wonwoo, and Dk, and Cheol, and Dino, and Yun, and Mingyu, and Woozi, and Hoshi, and Jeonghan, and Vernon, and Josh.”

Her hand drops, but Jun is quick to grab it and pointing it at a very specific star, “And that's you. You're our North Star, Chae. You tell us where to go when we get lost. You light the way.”

Chae pulls her hand away from Jun and sits up. Jun once again mirrors her, and realizes that Chae is now crying softly. She uses her hands to cover her face and doesn’t let Jun pull them away. Instead, he tosses an arm over her shoulder and pulls her until she’s leaning into him.

“What if,” Chae sniffles, “What if I don’t know where to go anymore? What if I don’t know how to help?”

Jun uses the hand that isn’t wrapped around Chae to smooth out her hair. “You don’t need to know how to help all of the time, Chae. Sometimes, just knowing that you are there with us, offering comfort, is enough. You are more than enough.”

Chae cries a little bit harder and Jun hugs her a little bit tighter.

“Don’t forget that you’re a star like the rest of us, okay? And we want to help you too.” Jun feels Chae nod her head against his shoulder. 

The two go back to enjoying each other's presence in silence. Until Jun notices that Chae is starting to fall asleep on top of him. He nudges her a little bit and Chae jerks awake.

“We should head back.” Jun says.

Chae nods in agreement. She lets Jun hold her hand and pull her away from the bench. He holds her hand the entire walk back to the dorms and even helps her untie her shoelaces when they make it back.

Before entering her room, Chae glances at Jun, who is watching her from his own door to his room. 

She leans in his direction and whispers, “Thanks, Jun.”

He leans toward her too, “No problem, Chae.”

The two smile at each other one last time before entering their rooms and going to sleep.

[eisa-core]

부석순 (SEVENTEEN) " 파이팅해야지 " M/V BEHIND THE SCENES.

the Performance Unit gathered to witness the MV making of 파이팅해야지 .

«Boo-Seok-Soon!» - They began to chorus as they entered their dressing rooms, seeing them with surprised faces as they had not expected the other members to arrive. Jun had already sent a coffee truck, and then they had said they were all busy so they could not visit them. But it was just a little lie to surprise them.

«Wow Performance Unit reunion» -Hoshi snapped in the air, pointing his members to the man working for the filming of Inside Seventeen, who hurried to film the group hug.

«What are you doing here? What an honor» - Seungkwan and Dokyeom also approached. «We've come to support the new rookies: Booseoksoon!» - Dino laughingly said «4th generation leaders» - Daisy added. «Wow Daisy sunbaenim, you are my idol» - Hoshi bowed carrying on this inside joke that depopulated from the release of this comeback.

«Hoshi-ssi!» - She replied to him doing the typical Horanghae pose «Oh no this is not how it works! That's Hoshi from Seventeen's pose» -Dokyeom said and Hoshi nodded «It's Soonranghae! I am Soon from Boo-Seok-Soon" - Hoshi made everyone laugh.

«Okay guys, so what do you think of this single?» - They had a few more minutes of break before the filming continued, so they sat down on a bench that was actually a prop. «I've been waiting for this Booseoksoon comeback for 5 years I can't wait for Carats to hear the whole album» - Daisy was the first to respond clapping softly as she spoke.

«Carats give so much love to 파이팅해야지!» - Minghao continued beside her. «To the whole album!» - Daisy emphasized again «What is your favorite song?» - Seungkwan asked «It's 파이팅해야지»Dino and Minghao replied in unison « Why?» - «It is the right charge to face each day!» - Minghao said smiling «And I like the choreography too» - Dino responded by doing the catchy choreography move, the chorus move. «Daisy sunbaenim, what about you?» - «Ohh I love 7pm! It's very comfortable, and Peder Elias has a wonderful voice!» - She answered as she really listens to the song every night at 7pm, for this reason she wanted the comeback day to come quickly so she could talk about it with Carats both on weverse and live.

«Jun...?» - Junhui was playing with the sleeves of his jacket. «Me? Ahh, since it hasn't been said yet, I say Lunch! I like it a lot» - «Thank you Junhui sunbaenim, do you want to say one last word to Carats?» - Seungkwan was to his right and was stroking his blond hair that had grown a lot. «Oh right, as I also wrote in the snacks truck: BooSeokSoon, this is your first comeback? If there's anything you don't know, ask SVT sunbaenim, and Carats followed this group is very talented!"

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[feralfrey]

so my first wish would be the ability to touch anything in the world without needing gloves, like everything that would normally need gloves to handle i can just touch it no problem. i could build as many snowmen as i wanted and my hands would never freeze, or when my dino nuggets are done in the oven i could just take them out with my barehands without getting burned, i could do any wet lab bench work and the chemicals wouldn’t leach into my skin and give me cancer, i could play baseball and just catch the ball no mitt necessary, my hands would never get germy or dirty when handling biohazards that’s my first wish

[misterjauthor]

FULL-SERVICE MEN: BARBER

“HAVE a seat, bro.” The black man, built like a football player, gestured toward the cushioned bench against the wall. “I’m almost done with his haircut.”

Who’s this guy? Where’s Tony?

I closed the heavy glass door, which rang the bell above it, and went to take a seat.

The buzz-cut man resumed his work on a middle-aged white guy sitting in the shop’s only barber’s chair.

A small pole with red, white, and blue stripes spun on the upper left corner of the mirror.

Maybe Tony was sick and asked this guy to take care of his customers today.

At least the guy was hot. A welcomed change from seeing Tony’s fat ass whenever I come here.

The barber’s tight black wifebeater showed off his tattooed arms from shoulder to wrist. A thin gold necklace hung around his neck, contrasting his dark brown skin.

And, damn! The bulge in the front of his gray sweatpants was impressive.

While waiting my turn, I couldn’t help but stare at his crotch.

“Next.” the muscle-bound barber said.

I snapped out of my trance and got off the bench. “Oh, that’s me.”

“Have a seat. I’ll be right with you.” He shook the hair off the cape before going to the counter to process the other guy’s payment.

After sitting on the bulky barber’s chair, I looked at myself in the mirror and combed my fingers through my slick back hair.

At thirty-five, some gray has mixed with black. It stressed me out. But my wife loved it, especially the ones in my beard.

The bell on the door rang after the customer left.

“So, what can I do for you today?” The barber covered me with the black cape.

“A haircut and beard grooming. Look at this.” I opened my phone and showed him a picture. “That’s how Tony usually cuts my hair.”

“Are you a regular?” He started working on my hair.

“Yeah.” I sat still and looked at him in the mirror. “Where’s the fat bastard, anyway? Are you filling in for the day?”

“The shop’s mine now. He sold it to me.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I haven’t been around for a while. That’s why I needed a haircut.”

“He wasn’t able to tell anyone because he needed to move to Seattle to take care of his sick father.” The barber offered his hand. “I’m Omar.”

I brought my hand out from under the cape and shook it. “Miguel.”

Omar resumed cutting my hair. “Is this just a regular haircut, or are you getting ready for a special occasion?”

“My wife and I are having dinner at Chef Dino’s. It’s our thirteenth wedding anniversary.”

“Fancy. Happy Anniversary, Bro. I hope my fiancee and I will last as long or longer.”

“Thanks, man. Have you two set a date?”

“Nothing definite yet. But we’re thinking most likely after the baby comes. She’s seven months pregnant.”

My phone vibrated inside my pocket.

I brought it out to see if it was my wife with last-minute instructions before I went home to get ready.

It was from Jason.

The preview of the message showed an eggplant and peach emoji.

My heart thumped inside my chest.

Before the straight barber saw, I put the phone back under the cape.

After our first encounter at the house, I had sex with the plumber multiple times. I would usually go to his place or sometimes to his office on the pretense of delivering plumbing supplies from my hardware store. His employees had no idea their boss fucked me from behind while bent over the desk.

The phone on the counter rang.

“Bro, I’ll be right back.”

“Go ahead, man.”

Omar walked away.

While he talked on the phone, I replied to Jason’s message: ‘I can’t. Dinner plans with my wife.’

‘Don’t you rather want to eat this?’

A picture of the dick I’ve been sucking for the past few weeks showed on the thread.

Shit!

My dick came alive inside my boxers.

I turned the phone over and looked toward Omar.

He lifted a finger and mouthed, “One sec.”

After giving him a thumbs up, I typed a reply: ‘I can’t. Anniversary.’

“Sorry about that, Bro.” Omar stood on my right, holding a beard clipper. “I don’t have a receptionist yet.”

I shoved my phone back into my pocket. “It’s okay, man. I know what it’s like when you’re understaffed.”

My phone vibrated again.

But I ignored it.

“You have your own business?”

“I own Chavez and Son.”

“That big hardware store near here?” He whistled.

While running the device through my beard, something soft and meaty pressed against my elbow.

My whole body tensed at the unexpected contact.

Blood rushed to my dick, tightening my pants.

Oh, my fucking god. Was that Omar’s dick?

The bulge in his sweatpants lifted off.

I relaxed and discreetly adjusted myself under the cape.

“Did you see the basketball game last night, Bro?” He asked.

Pretending nothing happened, I said, “It’s fucking crazy, man. I lost a bet with one of my buddies.”

Omar went to my left while talking about the awesome plays last night.

I grunted and nodded to whatever he said, distracted by the phantom pressure of his dick on my elbow.

Stop overthinking it. He didn’t do it on purpose. It was just an accident. “Are you okay?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him holding the beard trimmer. “Yeah, sorry. I just remembered something.”

“Don’t worry, Bro. All I need to do is shave the edges, then you can go home and get ready for your dinner with the missus.” He reclined the chair, making it almost horizontal, and went to the mirror.

I held onto the armrest in silence.

Omar returned with a small can of shaving cream and stood next to the chair, squeezing some on his fat fingers.

His massive bulge was inches from my face. An outline of his dick showed on the sweatpants.

Heat spread throughout my entire body, making my arousal more intense.

Good thing the cape hid my crotch, or he would have seen the teepee under it.

As he leaned over, his dick pressed on my arm and stayed there while applying the cream to my cheeks and neck.

My heart pumped faster, sending more blood into my raging dick.

I wanted to grab the straight barber’s meat and massage it. But instead, pushed my arms into his dick without making it too obvious.

Jolts of electricity traveled all over my body as more of the black man’s fat sausage touched my skin.

Closing my eyes, I gripped the chair tight and savored the feel of it, wishing it stayed on me longer.

Omar stepped away, taking his dick with him.

No! Don’t go.

I sagged on the chair and squeezed my hard-on under the cape while he couldn’t see.

He picked up a straight razor from the mirror, leaned over me, and started shaving the edges of my beard.

While trying to stay completely still, I avoided looking at his stubbled face.

The beefy black man moved closer to shave the other side of my neck, pressing his bulge against the back of my hand.

I gasped, and my whole body stiffened.

Oh, god.

“Are you okay?” He made eye contact before checking my neck. “It doesn’t look like I nicked you.”

“No, I’m okay. I was just surprised. That’s all.”

His dick stayed pressing on me as Omar resumed.

Sledgehammers pounded inside my chest.

My dick twitched, and precum leaked out, soaking my boxers.

Was he doing it on purpose? Does he want me to…? If I’m wrong, I’ll have to find a new barber when I leave the hospital.

Oh, fuck it! I’m doing it.

Slowly, I rubbed the back of my fingers against the meaty bulge.

Omar kept working, unfazed by my actions.

I continued but with more pressure.

“Miguel, if you tease the snake, it might get angry.”

Without moving my hand off his dick, I looked up at him.

My heart pumped a million times a minute.

“Can you handle the snake when it’s angry?”

“Y-yes.”

A smirk showed on his face. “Just let me finish this.”

I nodded.

Omar wiped off the excess foam with a towel when he finished.

My erection pushed against my pants like it would burst out like an alien from a movie.

He returned the chair to its upright position and removed the cape from me.

“What if customers come in?” I asked.

“Easy.” Omar went to lock the door.

While waiting in silence, I vibrated with excitement.

After pulling the blinds down, the muscular black man stood next to the chair.

I grabbed and massaged the sizeable bulge through the sweatpants.

He cocked his chin at the massive tent on my crotch. “Looks like someone wanted to make my snake angry this whole time.”

“You’re the one who’s been pressing his dick into me.”

“It’s because I knew you were a fag the moment you came in. And you’ve been staring at my crotch while waiting for your turn.”

“How did you…?

“The shop is full of mirrors. You think I wouldn’t notice the fag who keeps looking at my dick?”

Fuck! Am I that obvious when checking guys out? I need to be more careful.

“It’s a good thing you came in. With my fiancee pregnant, I need someone who can take care of my dick. You want to do it for me?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

“What are you waiting for?” Omar put both hands on his hips, showing off the muscular tattooed arms.

I shoved my hand inside his sweatpants and stroked him through his underwear.

“Look at you,” the straight barber scoffed. “Pretending to be straight by getting ready to celebrate your wedding anniversary with your wife. But right now, your hand is inside another man’s pants, holding his cock.”

“It’s a big cock, man. It’s not even hard yet.”

“You like big cocks?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“How about big black cocks?”

“Even better.” I inserted my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down until they dropped to his ankle.

The shape of a meaty dick pointing down pushed the front of his white briefs.

I resumed stroking him through the cotton.

“Go ahead, fag. Show me how much you want it.”

I pulled the elastic and hooked it under his low-hanging balls.

A full bush of pubes surrounded the black, cut dick.

Using underhand, I wrapped my fingers around the fat shaft and jacked him off.

Omar pushed his briefs halfway down his thighs. “Yeah, that’s it. Make my dick hard.”

I leaned over the side of the chair, took his dick into my mouth, and started bobbing.

He gasped and gripped the hair behind my head.

While holding onto his thighs, I sucked the barber’s dick harder.

His dick grew between my lips.

“Motherfucker! Your mouth feels so good.” He pulled his wifebeater up and hooked it on his neck, revealing more tattoos on his ripped torso.

I produced more spit to make the blowjob wetter and smoother.

“You’re fucking talented. Better than my fiancee or any bitch I’ve been with. Have you sucked a lot of cocks before?”

“Let’s just say this is not the first cock I’ve sucked.” I resumed sucking while sliding a hand up and down his abs, feeling the contours of the solid muscles in my palm.

Omar’s hard dick filled my mouth.

“Where were you the past couple of months? I could’ve used this amazing mouth when I needed it.”

I held onto the base and stroked the spit-slicked shaft. “If I knew you would let me, I would have visited sooner, man.”

He put his dick back in my mouth. “Don’t worry. You can make up for it by coming here whenever I tell you. Do you want that?”

“Mm-hm,” I mumbled with his dick in my mouth.

“Whenever I don’t have a customer, come over and service me. I may even make you when I have customers so you can service them, too.”

Fuck!

I moaned at the thought of being passed around by different strangers.

Omar chuckled, “Someone likes the idea. Let’s see if I can make that happen.”

As I continued sucking, I jacked the bottom half for added stimulation.

“Fuck, I miss getting good blowjobs like this.”

I took him out of my mouth and slid my lips on the side of the shaft, from base to head.

“Get back on that dick.” He gripped my hair and made me suck him again. “Take it all.”

Adjusting my mouth, I tried to take more.

With his hand behind my head, he pulled me into his crotch, burying his meat deeper.

The head hit the back of my throat, activating my gag reflex.

But instead of pulling away, I took more until it went down my esophagus.

A hand touched my neck. “Damn! I can feel my dick stretching your throat.”

While the big black cock plugged my airway, I looked up at him.

“Such a talented cocksucker.” Omar petted my head. “From now on, I’ll feed you my dick every chance.”

I pulled away to catch my breath and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He pushed his briefs down to the ankles, stepped out of his sweatpants and shoes, and stood in front of the chair. His big black cock pointed up at an angle like a flag pole on the side of a building.

I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it.

Precum collected at the tip.

“Look at what you did to my cock, you fag. It’s leaking.” Omar swiped the clear liquid with a finger and shoved it between my lips.

I sucked the sticky man-juice off his fat finger.

He pulled it out and pointed to his meat. “Clean that up.”

Leaning forward, I sucked his leaking dick into my mouth.

More of the salty nectar burst inside my mouth.

“Fuck!” Omar leaned against the mirror’s counter.

I held the dick at the base and swirled my tongue around the head.

He gripped the counter tighter.

As my tongue ran the sides of the shaft, I slid my hand up his muscular torso until it reached his nipples.

“Yes, play with them.”

After taking the dick back in my mouth, I rubbed the erect nubs between my fingers.

Omar thrust his hips, burying his dick in my throat with each bob. “This mouth is the best. I wonder if the other end feels good, too. Do you get fucked?”

“Mm-hm.”

He pulled out. A long rope of spit stretched from his dick to my mouth. “Take your clothes off. I’m gonna fuck that pussy.”

I got off the chair and removed my clothes.

Omar turned me around, facing the mirror, and bent me at the waist.

I grabbed the counter and looked at him in the mirror. “Do you have lube?”

“We can use this.” He grabbed the bottle of beard oil in front of me.

“That would be better than nothing.”

After putting some on his fat finger, he pressed it against my hole and pushed in, stretching me open.

I shut my eyes at the intrusion.

The digit started slowly moving in and out. “I’ve never fucked a man’s pussy before. Can you take my big black cock, fag?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Just loosen me up first.”

Another finger went in.

“I bet I’m not the first black man you’ve had.”

“No.”

“You’re such a fucking slut for cock.”

Once he had three fingers fucking me, he pulled out and put some beard oil on his dick.

I looked at him behind my shoulder. “Please, put that big black cock inside me, man.”

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna stuff your pussy good.” Omar slapped my ass cheek and pushed the head through my hole.

“Fuck! That’s a big cock.” I gripped the counter.

His dick stretched my anal ring with each inch.

“You’re so fucking tight!”

“Tighter than your fiancee’s?” I asked.

“Tighter than any bitch I fucked.” He put one hand on my hip and pushed his length further in.

“Loosen it up with that big black cock. Wreck it until I walk funny while taking my wife to dinner later.”

Omar growled and started fucking slowly.

I wrapped my fingers around my dick and stroked myself to match his pace. “Yes, keep going. Fuck my pussy, man.”

“Look at you.” He grabbed onto my shoulder and fucked into me faster. “Trying to fool people you’re straight and macho, but what you really are is a faggot who wants real men to use your pussy. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. I want to hear you say what you really are.”

“I’m a faggot who wants real men to use my pussy.”

Omar fucked me harder and faster until his dick bottomed out inside me. He would pull until only the head remained and slam the whole thing into me in one go.

I braced myself on the counter.

The slapping of flesh, mixed with my whimpers and his grunts, filled the barbershop.

He pulled out. “Get up on the chair and stick that ass out.”

I climbed up and knelt, facing the backrest, arching my back to present my gaping hole to the straight barber.

“You have the best pussy ever.” Omar stabbed his big black cock back inside me and started fucking again. “I can’t believe I’ve never had it before.”

“It’s yours now, man. Fuck it anytime you want. You can use me as your cumdump even after your fiancee gives birth.”

The chair shook with each thrust.

I grabbed on to keep myself from falling over.

At this angle, his dick rubbed against my prostate.

“Oh, shit! Keep fucking me right there.”

Omar bent forward, pressing his chest against my back, and grabbed my shoulder while pounding me from behind.

“Please, you’re getting me close.”

“Did you let Tony fuck your pussy like this, too? Admit it. The fat bastard has been fucking your ass for a long time.”

“No, he never fucked me.”

“I bet you wished he did,” he whispered in my ear.

“Oh, god, yes. I fantasized about him pinning me down with his massive body, helpless while getting fucked. Shit, I’m cumming!”

My dick exploded, shooting cum on the leather backrest and the seat until nothing more came out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot, too.” He shoved every inch of his black cock inside me.

“Breed me, man. Make me go to my anniversary dinner with your load inside me. Mark me as yours.”

“Ah! Here it comes.” Omar let go, injecting his creamy load inside me with each slam of his hips. “Take it all.”

After draining his balls into me, he stopped thrusting but kept it inside me.

“That was fucking intense,” he said.

Our sweaty bodies pressed together while we caught our breaths.

Once we recovered, Omar pulled out and gave me the towel he used to wipe the shaving cream off my face.

I cleaned my jizz off the chair with it.

After putting our clothes back on, I paid him and walked toward the door. I need to go home and get ready for my anniversary dinner.

“Hey, Miguel.”

I looked behind me after grabbing the handle.

“If you need my services again, you know where to find me.” Omar grabbed his crotch and winked.

Miguel’s encounters will continue…

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Hi! Welcome to my account! I'm Dino, also known as the (self-proclaimed) CEO of XVials (Ink/XGaster)! I'm multiship but I don't talk about the other ones as much since XVials kind of runs my life.

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PLEASE let me scream into the void about xvials. i won't bite, i promise. literally shoot me a message, tell me the most obscure thoughts you have on them, even ask questions about what i think on them!! i want it all. i need people to hear the xvials propaganda. these two goobers are so in love it HURTS that they aren't talked much more about, and i can give you a list of everything that has happened, and every concious decision jakei has made to develop their friendship. on top of that: i reocgnize their aroace identities and respect it VERY much. they are my lil guys. 🫶

i have a difficult time regulating my emotions and can come off as really rash and sensitive. it's not personal, i've just had a stressful(re: trauma-filled) life and my diagnoised ADHD and undiagnoised autism really go hand in hand. im also very bad at telling where a line may be crossed.

im kind of really dumb and big paragraphs, sentences, and words can short circuit my brain. english was something i used to be kind of good at but now i dont know whats going on with it. despite being a fanfic writer. so i may ask you to elaborate or word differently.

i AM 19yo and sometimes my work can become less than sfw. actual nsfw content is posted elsewhere.

im trans masc and bi/aroace(general term) and have a loving bf who i just adore! i go by he/it pronouns. <3

i used to powerlift competitively in highschool, my maxes are as follow; bench 140lb, squat 215lb, deadlift 240lb. i unfortunately couldnt get the last deadlift since its really strict about how you do things, but i could pick up the weight which meant more to me than some score. :]

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Okay peace! Drink water, eat a snack, sleep well!

[strvwbcrrysimsies]

I based them off a strawberry. Meet Berri Ichigo (they/them). They are a young adult and have a pet raccoon. Pink and green is their main color.

(I suck at names be nice - I wanted to go for something strawberry related).

Body:

eyebrows/skin/eyes/eye lashes/blush: @miikocc​

androgynous body type: @saruin

freckles: @nolan-sims​

ghibli tattoo: @simsink​

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hair: @aharris00britney​

Clothes:

everyday earring/necklace: @enriques4​

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sports shirt: @imvikai​

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party necklace: @blogsimplesimmer​

party top/pants: @simmingwithboba​

swimsuit: @simmingwithboba​

hot necklace: @maushasims​

House:

Gallery ID: hapomy9

OUTSIDE: @kerriganhouse​ (bench) | @nolan-sims (planter) | @sims41ife (trees) | @sims4luxury (rug)

KITCHEN: @sims41ife (wall/cups/plates)| @syboubou (counter/cabinets/sink/stools) @mechtasims (plates/lights) | @arwenkaboom (island/rae dunn/pot) | @aira-cc (pot/plates/cups) | @hydrangeachainsaw (pot/teapot) | @channel4sims-cc (pot) | @peacemaker-ic (laptop)

LIVING ROOM: @kardofe (petbed) | @sims41ife (wall) | @arwenkaboom (light) | @simsi45 (light)

BEDROOM: @sims41ife (light/walls/stickers/bags) | @mechtasims (bed/alarm clock/lamp/dino/crystal bowl/boob hook/wall surge/tapestry) | @hydrangeachainsaw (neon signs/mirror/rugs/cellphone holder/blob posters/tassel heart/school bag/garland/wall doodles) @aizawasbby (uravity plush) | @simbishy (planner) | @aira-cc (note holder/daisy vase) | @redheadsims-cc (switch) | @arwenkaboom (plant) | @benobun​ (bl posters)

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I had so much fun doing this, this is the first time I ever took the time to keep in mind who I was using. I had to write down each time I added something so I wouldn’t forget. I am so thankful for CC creators and even more thankful for those who put their logo on the view image lol.

[boraxquinn]

Bora got out of her car and walked by herself until she reached his spot. She knows it's the normal thing to wear black when you are in mourning. But she doesn't own a lot of black dresses and the ones she has are cocktail dresses. So she decided on white since in France, it's also seen as a color of a mourning period. She sat down at a bench with her roses.

"Hello dino puppy. I know it's been a little bit since I came to see you. I hope you won't be so cross with me. Or tease me too much. I have so much I want to tell you. So much has happened within a year." She looks down at her ring. "I'm getting married again next year. I know, crazy right? I think you would approve though. This time it feels different. I know I say that every time but it does truly feel different now. I feel safe, loved, respected. I'll finally have that dream family and be a mother like I always talked to you about. I can't wait for you to see my wedding dresses. One just has to wait until the summer. And speaking of the summer, I'll be performing again in January. Be one of the summer queens again even though we will be performing in the winter. I finally feel like myself again. Sistar's Bora has been brought back to life."

She pauses and smiles softly to herself. Putting the roses down next to him. "I hope I made you proud. I miss our sleepovers. And all our gossip. I bet you are getting the best gossip now that you are watching everyone." She stands up, placing a kiss on her hand and then gently placing it on his spot. "Well I'm off. Busy with preparing comeback and all that stuff. Love you lots bestie."

[shitpostingkats]

I don’t know if anyone’s mentioned this before but I think it just makes sense for Judai to be naturally nocturnal. Like boy is legit the embodiment of the gentle *darkness* and canonically sleeps a lot during class. I genuinely think the only reason this boi can function during the day is due to years spent having to adapt to how society works around him. I can just imagine once he leaves duel academy he naturally reverts back to this system now that he doesn’t have such a need to conform. I can just see one of the gang walking downstairs in the middle of the night, finding these golden eyes staring at them from the darkness and just thinking “oh, Judai needed a place to recuperate after one of his Judai adventures” without fucking questioning it.

Oh, absolutely.

Again, Jaden to me is such a fascinating intersection between neurodiversity and genuinely non-human. Because when I first started watching GX, I immediately clocked this over-sleeping, daytime-catnap boi as a comrade in adhd; many of us naturally have circadian rhythms that are not in line with the rest of diurnal society. I for one can remember plenty of high school classes I slept through and, just like Jaden, managed to squeak out a passing grade through a combo of natural smarts and last minute panic.

So the idea that he's not only naturally like that not only due to his amazing cocktail of mental oddness, but also it's a deep part of the magic part of him, is so wonderful and comes with so many intricacies. It just feels. So nice, to see a character as chaotic and messy and against the grain as he is, traits nd viewers can relate to, while still making them deeply consequential to his life and his protagonistdom.

I headcanon that sleep is something he doesn't really need, especially after his fusion with Yubel, but he got into the habit as a kid (Again, projecting, but he was that kid that absolutely didn't want to go to bed and didn't understand all this "just lie down, you'll fall asleep :)" talk) So post-highschool, eventually when he's doing whatever he's doing in europe in bbt, he tends to travel at night and then explore and chat with people during the day, and catches small naps when he feels like it: On nice benches, log bus rides, that sort of thing.

And yes yes DOUBLE yes to his eyes reflecting in the dark like a cats. Glad to know we're all thinking it because it is 100% correct. He has freaked out many a person driving down the highway at night. Hassleberry probably has a similar thing, but only when his eyes are dino-ey. Jaden has it full time after his fusion with Yubel, and this not only makes it very easy to know when he's riffling through your kitchen at 3am, but also is one of the reasons the yearbook staff had such a hard time getting a nice picture of him. In every single photo he's just

[banannabethchase]

he is a bad boy with a tainted heart, nick and luchasaurus 😊

SARAH. SARAHHHHHHHHHHH. YOU GIVE ME A - TO A BRITNEY SPEARS -I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE MONSTER FUCKER SERIES FUDGHIUIDUIGB

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Dino Fuckers Not-So-Anonymous

Here's this thing. Help.

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Nick leans against the wall, trying to make it look casual.

"What the hell are you doing?" Matt asks, looking him up and down.

"Nothing," Nick says. He wiggles a little, the tight pants making this far less comfortable than he'd like. "I'm not doing anything."

Matt raises an eyebrow and stares him down. Nick feels like blinking will end his life. "Oh, good lord."

"It's nothing!"

"It's Luchasaurus again," Matt says, groaning. "You keep waiting like this, outside his locker room. It's embarrassing."

"It's not -"

"Just - ask him out, you weirdo. Just say, 'hey, I'm into the dino thing, let's make out.'"

"I can't just ask something like that!" Nick hisses. "And keep your voice down."

Matt's face breaks into a grin. And Nick immediately knows his life is about to implode.

"Lucha!" Matt yells down the hallway. "Lucha, you're in here, right?" Nick chases after Matt as he bangs open doors, making his way through locker rooms and poorly hung curtains until he rips open one to see Luchasaurus in -

Oh god. He's in nothing but a towel and his mask. Sitting on a bench, thighs out for all to see, Luchasaurus looks up at Matt and Nick with an air of amusement. "Hey, man. What's up?"

Nick is transfixed by the tattoos, by the muscles, by the mask. It's the only explanation for why he didn't choke Matt out right then and there.

"Nick thinks you're hot."

Nick panics, almost dies, he thinks, then winds up and hits Matt as hard as he can in the arm.

"Ow!"

"Shut up!"

"Um," Luchasaurus says. "Are you good?"

"Oh," Matt says, shoving past Nick to get to the door. That stupid jacket's too slippery to get a good hold of him. "I've probably lost all feeling in my left side, but Nick's great. Bye!"

Nick's left alone with a burning face and the man he's been not so secretly lusting after for the past few weeks.

"So," Luchasaurus says, and his grin is so knowing it makes Nick squirm, "did this start before or after I nearly killed Jack?"

"After," Nick mumbles. He feels too hot.

"You like a bad dinosaur," Luchasaurus says. "Interesting." He licks his lips, and Nick is suddenly wondering if that green dye transfers easily.

And then he thinks about where that green dye could transfer.

Luchasaurus reaches out and yanks Nick into his space, two massive hands on the back of Nick's thighs, and Nick automatically shifts to straddle his hips. "You want me to keep the mask on?"

"Fuck yeah," Nick gasps.

The dye transfers.