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josephslittledeputy · 1 year

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Revamped this cute aesthetic game to hopefully be more inclusive :) Feel free to add things if you want!

Tagging: @inafieldofdaisies @purplehairsecretlair @g0dspeeed @florbelles @marivenah @detectivelokis @clicheantagonist @socially-awkward-skeleton @nonfunctioning-queer @a-far-cry-from-my-main

Rules: Bold what always applies. Italicize what sometimes applies.

Putting a read more cause this post got a little too long

OC Aesthetics

BODY

Short legs. Average legs. Long legs. Small thighs. Average thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Chubby Stomach. Soft stomach. 4 pack. 6 pack. 8 pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Curvy frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Straight frame. Short nails. Long nails. Sharp nails. Manicured nails. Painted nail(s). Chipped nails. Dirty nails. Chewed nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat chest. Chest Surgery. Breast implants. Flat butt. Toned butt. Bubble butt. Muscular butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Small feet. Average feet. Big feet. Soft feet. Calloused feet. Small hands. Average hands. Big hands. Soft hands. Calloused hands. Short fingers. Average fingers. Long fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders. Prosthesis. Horns. Claws. Sharp teeth. Wings.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Porcelain. Ivory. Warm ivory. Beige. Warm beige. Sienna. Honey. Almond. Amber. Umber. Golden. Espresso. Chocolate. Orange. Red. Yellow. Blue. Green. Purple. Pink. Tanned. Blotchy. Rosy. Smooth. Dry. Greasy. Acne. Acne scars. Face scars. Body scars. Freckles. Birthmark(s). Stretch marks. Vitiligo.

EYES

Blue. Green. Grey. Brown. Hazel. Amber. Black. Violet. Pink. Purple. Red. Orange. Gold. Yellow. White. Silver. Small. Average. Large. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Hooded. Narrow. Monolid. Double eyelids. Protruding. Downturned. Upturned. Almond. Round. Complete heterochromia. Central heterochromia. Sectoral heterochromia. Dark circles. Eye patch. Ocular prosthesis. One eye. Multiple eyes.

LIPS

Full. Thin. Thin/Thick upper. Thin/thick lower. Wide. Small. Round. Cupids bow. Chapped. Moisturized. Scarred. Chewed on. Picked at. Cleft lip.

NOSE

Bulbous. Upturned. Almond-shaped. Aquiline. Button. Straight. Hawk. Nubian. Broad. Crooked. Broken. Scarred.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Coarse. Straight. Wavy (2A/2B/2C). Curly (3A/3B/3C). Coily (4A/4B/4C). Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Smooth. Frizzy. Wild. Styled. Bald. Shaved. Pixie-cut. Ear length. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Dyed. Two-toned. Ombré. Balayage. Money piece. Highlights. Tips dyed. Weave. Wigs. Hair extensions. No bangs. Curtain bangs. Layered bangs. Side swept bangs. Curly bangs. Wavy bangs. Blunt bangs. Wispy bangs. Birkin bangs. Micro bangs. Bottleneck bangs. Braided bangs. Piecey bangs. Buzz cut. Under cut. Down and loose. Mohawk. Short faux hawk. Long faux hawk. Deathhawk. Caesar cut. Hime cut. Pompadour. Ponytail. High ponytail. Pigtails. Half up half down pigtails. French braid. Fishtail. Dutch braid. Low bun. High bun. Half-bun. Braided bun. Waterfall braid. Space Buns. Mullet. Rattail. Slicked back. Low fade. Middle fade. High fade. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Bantu knots. Afro. Faux locs. Twists. Waves. White. Grey. Silver. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Light brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Dark brown. Brown black. Jet black. Blue black. Black amethyst. Ginger. Auburn. Strawberry blonde. Cherry red. Burgundy. Blue. Pastel blue. Navy blue. Teal. Purple. Pastel purple. Violet. Magenta. Pink. Pastel Pink. Hot pink. Coral. Emerald green. Seafoam green. Light Green. Neon green. Yellow. Orange. Pastel orange. Neon orange. No eyebrows. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Short eyebrows. Low arch eyebrows. Medium arch eyebrows. High arch eyebrows. S-shaped brows. Straight eyebrows. Round eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows. Natural eyebrows. Painted eyebrows. Tattooed eyebrows. Bleached eyebrows. Dyed eyebrows.

TATTOOS/ PIERCINGS

No tattoos. Full sleeve(s). Full body suit. Behind the ear tattoo. Eyelid tattoo(s). Inside lip tattoo. Face tattoo(s). Neck tattoo(s). Chest tattoo(s). Chest piece. Collarbone tattoo(s). Stomach tattoo(s). Inner bicep tattoo(s) Outer bicep tattoo(s). Forearm tattoo(s). Thigh tattoo(s). Calf tattoo(s) Back tattoo(s). Half back piece. Full back piece. Shoulder blade tattoo(s). Lower back tattoo. Ankle tattoo(s). Foot tattoo(s). Wrist tattoo(s). Hand tattoo(s). Knuckle tattoo(s). Finger tattoo(s). Inner finger tattoo(s). Palm tattoo(s). No piercings. Nose piercing(s). Septum piercing. Bridge piercing. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Naval piercing. Inverse naval piercing. Earlobe piercing(s). Stretched ears. Industrial piercing(s). Tragus piercing(s). Helix piercing(s). Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Smiley piercing. Monroe piercing. Madonna piercing. Medusa piercing. Angel bites. Cyber bites. Spider bites. Snake bites. Vampire bites. Canine bites. Labret. Philtrum piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Dermal(s).

COSMETICS

No makeup. Wears makeup rarely. Wears makeup occasionally. Wears makeup daily. Light makeup. Heavy makeup. Dewy foundation. Matte foundation. Concealer. Powder. Highlighter. Bronzer. Light contouring. Medium contouring. Heavy contouring. BB cream/Tinted moisturizer. Blush. Sunscreen. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Regular eyeliner. Colored eyeliner. Natural eyeliner. Winged eyeliner. Cat-eyes. Regular mascara. Colored mascara. Natural eyelashes. Fake eyelashes. Regular lipstick. Matte lipstick. Glossy lipstick. Lip gloss. Lip tint. Lip balm. Neutral lips. Bold lips. Light lips. Dark lips. Colorful lips. Lip liner. Light eyeshadow. Dark eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Colorful eyeshadow. Smokey eyes. Cut crease. Halo. Gradient. Face paint.

SCENT

Floral. Woody. Musty. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Citrus. Gouramond. Sweet. Spicy. Aquatic. Green. Fresh. Perfume. Aftershave. Cologne. Lotion. Hair products. Cigarettes. Marijuana. Whiskey. Wine. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Smoke. Blood. Metal. Rain. Cotton. Cocoa. Sunscreen. Chemical. Mint. Grease. Gas. Vanilla. Coconut.

CLOTHES

No bra. Corset. Normal bra. Pushup bra. Sports Bra. Bralette. Strapless. Adhesive. Nipple covers. Binder. No underwear. Briefs. Boxers. Boxer-Briefs. G-string. C-String. Thong. Hipster panties. Bikinis. Boy shorts. Cheeky. High rise panties. Lingerie. Robes. Tights. Nylons. Fishnets. Knee high stockings. Thigh high stockings. Garter belt. No socks. Ankle socks. Fuzzy socks. No show socks. Crew socks. Mid-calf socks. Knee-high socks. Thigh-high socks. Split toe socks. Compression socks. Micro-mini skirt. Mini skirt. Pencil skirt. Midi skirt. Maxi skirt. Pleated skirt. Skort. High slit skirt. High slit dress. Cocktail dress. Bandage dress. Bodycon dress. Ballroom dress. Sundress. Off the shoulder dress. Mini dress. Midi dress. Maxi dress. T-shirt dress. Sweater dress. A-line dress. Dress shirt. Button up shirt. Blouse. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Tank top. Halter top. Muscle tee. Graphic tee. T-shirt. Crewneck. V-neck. Turtleneck. Crop Top. Tube top. Hawaiian shirt. Fabric shorts. Denim shorts. Hotpants. Running shorts. Basketball shorts. Board shorts. Bermuda shorts. Cargo shorts. Yoga pants. Leggings. Sweatpants. Harem pants. Palazzo pants. Joggers. Capris. Cargo pants. Slacks. Bell bottoms. Khakis. Jeggings. Ripped jeans. Skinny jeans. Boot-cut jeans. High rise jeans. Straight-cut jeans. Leather pants. Romper. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Sweater. Sweater vest. Hoodie. Waistcoat. Vest. Cardigan. Shawl. Flannel. Flannel tied around waist. Suit jacket. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Varsity jacket. Bomber jacket. Windbreaker. Blazer. Shirt jacket. Pea coat. Shearling jacket. Trench coat. Overcoat. Bandana. Headband. Headscarf. Durag. Shayla. Hijab. Oversized clothing. Tight clothing. High fashion. Street. Vintage. Sporty. Preppy. Casual. Minimalist. Androgynous. Alternative. Romantic. Sleek chic. Cottagecore. Cyberpunk. Artsy. Light academia. Dark academia. Polka dots. Stripes. Plaid. Gingham. Patterns. Chevron. Florals. Glitter. Sequins. Chiffon. Cotton. Linen. Denim. Silk. Lace. Leather. Satin. Velvet. Wool. Light colors. Dark colors. Neutral colors. Neon colors. Pastels.

SHOES

Bare feet. Dress sneakers. Skate sneakers. Low top sneakers. High top sneakers. Sporty sneakers. Chunky sneakers. Slip-ons. Ballet flats. Mary jane flats. Penny loafers. Boat shoes. Slippers. Sporty sandals. Thong sandals. T-Strap sandals. Mule sandals. Wedges. Kitten heels. Block heels. Cone heels. French heels. Fantasy heels. Flatform heels. Sling back heels. D’orsay Heels. Ankle strap heels. Peep toe heels. Mule heels. Oxford heels. Heelless heels. Knee high heels. Thigh high heels. Stilettos. Pumps. Exotic heels. Combat boots. Ankle boots. Mid calf boots. Knee-high boots. Thigh high boots. Fur boots. Cowboy boots. Chelsea boots. Cap toe boots. Balmoral boots. Riding boots. Rain boots. Bike boots. Platforms. Waders. Loafers. Oxfords. Moccasins. Clogs. Crocs. Barefoot shoes. Roller skates. Ice skates. Snowshoes. Footwraps.

ACCESSORIES/MISC.

Upper arm cuff(s). Bracelet(s). Midi ring(s). Ring(s). Anklet(s). Toe ring(s). Brooch. Necktie. Bow tie. Ascot tie. Bolo tie. Necklace(s). Choker. Scarf. Cape. Mask. Sunglasses. Glasses. Handbag. Backpack. Hair flower. Hair pin. Scrunchie. Sun hat. Fedora. Baseball cap. Cowboy hat. Beanie. Panama. Snapback. Crown. Tiara. Circlet. Belt. Suspenders. Jean chains. Belly chain(s). Lace gloves. Cloth gloves. Leather gloves. Fingerless gloves. 2 button gloves. 4 button gloves. 6 button gloves. 8 button gloves. 12 button gloves. 16 button gloves. 21 button gloves. Shoulder holsters. Chest holster. Belt holster. Pocket holster. Thigh holster(s). Ankle holster(s) Bulletproof vest. Light armor. Medium armor. Heavy armor.

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

Blue. Green. Grey. Brown. Hazel. Amber. Black. Violet. Pink. Purple. Red. Orange. Gold. Yellow. White. Silver. Small. Average. Large. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Hooded. Narrow. Monolid. Double eyelids. Protruding. Downturned. Upturned. Almond. Round. Complete heterchromia. Central heterochromia. Sectoral heterochromia. Dark circles. Eye patch. Ocular prosthesis. One eye. Multiple eyes.

LIPS

Full. Thin. Thin upper. Thick upper. Thin lower. Thick lower. Wide. Small. Round. Cupids bow. Chapped. Moisturized. Scarred. Chewed on. Picked at. Cleft lip.

NOSE

Bulbous. Upturned. Almond-shaped. Aquiline. Button. Straight. Hawk. Nubian. Broad. Crooked. Broken. Scarred.

HAIR

TATTOOS/ PIERCINGS

No tattoos. Full sleeve(s). Full body suit. Behind the ear tattoo. Eyelid tattoo(s). Inside lip tattoo. Face tattoo(s). Neck tattoo(s). Chest tattoo(s). Chest piece. Collarbone tattoo(s). Stomach tattoo(s). Inner bicep tattoo(s). Outer bicep tattoo(s). Forearm tattoo(s). Thigh tattoo(s). Calf tattoo(s) Back tattoo(s). Half back piece. Full back piece. Shoulder blade tattoo(s). Lower back tattoo. Ankle tattoo(s). Foot tattoo(s). Wrist tattoo(s). Hand tattoo(s). Knuckle tattoo(s). Finger tattoo(s). Inner finger tattoo(s). Palm tattoo(s). No piercings. Nose piercing(s). Septum piercing. Bridge piercing. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Naval piercing. Inverse naval piercing. Earlobe piercing(s). Stretched ears. Industrial piercing(s). Tragus piercing(s). Helix piercing(s). Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Smiley piercing. Monroe piercing. Madonna piercing. Medusa piercing. Angel bites. Cyber bites. Spider bites. Snake bites. Vampire bites. Canine bites. Labret. Philtrum piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Dermal(s).

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

ACCESSORIES/MISC.

BODY

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

EYES

Blue. Green. Grey. Brown. Hazel. Amber. Black. Violet. Pink. Purple. Red. Orange. Gold. Yellow. White. Silver. Small. Average. Large. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Hooded. Narrow. Monolid. Double eyelids. Protruding. Downturned. Upturned. Almond. Round. Complete heterochromia. Centra heterochromia. Sectoral heterochromia. Dark circles. Eye patch. Ocular prosthesis. One eye. Multiple eyes.

LIPS

Full. Thin. Thin upper. Thick upper. Thin lower. Thick lower. Wide. Small. Round. Cupids bow. Chapped. Moisturized. Scarred. Chewed on. Picked at. Cleft lip.

NOSE

Bulbous. Upturned. Almond-shaped. Aquiline. Button. Straight. Hawk. Nubian. Broad. Crooked. Broken. Scarred.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Coarse. Straight. Wavy (2A/2B/2C). Curly (3A/3B/3C). Coily (4A/4B/4C). Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Smooth. Frizzy. Wild. Styled. Bald. Shaved. Pixie-cut. Ear length. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Dyed. Two-toned. Ombré. Balayage. Money piece. Highlights. Tips dyed. Weave. Wigs. Hair extensions. No bangs. Curtain bangs. Layered bangs. Side swept bangs. Curly bangs. Wavy bangs. Blunt bangs. Wispy bangs. Birkin bangs. Micro bangs. Bottleneck bangs. Braided bangs. Piecey bangs. Buzz cut. Under cut. Down and loose. Mohawk. Short faux hawk. Long faux hawk. Deathhawk. Caesar cut. Hime cut. Pompadour. Ponytail. High ponytail. Pigtails. Half up half down pigtails. French braid. Fishtail. Dutch braid. Low bun. High bun. Half-bun. Braided bun. Waterfall braid. Space Buns. Mullet. Rattail. Slicked back. Low/Middle/High fade. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Bantu knots. Afro. Faux locs. Twists. Waves. White. Grey. Silver. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Light brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Dark brown. Brown black. Jet black. Blue black. Black amethyst. Ginger. Auburn. Strawberry blonde. Cherry red. Burgundy. Blue. Pastel blue. Navy blue. Teal. Purple. Pastel purple. Violet. Magenta. Pink. Pastel Pink. Hot pink. Coral. Emerald green. Seafoam green. Light Green. Neon green. Yellow. Orange. Pastel orange. Neon orange. No eyebrows. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Short eyebrows. Low arch eyebrows. Medium arch eyebrows. High arch eyebrows. S-shaped brows. Straight eyebrows. Round eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows. Natural eyebrows. Painted eyebrows. Tattooed eyebrows. Bleached eyebrows. Dyed eyebrows.

TATTOOS/ PIERCINGS

No tattoos. Full sleeve(s). Full body suit. Behind the ear tattoo. Eyelid tattoo(s). Inside lip tattoo. Face tattoo(s). Neck tattoo(s). Chest tattoo(s). Chest piece. Collarbone tattoo(s). Stomach tattoo(s). Inner bicep tattoo(s). Outer bicep tattoo(s). Forearm tattoo(s). Thigh tattoo(s). Calf tattoo(s) Back tattoo(s). Half back piece. Full back piece. Shoulder blade tattoo(s). Lower back tattoo. Ankle tattoo(s). Foot tattoo(s). Wrist tattoo(s). Hand tattoo(s). Knuckle tattoo(s). Finger tattoo(s). Inner finger tattoo(s). Palm tattoo(s). No piercings. Nose piercing(s). Septum piercing. Bridge piercing. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Naval piercing. Inverse naval piercing. Earlobe piercing(s). Stretched ears. Industrial piercing(s). Tragus piercing(s). Helix piercing(s). Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Smiley piercing. Monroe piercing. Madonna piercing. Medusa piercing. Angel bites. Cyber bites. Spider bites. Snake bites. Vampire bites. Canine bites. Labret. Philtrum piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Dermal(s).

COSMETICS

SCENT

CLOTHES

SHOES

ACCESSORIES/MISC.

#oc: sidra navros #oc: willa rook #oc: sel blackmore #aesthetic game #it was hard to pick which oc but i narrowed it down to these three. though im probs gonna use this as a ref for my ocs now not gonna lie #feel free to add or change anything!

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oceanlipgloss · 11 months

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TILL DEATH DO US PART

SATAN.

+ warnings: angst, mentions of blood, violence and murder.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

As a candle stained in red she hopes to appear, upon her a prism of nine gazes falling—jade, ruby, sapphire, amber, violet, gold, verdant and tangerine.

But in vile ebony irises, memory that pierces her heart is all she sees, his lingering warmth all she feels.

Adoring fingers weaving through her hair, sweet breaths flames pouring into her ears.

Golden candlelight flickers, static sparks shimmering in the warm atmosphere.

Back pressed to his chest, lying on his bed, together with him she falls into a tale.

His heartbeat is heaven, melody dancing against her own, with her own, however.

Beloved laughter graces the air above. He places a soft kiss atop her head, blonde locks playful butterflies upon her rosy skin.

Music unlike any other is his voice; suave enchantment and true paradise, as though a harmony of rich chocolate and sweet spice.

She shakes her head, leaning closer against her dear prince.

A fiery touch on her cheek, a tender kiss to her lips.

The book in his hold lies on the whispering sheets.

In the silent warmth, a dance can be heard; slow kisses, passionate lips and melting fire.

Honey gazes up at emerald in prayer, taking in all there is; the path of light through wild golden hair, pink dust and the glow of art on a handsome face.

"They'll say that our love isn't like theirs," against her lips he whispers, "it's everything they'll keep wishing for but never receive. I swear upon you and upon our love that I will never leave your side and love you forever. Because in our story, not even death can do us part."

However, fading into the dying light, he disappears—his smile and touch, but not her tears.

Their fate wished for disaster, and their story, too, isn't destined to end with "Happily Ever After," it seems.

For she prayed to meet the devil, yet before her stands a human, his darkness screaming to devour the remains of her ragged soul.

Mere man, pure evil; he charred hearts and tore them apart.

Crimson burns mist.

A blade—the sword of tragedy and pain, the curse of two broken lovers—sears its way through tender flesh, through a barren chest and into a well of grime.

With pain dripping down her glossy lips and a smile she leans, only to whisper into the trembling monster's ear, “till death do us part, my dear.”

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#obey me swd #obey me #om! shall we date #swd satan #om! satan #shall we date satan #satan obey me #obey me satan #shall we date? obey me!#om! swd #obmswd #obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #the story factory

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captainnameless · 6 months

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do you have brown hair i feel like you would have brown hair😭

lmao!! i’m a natural blonde actually, and currently blonde haha. def in denial though because my roots are growing in quite a dark blonde now so i get highlights to pretend that isn’t happening 💀

i dyed my hair brown when i was like 16 once but it didn’t really take so i was back to blonde a month later without having to dye it again (a win fr bc i didnt think brown suited me) and then i dyed it like a pink that faded into rose gold in 2020 when the world was in lockdown, it faded into ginger/strawberry blonde which was another win bc i’ve always loved red/orange hair but was too much of a pussy to dye it bc everyone told me i’d never be blonde again.

anywho i did have to dye it back to blonde to get rid of the orange glow but now i’m back to my natural colour (with highlights)

#gets asked simply question #tells life story #xoxo

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moonshineboyz · 2 years

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Sun's update post ☀️

okay so, i just came back and felt like doing and update post (?) to whom it may concern

i'm sorry i just completely disappeared, i got really busy with college stuff and let things in here aside, but then even when i got a little more free time i just kept postponing my return (idk why i do this but unfortunately it's quite common for me to do things like that). but i really miss being online here and talking to you guys and writing of course, so even though i'm still kinda busy with college i came back. i have no idea when i'll be actually posting stuff i write but i for sure will be around and rambling so,,, hit me up 💖💖

no one asked but i just feel like telling things about myself and what's going on in my life right now

i've been doing a lot of new things in college and it's both stressful and fun, i'm having so many practices that sometimes i feel like freaking out but it's all good so far

i also started reading books again and it's been amazing, i missed that feeling. i'm on my 25th book of the year rn and i'm really proud of myself dkwkskwnd i think i've got some pretty good recommendations if anyone is interested

i changed my classes recently and they're really cute (not that many of you have seen my face before but-), pretty similar to my previous ones actually but cute nonetheless. and i bleached the bottom part of my hair and also some front pieces, i had dyed it red at first and then a light pink but since my hair is dark brown, the bleached part wasn't light enough for the pink and it faded quickly. now it's just a weird shade of blonde and i need to bleach it again to dye it but i keep postponing it 😭

my bff just moved to italy last month and i already miss her like crazy, i'm trying to meet some new people and make some new friends rn bc she is the only person i used to hangout with so it's about to be a bit lonely here, but we spent the past 2 months seeing each other a good amount of time and it was really nice. me and some of her other friends made a surprise picnic party for her on her bday and it was so much fun.

regarding kpop, i've been the same tbh zaksowkdow i just really got into onlyoneof and kingdom recently and they're amazing, i've also been listening to a lot of girl groups (i already stanned them but got into some 4th gen ones)

and of course eric's still my everything and i miss him 🥺

well, i think this is it, just some updates about me and i really missed you babes 💖💖 gonna tag my moots so we can get in contact again. my dms are always open and you can always hit me up, just bare with me a little till i can answer the old asks and messages

@ohcheri @clueless-content-creator @poutykyu @minimultiestfandoms @kazooms @erics-mii @annyeongffs @moonieric @sluttysohn @newkyus-void @sainthwngs @lov3ric @cloverhaknyeon @tinisprout @flowerpotrenjun @smolcobie @multi-kpop-fanfics @velvetyh @badboyjuyeon @miniaturenuttaco

#sun speaks

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lostlovepunk · 2 years

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since some people are actually interested, i will do it:

hair dyes and alex' most educated opinion of them

(all pictures are photos of the hair dye in question, i am unfortunately not in a condition to describe them better for now)

sante's plant based hair dye in black

disappointing. i can't read apparently because i noticed too late that it was for dark brown till i was home and opened it. smelled like herbal tea. my mum used to use this when i was a kid and i nearly threw up from the smell. i didn't put it in my hair. 3/10

syoss' blueish black

does what it promises. no way to control the portion sizes, so i always had to throw away about half of the bottle because i didn't need thatuch for my short hair. the smell is trying and failing to kill your respiratory tract. the hair has a nice shimmer in the sunlight, and it doesn't fade. easy to apply. 7/10

manic panic's 30 volume bleach kit (i know this isn't a hair dye technically)

the only bleach i bothered to remember the ne of that didn't come industry sized packages. it starts to burn slightly at around minute 15, increases the burning for about 10 minutes and then stays at that level. not nice,but could be worse. all five of my hair dye brushes come from those kits. there's also a plastic bowl that's completely useless inside. my hair went from black to a reddish white-blond in about 45 minutes. is a bit more successful in its attacks on your lungs. 6/10

manic panic's electric lizard

i might be biased but this is the best color you could put in your hair. you're easy to find, it's slightly fluorescent and it won't clash with anyone's skin tone. it works in combination with black (hey ecoanarchist flag) or on its own (enough to make anti-flag decide to ask you to model for their instagram story). i need to redye after about 4 weeks of normal inside/outside behaviour, or two weeks of festival, but i can't recommend it enough for festivals. you'll never lose your group again and look fabulous. also it smells only very faintly, and you're hands are more or less clean if you wash them fast enough. 10/10

manic panic's atomic turquoise

a bit more blue in the beginning than i hoped for (neon green was sold out so i bought this as a second best). went more in a green direction as it faded. the assistant manager at the edeka i worked at told me it was the best hair colour i ever had. i disagree, it made me look a bit like i'd support a cdu/afd coalition. also the nazi security guy there liked it. also the colour is more or less impossible to get out by bleaching and dying it another color. redye after 6-8 weeks. 8/10

headshot's toxic absinth

green in theory, turquoise in praxis. it gets more blue with every time you wash your hair, so if you wanna keep a deep forest green, never wash it again. it doesn't do well against residues of the aforementioned turquoise, and only stayed green for a week at most. it will look cool, but not how you want it. also kinda boring on its own, looks better with a few light streaks (or purple). 5/10

manic panic's mystic heather

if you wanna look like the joker with a mohawk for two weeks, follow these steps:

1. have mohawk

2. split dye with black involved

3. decide you want more color but worry about green and red clashing as the black leaves a bit of red when bleached

4. order two hair dyes from manic panic

5. get half your money back, they don't have dark green anymore

6. bleach everything and put this over the formerly black side

7. enjoy

it looked great for 1.5 weeks and then streaks began to go mouse brown. too much redying to be worth it. 6/10

manic panic's cotton candy pink

this wasn't in my hair but my partners. feels nice on the hands, doesn't smell bad, but your hair needs to be really fucking light to have this work. their hair was orangey before and salmon coloured after. this salmon color left us soon after, too, and it became an orangey yellow. wasn't my hair tho and they liked the colour, so 7/10

soon to be added: voodoo forest by manic panic

#hair dyes #spike spoke

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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Okay this is incredibly vapid but I'm literally having a crisis over this. Okay what color should I dye my hair Red, Purple or Blonde. I've had all those colors. I've had every color ever. My logical mind is telling me red cause I had it for over Ten years but my heart is telling me we can't go back. Purple is always hit or miss I either hate it or love it. Blonde recently my it color but feels boring. I don't know. I can't get the shade of pink I want and I hate hot pink hair on me. Also fighting the urge to dye it black because I cried the last time I impulsively dyed it black and it faded to purple. I cant explain why my hair is so important to me but it is and I'm literally on the verge of tears.

#not nct

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madewithspice · 2 years

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I'm not like goth but I have a very alternative style like e-girl meets indie rock meet alt bitch, I also dye my hair alot it's purple rn but I've done toxic green,hot pink, now electric purple that fades to lavender at the tips, I've just bleached my hair and I've dyed it forest green -Dani🎠

Why does this just feel like it’s me talking to me?!

I dress either like Adam Sandler’s monochrome twin or a good daughter aka shit my parents approve of.

I love all those colours. Damn you’ve done it more times than me.

I did ash blonde first. Then red faded to a light pink. Back to the blonde. Then blue/green mess. Then back to the blonde so I could go to cherry red.

I looked for forest green everywhere but it was super expensive online and my bank account is already crying. I bet you look great. - Kiki.

#kiki talks #🎠 anon #save my hair from me

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lalalovezfrenchfriez · 4 months

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Flyin' Frydays-Pt. 2 :p

author's note: this activelybroke my heart writing and I was uh totally not goin thru something. yep. EVERYTHING GETS BETTER LATER TRUST! I love writing this like it's a fanfic. I just care about rio ok. :3

When Laura leaves to her party, my phone buzzes. I open my phone, clicking answer.

“RIO!” A voice screams at me.

I grin widely. “Emi!” Emi Bando is my best friend, besides Laura. Laura is a childhood friend, and we are very close, but Emi no doubt takes the cake. We smoke together, she helped me cheat my chemistry final in high school, and she was the first person I came out to. She’s the best.

“You free?” She asks, her voice obviously trying to hint at something.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I am.” I look around the college campus. Its dim glow illuminates the fog rolling in at a snails pace. “Just dropped off Laura at some frat party. Still at Nerd Town. Come pick me up?”

“Sure sure! Me and your brothers will be there in a bit.”

I laugh, stepping on the curb at the edge of campus. I pull out a pack of cigarettes while ignoring the no smoking sign. “Em, I only have one brother. Is he there with you?

“Oh,” I can hear JD in the background, “Hola manzanita,”

Emi continues, “Well aren’t his friends like your brothers?”

I chuckle as I place a cigarette in my mouth, “Sure - come pick me up in a few. Love you babe.”

“Love you more!” Emi squeals when I shut my phone. I hope she doesn't find that weird, but instead of thinking too much, I light my cigarette.

The campus has such a darkness to it, it began to almost whistle a haunting tune as the wind flew by my hair. I never liked UCLA, Máma wanted me to go here for years, but I refused. Pápi wanted me to go to USC. I don’t think I ever liked the idea of college. Or school. But the campus' light glows as if it is fading and dying. Like it was hurt.

I inhale. I exhale out my nose and close my eyes. I don’t even think I want to continue beauty school.

“Rosalinda?”

My eyes shoot open and I look at her. She looks so different. How?

Her hair is pink at the ends. Her eyes shout with passion as she waves to me. She smiles so widely, her lipstick shines of sunset orange. She looks so bright in this dark night.

I gulp. “May…”

She is wearing a white dress with embroidered sunflowers growing from the hem. She’s wearing brown sandals. It’s winter. It’s cold.

“Rosalinda, what are you doing here?”

I drop the cigarette, putting it out underneath my shoe. I smile awkwardly, hiding the knot in my throat. “Heh. Yep. Yeah.” I know I’m turning red as I look away from her striking green eyes. “Helped Laura.” I try and put out words to the air. To her. I barely succeed.

May nods, walking to me with such power. She’s still as pretty as when I met her. Jesús. “So, how have you been, Rosie?” Her accent is so soft, yet so clear to my ears.

I have to look away from her and swallow the nervousness away. “I go by Río,” I mutter quietly. But I look at her and raise my voice, which is still troublesome to my body. “Okay.”

May smiles. Her cheeks are red already. Why is she blushing? “I’m glad you helped Laura. Always a good friend. I love that. I’ve always loved that about you, Rosa.”

My mouth dries. What do I say. What do I even think? She’s so beautiful. May is so amazingly gorgeous I feel the same way as when she first asked me out. Her confidence. Her eyes. Her blonde hair that smells like the sun. Her. May Thomas. Mi vida, mi amor, mi cielita...

Yet she still. Looks at me that way. So simple. So judgmental. So posh. She touches my hair, and I freeze. “I never meant to hurt you, mon feu,” she whispers as she leans in close. I step back.

“You broke up with me.” I finally spit out as my eyes fill with tears. I push through the crack in my voice. “You wanted this to end. Leave me- leave me alone! You treat me like your stupid doll all the time! Even though- even though I’m so smart! I gave everything I could to make you happy and you find someone to play with for the fun of it?” My mind is not clear. But I have to say it. I look at her. “I won't be your toy anymore. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore. Go.”

May Thomas looks at me with her big leafy eyes. Finally they relax. Like she’s been waiting for me to say it. Like she has just wanted me to crack. “I will always love you, Rosalinda.” Her accent irks me. It hurts the r in my name. She looks at me, waiting for me to crumble to her skirt.

I roll my eyes and grab out another cigarette. “You hurt me, May.” My hand shakes. I can't feel it but I know I am crying. I don’t know why. I just am. “You don’t want to be with me? Fine. Go be with your new novia,” I let out a soft choke, but I turn away from her. I light the cigarette. “I’m deleting your number- blocking you. Don’t ever contact me or my family.” I walk away. I don’t look back.

But she takes my arm. “That’s all you say?!"

“Stop it!” I cry out, trembling at her soft touch. “Please!” I'm shaking uncontrollably and the puff of smoke is falling out of my mouth like a dragon.

May lets go. “I loved you!”

“Then why are you doing this to me?!” I keen back, turning to her finally. “What did I do?!”

“Nothing!” Her hair is going static like a banshee as she is hiding her own tears. Her makeup is ruined. Her lipstick is getting slimy. Her eyes scatter all over my body. “I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I stare at her. She’s desperate. Clinging onto me. She is also shaking. I stay still for a few moments. “So what do you want?”

“For us to be friends. For us to be,” she takes a deep breath as the thick curtain fog rolls in between us. She finally looks angelic. Just like how I met her. “To know we still care...about each other.”

The cigarette is hot in my mouth. I hear a honk. “Río!” I hear someone cry from the distance.

The words come out of me; Clear. Stern. Unshaken. Spoken. “I can’t care to think about you, May. Not after how you’ve treated me. I do not want us to talk. I do not love you. I cannot love you. Have fun with your girlfriend. Do not treat her like a toy. She is a person. I was a person.” I inhale the cigarette, turn, and the fog blankets us, pushing me away from her.

#writing #creative writing #writblr #writeblr #author #lala flyin frydays #story #fiction #dramedy #<3

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stylesloveclub · 2 years

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thank you my love!!! <3 i loved the dress even though it was a little big. i also made the pearl necklace! i brought my cardboard cutout of niall it was very fun! and yes! i tried to get pink highlights but the hair lady dyed my whole head and it was a weird purple orange red color and patchy but i still paid 150 for it rip. anyways once it faded and evened out it looked much better! I want to dye my hair strawberry blonde but I’m scared my hair is too damaged to bleach it again so I might just do Sadie sink red. but I don’t know I can’t decide also kind of want to chop it and dye it blonde again. how have you been? Reading anything good recently? i love you!!!!!!! - 🌷

OOISLJFDKLDSKFJ NIALL LMAOO! i love the sadie sink red look i think it's such a cool girl look! i'm good i'm good im sorry i don't rememebr when u sent this in but i feel like it took my a while to respond so my bad!!! i'm on vacation rn and i go back home tomorrow and it's been a really fun trip! haven't read anything good recently :( i'm trying to get through six of crows but i feel sooo lost rn bc i dont know any of the characters so its kinda hard . LOVE U!

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bokettochild · 2 years

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Dye For You

Summary: Legend decides to dye his hair again, and ropes Warriors and Four in along for the ride

(Art at the end!)

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Legend is fiddling with his hair.

Usually, when the vet is uneasy, he messes with his rings or pulls out something from his never-ending mending pile (which the other heroes only add too with all their escapades) but today, in fact, the last few days, have been different.

It’s almost an unconscious thing, a hand straying up to tug at pink bangs, and each time there's a scowl on Legend’s face.

He can’t help himself. “Split ends?”

Violet eyes flicker up to meet his, confused for a moment as Legend pauses, fingers still pinching a shock of hair between their tips. “What?”

Warriors settles back in his seat with a knowing smirk. “Annoyed much? Split ends are annoying but you know one of us could just help you cut them if you wanted.”

And to his surprise, Legend grimaces. “Not split ends. It’s the color.”

“Got tired of the pink?” He means it as a tease, but the wry frown on his brother's face and the way violet eyes cross to stare at drooping bangs says Legend isn’t keen on joking right now.

“Yeah. Usually, I’d’ve changed it by now.”

Wait what? “What?”

There’s a faint smirk on thin lips as the other turns his way. “I said I usually have changed it by now.” The smirk fades as Legend scowls again at his hair, nose scrunching up in irritation. “I haven’t let it fade back to pink in years, and it’s weird.”

“Fade back?” Four joins their conversation, sitting across from the two of them, back to fire which causes strange shadows to play over his face.

Legend nods. “Yeah. What, you think I was a bottle blonde like the rest of you?”

“Yes?” He’d rather expected that all of them were blonde, except Hyrule and the rancher, and those two at least have hints of gold under sunlight. Four, however, just smiles a little smile that could mean anything.

“I’m thinking of dying it again.” Legend admits casually, brushing his hair back behind his ears (as much good as it does, his bangs just bush out again over his eyes).

“What color?” Four tilts his head to one side, eyes flickering strangely, despite the shade cast over his face.

Legend shrugs. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t tried purple yet, so there’s that.”

He chokes on his own tongue, spluttering slightly and staring at the two heroes in front of him as Four nods at Legend with a faint smile. “Purple?”

“Well green doesn’t really suit me too well.” The vet says airily, thus implying that he’s tried green hair. What the actual Farore? “And although I liked the red, I feel like that would just be weird with how y’all are with that particular hair color.”

The color that now dusts Four’s cheeks as the smithy shifts slightly. “It’s a good color.”

“Not saying it isn’t.” Legend replies, kicking back to lean against the log Warriors is sitting on. “But given how many people have partners with red hair, it would just feel weird. Plus, I don’t like repeating colors.”

Which begs the question... “How often do you dye your hair?”

The teen shrugs. “Every few months. I learned the hard way that letting the color grow out looks weird, so I try to avoid it.”

Four hums thoughtfully, resting his chin on his crossed arms which are in turn propped up on his knees. “Maybe I should try coloring my hair too.” The smithy muses. “It could be fun.”

Legend is up in a second, leaning towards the smithy with an odd glint in his eyes and a smile Wars has never seen before. “What color are you thinking?”

A blink. “I was just thinking the tips, maybe in sections? Like my tunic.” There’s a vague gesture at the aforementioned garment and Legend is already leaning into the smithy’s space, brows furrowed as he taps his chin, thoughtful as he stares at their shortest.

“Yeah, that could work. Are you thinking four colors in quarters? Stripes?”

“What do you think would work best?”

Legend sits back, still stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Quarters, I think. Do you want it rainbow patterned or do you have a particular order in mind?”

“Wait.” he stares from one hero to the other, watching as hazel and violet snap to him curiously, matching expressions on different faces. “Legend, are you planning on dying Four’s hair?”

The vet shrugs. “I was just curious, really. But I can if they want.”

‘They’? He thought.... But Four glows the slightest bit, a light in his- their- eyes at the use of the pronoun, so he mentally makes a note to stop calling Four a ‘he’. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun.” Four responds easily, relaxing to sit cross legged before the fire, rocking gently back and forth so that his- their hair swishes in their face. “Besides, I’ve never done it before, so why not?”

“That is not a good reason.” Because with that logic anyone could excuse doing anything. At least dying your hair is one of those less drastic things though, and predominantly harmless, saving for the damage done to the hair itself and any clothing that got in the way of the dye.

“What, you never dye your hair before?” Legend teases, smirking and cocking a brow. “I would’ve thought the beauty guru of all people would have tried this at least once.”

He rolls his eyes, not truly in irritation, but more of a front, a response to the other’s pointed teasing. “It’s against army regulation to dye your hair.”

Four immediately perks up, staring at him with glimmering amber eyes. “You should join us then! You might not have another chance to try once we all go back to our home worlds after all.”

There’s a collective wince at the thought. None of them want to separate, something they’d only just collectively realized a week or two ago when Wild had made a comment about how he was ruined and that when it was over, he was going to end up cooking for nine all the time, even if it was just himself. There had been silence over the camp for a moment after that, and then Sky had ended up pulling both of the heroes closest to him into a hug (Time and Hyrule) and from there it had descended into a giant group hug that continued into a cuddle pile during the night.

“I don’t think so.” He tries to brush off the eager look shot his way by the vet; how odd the expression is on the usually scowling face. “You guys can enjoy but-”

“What, too scared?” It’s a challenge, and while he had been intending on standing and walking away, he pauses mid-step to stare at the vet, who cocks a brow at him with a smirk. “Afraid I’ll ruin your luscious locks?”

“No!”

“Oh, he definitely is.” Four giggles. “He’s scared that he won’t be as attractive without blonde hair.”

“I could rock any hair color, thank you very much!” He protests. It’s true so he can say it! Not that he’s ever actually tried it for himself, but he’s rather confident in his ability to pull off most colors.

“Really.” Legend purrs, stalking towards him with a lidded gaze he isn’t sure he likes. Despite being considerably taller than the vet, he feels somewhat small as the other closes the distance between them, staring up at him with a smirk that makes him shiver slightly. “Bet then. I color your hair however I please, and you can do mine. Whoever rocks their color better gets a prize.”

He swallows, audibly. Violet fixes him in place, piercing and with a depth that seems to grow the longer he stares, but he really can’t look away. “What’s the prize?”

“Anything you want.” Legend’s purr dips lowly. “Provided you win of course, captain.”

“And if you win?”

“Do you doubt yourself so much?” The vet taunts airily, smirk stretching wider into a smile eerily similar to Cia’s although without the creep factor.

“Of course not.”

“Then it’s a bet.” And then the vet is out from crowding up in his space, and instead stands a respectable distance away, one hand held out for a shake to seal the deal. “I’ll help Four with their hair, then you can have your way with mine and I’ll do yours. We’ll let the others decide who wins.”

Better sense tells him to say no. The voice of reason in his head says to step away and join Wind in robbing the others blind in a game of poker, but the vet’s stare dares him to do either and a compulsive part of him reacts with a vengeance, taking the slim hand offered to him and shaking it firmly. “It’s a bet.”

His whole brain screams in protest of the idea when Legend finally releases his gaze with a smirk, and Warriors is left wondering what exactly he had just agreed to.

What he agreed to, he finds, is something that is nothing short of fascinating.

Legend had gotten the two of them away from the camp rather easily, telling Time that they were off for a group bonding exercise that Warriors had approved, which, apparently, is all that is needed for the Old Man to let them go, a fact that stirs his heart with a touch of pride that Time trusts him so much. He rather wonders if the other will regret it though, once Legend is done having his way with their hair and making it look.... well, he isn’t sure.

Time may trust him, and while he trusts Legend to watch his back in battle, he isn’t sure he can trust the patch-work slap-dash style of the other to not completely ruin his own appearance. He wishes he could go first, honestly, if only so that if Legend messes him up, he can have his vengeance, but as it is he also has the opportunity to force some decent style on the other.

Decisions, decisions...

Four is turning out rather nicely, and Legend makes quite the picture as he putters around their shortest.

The ‘dying station’ Legend had pulled together consists of various materials spread out across a flattish rock by the river side, and a smaller stone close by to use as a seat. The river they’ve been following provides water for when they’ll inevitably need to wash excess dye off of their skin, and all three of them have changed into something less.... well... something they won’t mind ruining with dye. The collar of Legend’s dress-like tunic is stained with every color imaginable, and the cloak he’s whisked around Four’s slight shoulders bears similar scars; a testament to Legend’s dying tendencies.

“Hold still.” Legend tuts, fastening a section of Four’s hair back into an awkward pig-tail. He’s sectioned the smithy’s hair off into four sections, three of which are now tied up in a way that makes him have to struggle to repress a laugh.

“I am holding still.” Four laughs, probably feeling ridiculous him- themself (themselves?) or else just at how ridiculous Legend looks with his hair thrown back in the sloppiest ponytail ever and a dozen pins to try and keep his bangs out of his eyes. “You’re just tugging me Nayru knows where.”

Legend scowls, nose shivering, at the comment, and honestly, he half expects the vet to tug Four’s hair for the response, but instead the vet just bops Four’s nose and then smirks at the startled sound it elicits from the other.

“Wars, come hold the bowl for me.” The vet demands, brushing Four’s hair down on one side and gathering it oh so carefully against his palm.

He does as order, moving to stand at the vet’s side and watching Legend cautiously brush the bright liquid over the tips of Four’s long hair. He can see how Legend’s ears flick as the vet tries to focus and how Four glances about nervously as he waits for it to be done. He notices that Legend’s hands are turning as pink as his hair and that there’s a dribble of pinkish dye on the shoulder of the cape around Four’s front. It’s a messy process, this, but he notes each step, from how Legend wraps the dyed hair so it won’t spread to other stands to how carefully the vet rinses his hands. Legend even explains what he’s doing when Four’s nervous leg-bouncing prevents him from continuing properly, and when at last Four is done, Legend is pulling back his stained cape with a flourish and a wide smile that he’s never seen from their resident salt-shaker.

“Viola!” Four giggles as Legend tucks a stray bit of hair behind the smithy’s ear, warmth in the vet’s eyes and the motion itself. “We’ll give the dye some time to set, but y’all are otherwise finished.”

He has to try his hardest not to complain at the horrid word’s usage when he sees how much Four brightens, again, at it. Are plurals more the smith’s thing? He’s a little hurt that no one bothered telling him, but then again, Four might not even be out yet, Legend might be the only one who knows (except he’s sure Time does the same thing). Either way, he should probably ask about it later, just to make sure he’s saying things right (and if y’all is the preferred direct address he guesses he’ll have to suck it up and deal with it...)

“Now it’s your turn.” Four chirps, standing with a little breathless laugh and moving away from the stone.

The vet nods, turning his way with a cocky smirk he’s more comfortable seeing in his mirror than on his brother, one hip cocked and a single brow raised. “All yours, Captain.”

He rolls his eyes and pushes Legend down onto the stone. “Sit down and shut up.” Legend continues to smirk, but does as he’s told, and Wars is able to wrap the vet’s cloak about the shorter man’s shoulders, fastening it where he’d seen the vet do for Four.

He’s not really sure what his plan is. This bet was rather out of the blue and he’s barely had time to prepare, much less think, but it’s also the first time Legend has let him have his way with his hair, and it’s a chance he doesn’t want to waste.

“Don’t screw this up, Cap.”

“And what if I want to?” He shoots back. He hadn’t realized that he was staring until Legend’s eyes caught his own, but he’s trying to think, danggit!

“Then your own dye job will be atrocious and I might take it on myself to give you a nasty trim too.” The vet is smirking, that competitive, cocky smirk that he always wears when making and trying to win bets, and he takes the chance to analyze what colors would work with the expression, only to pause.

“Wait, who said we could cut anything?”

Legend starts, blinks, and checks himself with a small frown. “I guess we didn’t specify that.”

Ah, well then. “I’m game if you are.”

To his surprise, the idea makes Legend bite at his lip in a hesitation far removed from his previous confidence. “I-”

“Okay.” He brushes it off, loosing pins from wild bangs with a soft hum. He doesn’t need to cut the other’s hair, it’s a good length anyway and he’s nearly jealous that army standards don’t let him grow his own so long. “But don’t cut mine either, Impa would have my hide if I returned to my world with an undercut or something.”

To his surprise, Legend doubles over laughing at the idea, head knocking against his stomach as the vet hunches forwards. “That’d be horrible!”

“Atrocious.” Four agrees with a giggle of his own, reminding him that the smith is still there, holding the bowl of dye with suspiciously purple fingers.

“Oh saints, I can only imagine how Artemis would react!” Legend crows.

He scoffs as he shoves the other lightly, shaking his head as he makes his way around to unfasten Legend’s hair from its tangled mess. “Says you.”

“Says us.” Four responds, still laughing.

He shakes his head. It’s not really all that funny, but Legend takes a moment to be done laughing and even when he is finally is done, Four is still smirking in that odd way that makes him shiver. He lets them settle, but finally both are calm again, and in the time that it takes he’s managed to formulate some sort of plan.

Purple may not be the best of ideas (especially with the vet’s eyes already being the same color) but it strikes him that grey might match well, with the added benefit of creating ammunition for future teasing. In fact, Time might appreciate having someone else in the group have more grey than him....

“Chin up.” He prompts, reaching out entirely without thought to nudge the other into place. The vet is pliant under his touch, allowing his face to be turned and tilted until Wars is quite content.

Despite Legend’s hatred of water or bathing, they’ve all at least washed their hair and the vet’s is not yet at the stage of drying where it puffs out, so his work is considerably easier.

Four cackles conspiratorially as he- they! Help the captain to mix the dye and they even hold the bowl for him as he works. Legend keeps his eyes dutifully closed to avoid getting paint in them, and while he relaxes into the brushing and combing needed to spread the dye around, his ears flicker and nose twitches with curiosity as he tries to cajole answers out of Four as to what Warriors is doing exactly. Too bad for him, Four is a loyal ally in chaos and refrains from dropping any hints as dove soft grey takes over the cherry-petal pink.

Unfortunately, the same fate is his own when he’s finished, and the minute he’s wrapped Legend’s hair back (with some tips from the veteran) he’s being subjected to the same torture of not knowing what Legend is doing as Four gasps softly and laughs.

“Lighten up.” Legend scolds softly, rapping his shoulders lightly with what he thinks is a brush. To be fair, he’s kept his eyes closed the same as Legend had, but he’s stiff as a board wondering what’s happening behind his lids.

“I can’t help it.”

“If it’s any consolation,” There’s a gentle tug at a knot he could swear he brushed out that morning. “I’m not giving you blue hair.”

“That’s only one possibility eliminated.” Oh boy, maybe he should have gone for something humiliating instead of reasonably passable. The grey was actually looking pretty good towards the end, like dove’s feathers, and, knowing Legend, he’s doomed to something that will have a joke behind it (not that he hadn’t had the same intent).

“All possibilities are eliminated if you don’t loosen up.” The vet huffs, smacking him again. “Seriously, Wars, do I have to ask you to sit on the ground?”

“What?”

Four’s voice carries a snigger from somewhere to his right. “Wars, we’re shorter than you, hunch over or something, or Legend can’t see the top of your head, much less dye the hair there.”

Oh, that’s right.

He obliges, scooting off the rock (and savoring Legend’s yelp of surprise) to sit on the ground, allowing the vet to climb up on his former seat and set to work.

He’d rather expected the process to be soothing, Legend had certainly seemed to think so, but when the first layer of dye is added he starts back at just how cold it is. Of course, as a result, he gets the stuff streaked across his nose, and earns another smack from the hero behind him. “I said hold still! Great, now we gotta clean up your face.” There’s a shifting as Legend’s boots hit the ground and then he can feel the other in front of him. “I’m gonna touch your face. It’s gonna be cold. If you start again, I will purposefully smear your eyeliner.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” It took him fifteen minutes to get it acceptable this morning and today was a good day! If he has to do it again, he’ll probably flummox it again considering the state of his hands (he really, really hates his tremors).

“Try me.”

A wet cloth touches his face, and although he starts, it isn’t as violently as before. Still, he can’t help but risk a peek to make sure Legend isn’t going to make a swipe at his eyes.

Legend is crouching in front of him, lip caught in his teeth with a little scowl as he carefully wipes away the misplaced dye with the sleeve of his over-sized tunic. The headwrap makes him look a bit ridiculous, and Wars can’t help but grin at it, catching the vet’s attention and earning a light smack to the face in retaliation. “Eyes closed, captain, or I’ll change my mind and let you suffer the pink for a few months.”

He obeys immediately, still trembling a bit with a chuckle, but Legend let’s it go, moving around behind him and continuing with his work. It’s still cold, the hair dye, but at least now he expects it, and Legend is surprising gentle and thorough as he works, only tugging lightly and working over in small section after small section in a way that’s both highly relaxing and also concerning. How detailed is the vet’s dye job? Good gracious, how many colors is Legend using?

“His bangs are wrong.” Four points out, and he can hear the smithy moving around to his front, can almost see the other’s frown. “Are you sure this will even work?”

Legend hums from behind him, fingers twining between stands and applying the cool liquid of the dye. “Definitely. Sure, I’ll need to brush a bit here and there, but you can bet it’s gonna look perfect.”

The smithy snorts. “Aren’t you already in a bet?”

“I can multi-task.” He can almost see the nonchalant shrug, can feel where Legend’s hands rise off his head. The weight’s actually nice when it settles again though, to his surprise.

“Oh no, bets are a messy affair, I’d rather not.”

He expects the other to press, for that low purr to appear and try and force the smithy’s hand, but Legend just hums his acknowledgement, pinning some hair up and moving on.

It’s an hour or so later that Legend tells them that they can unwrap the dyed hair and see the results of their labor. The time waiting was spent washing the equipment and scrubbing excess dye off of their skin. He would have thought it would only take a few minutes, but apparently Legend’s specific brew of dye was a quick setter, and needed to be removed as soon as possible from skin lest it stay long-term. Even with all their best efforts though, Warrior’s hands still look like those of a redead (although less gnarled) and Four’s are still purple (despite the smith not working with the hair of either).

He tried to sneak a peek at what color tainted Legend’s fingers when the vet finished, but when he’d opened his eyes, Legend had been turning to plunge his hands into the green hair dye left to the side after Four, a smirk on the other’s face. “All in due time, captain.”

Seriously, why is Legend calling him captain so much? Is this a tease thing?

They work together to unwrap, brush and fluff Four’s hair, Legend guiding his hands with surprising patience as he explains how to double check the dye job and comb through the hair so it won’t clump from where the excess color has dried.

It looked amazing, in the end, and Legend had actually brought out his mirror shield for the smithy to admire it. Neither of them will have the same grace though, Four decided, and both stare at each other with pursed lips as the smithy informs them that they’ll have to walk into camp without any idea what they look like anymore.

“Fine.” He tries to be nonchalant, watching how Legend twitches.

“Fine.” The other huffs. “Sit down, I’ll fix you first.”

As promised, there’s much brushing and fussing, and to his surprise, Legend seems to actually be taking the time to style his hair for him once it’s free, so he does the same when it’s his turn, braiding Legend’s long sideburns back and out of sight where the vet won’t be able to peek them. His bangs might give it away (all he can see of his own is a vaguely dark shape) but that’s nothing either can help.

“Ready?” Four is smirking up at the both of them when everything’s finally cleared up.

“Ready.” Both answer with a nod.

He leads the way back to camp, and Legend and Four trail after, the vet still fussing with things in his bag and Four silently admiring the violet tinge of the bangs on the one side. Warriors lets the both of them be, silently praying that Legend hasn’t royally screwed him over with whatever he’s done.

When he steps back into camp, the other two are hanging back a bit still, Four having paused to help the vet readjust something or other in his bag. They’ll catch up in a minute, and he’s not upset that it appears he’ll be served dinner before them, as the other heroes are all beginning to gather around the fire where something that smells like absolute heaven after the stench of hair dye, tickles his nose. He moves to sit with them, trying his best not to draw too much attention (fat chance with Legend’s sense of humor probably meaning he has orange hair or something) but to his surprise no one really comments on it.

“Twi.” He glances up at the sound of Time’s voice, but to his surprise he finds that the elder man’s gaze falls on him. “Would you check around for Warriors and the other two? They’ve been taking a while and dinner’s nearly ready.”

He’s about to answer, to respond that ‘excuse me, I’m right here, what the heck’ when the rancher’s voice calls out something similar from across camp, brows furrowed with confusion as the man looks at his mentor. “Time, I’m over here.”

Their leader blinks, turns to his protégé, and then back to Warriors himself, which is confusing, what-

“You guys were dying your hair and no one told me?” Wild sounds absolutely devastated and he scowls playfully across the fire at him.

Twilight snorts. “Trying to steal my look, captain? I mean, I know my style in enviable or whatever-” There’s laughter in the man’s words, and even though he’s obviously trying to sound cocky about it, laughter catches up to Twilight until the other in snorting out a warm chuckle that sets all the others off.

“Told you it would work.” Legend laughs behind him, and then he’s spinning around to meet violet eyes, a frown tugging his lips as he tries to stare the vet down.

“What did you do?”

The mirror shield is already ready, and when Legend turns it his way (although pointed a bit too low, he has to adjust it) he’s met with wild mangy bangs that speckle grey, brown and golden in a pattern that explains Legend’s painstaking efforts earlier. Even with his pale complexion and sharper features, he can’t help but mistake himself for the rancher for a moment.

“Thoughts?” Legend is smirking, that shit-eating grin that he can’t decide the meaning of; is it approval or just the vet being an ass?

“Looking good, Four.” Wind calls out before he can reply, and both of the other heroes turn to watch Four join the others, flushing lightly as Sky begins to coo over his hair, Time nodding his approval while Hyrule darts up to get a closer look.

“It looks amazing! Ledge, next time can I-” The traveler trails off with a blink and then slaps a hand over his mouth.

Time smirks. “About time someone here was greyer than me.”

The expression on the vet’s face is priceless. “Grey?” The mirror shield flips around so fast it nearly hit’s Wars in the nose and then the vet is staring at himself, one hand reaching up like it had hours ago to drag through his messy bangs, taking in the new color.

He waits for the scowl, the eye-roll, the huff or even a shake of the head. But Legend doesn’t do any of those things. Instead, the vet’s face softens a bit as he tucks some of his hair behind his long ears. “Not bad.” A turn of the head, an appreciative hum that he wasn’t expecting at all, what? “It’s not so dark as to make me look old, but not so light as to get ruined easily.” Violet eyes catch ahold of his, a genuine smile touching the vet’s features. “Not bad, Cap’n.”

“You like it?” He’d expected some sort of backlash.

Legend shrugs. “Eh, not the worst I’ve had. Like I said, green was not a good color for me.”

Across camp, Wind’s head darts up. “Do you have pictures?”

Sky giggles. “Green?”

A roll of the eyes and a scowl, but Legend moves to join the others anyway. “You should’ve seen the time I went for orange.”

The mirror shield is left on the ground, basically inviting him to check over himself again.

He looks good. And it’s odd that he even has to be surprised at that. The dark hair makes his eyes pop and despite being styled like the ranchers own, it suits him, in an odd way.

When he’s done looking, done adjusting his hair just the slightest bit (Legend’s styling job was surprisingly skillful) he moves to join the others. There’s teasing and compliments and laughter all around as he settles at the vet’s side, offering back the mirror shield and watching as the vet tucks it back away. When there’s a particularly loud peal of laughter from Wind though, he leans in close, nose almost brushing Legend’s ear as he whispers. “Okay, it was pretty fun.”

Violet darts to stare at him, but he’s already pulled back, is already acting like he’d never said anything. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Legend staring, sees a small smile break across the vet’s face.

“I’ll tell you when we next do it then.” Legend turns back to the camp as a whole, smile never fading as he nods towards the laughing champion. “Wild said he wanted to try red.”

“Didn’t you say that would be a problem?”

“His head.” The vet returns, kicking back in his seat. “I couldn’t care either way.”

On impulse, he tugs a loose strand of grey.

The minute he thinks he’s safe though, ringed fingers reach up to tousle his bangs in vengeance.

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This was the vote story immediately after Movie Night. Note: image has all three members from the beginning, but it ended up being all Yeri.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, Yeri, male reader insert, blowjob, titfucking, anal, va--nilla sex, workout sex, exhaustion, kink talk, appearances from Wendy/Seulgi/Irene but JoY hAs A bOyFrIeNd

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"Hey, thanks. You don't need to give me the discount though," you say. You put your wallet back in your pocket, pick up the bag of muffins, and take the coffee from the guy across the counter.

"Nonsense! The Lounge wouldn't be so successful without your help. Besides, the profit margin on that stuff is insane."

The two of you chuckle with each other for a moment, and you smell the coffee he practically gave you free. Fresh roasted and ground on location, not too much sugar, and slightly more cream than usual. "Damn, man. This stuff smells like heaven."

"Heaven? Haha! More like Brazil! But speaking of heaven, who's the lucky lady today? You never get more than one muffin on your own."

You shrug. The man knows you, that's for sure. "Well, not a date this time. Wendy asked me to meet her here,"

"Oh, Red Velvet?"

"Yup. I think it's a business thing. I was asking her about song composing but I'm not supposed to tell you she's getting into that."

"Of course." He raises his eyebrows and flattens his mouth. "You know how Mr. SM can be about these things."

That's exactly what SinB and Eunha said and did a couple days ago, and nobody ever explained what they meant. "Actually, I--"

"Ah, there she is! And Seulgi and Yeri too!"

You turn around to see that he is definitely correct. Holding the door open is Wendy, dressed in a blue-and-white-striped sweater that sags off one of her shoulders, baggy blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her light brown hair is draped over one shoulder. Her casual outfit is contrasted by her exceptional, yet minimal make up.

Yeri has already passed her and entered the building. Unlike Wendy, her make up consists of some lazy eyeliner and not much else. Your heart skips a beat when you see her light gray yoga pants are as tight as a second skin, though her pink hoodie hangs just low enough to see any of her ass. She's cut her hair into a short bob again, and dyed it dirty blonde.

Seulgi follows Yeri, and certainly looks the most put-together overall. Her jet black hair is pulled into a ponytail so you can see her glamorous earrings and bright red lips. She's wearing a nearly wrinkleless white dress shirt barely see through enough to show her bra, black business pants, and short black heels.

A shiver crashes down your spine, nearly making you drop your coffee. You're not sure you'll ever get used to seeing all these gorgeous idols in person, and especially not when they're approaching you.

"Hey, sorry we're late," Wendy opens the conversation, "We got held up for a minute."

Yeri smirks. It looks like she's paying more attention to the menu overhead than to any one person. "Held up by some Canadian grandma driving."

Wendy frowns. "It's called a speed limit."

Seulgi gives you a short bow. You do the same back. Finally, a regular greeting. Then again, it makes sense since she's the one you've spent the least amount of time with. That's not saying much though, since you haven't had much opportunity to get to know any member of Red Velvet. "Good to see you again," she says formally.

"Oh shut up Sluggo, you know why we're here." Yeri points up at the menu. "I'll take the mocha--"

"What she means is... Well, can we talk?" Wendy asks, looking more than a little flustered.

"Yeah, totally. I got some muffins for us to share, but I thought it was just going to be the two of--"

"Fuck yeah, bro! Thanks!" Yeri snatches the muffin bag out of your hand and has one halfway in her mouth before you can protest.

Wendy sighs. "Let's sit down, shall we?"

Getting a table with room for four is a simple matter. Seulgi sits opposite from you, Yeri next to her, and Wendy next to you.

Yeri's busy eating both of the muffins you bought, which may be the only reason Wendy is able to finish her thoughts. "So, we don't have a whole lot of time. We're actually-- well, two of us are going to a gig in like fifteen minutes, but you know we're really busy. I mean, of course, you know us, and we've got a thing in fifteen-- Ugh. I'm sorry, I'm so bad at this. How's your day been?"

Normally in all of your previous conversations, short as they have been, you've noticed that Wendy is generally much more confident than this. "Um, pretty good. It's still early though. Just got here myself, so I haven't had time to do much today."

"Oh geez, that's right. I'm sorry, the last few weeks have really just been blending together, you know? So like, you know Yerin right? I mean, of course you know Yerin. So Yerin has been talking to Joy, and you've been brought up in that, and so we know a little bit about you."

You chuckle and scratch the back of your neck. "Ah, crap. If Yerin's been talking about me, I can only imagine the kinds of things she's said." Obviously, your history with Yerin and her perverted attitude can mean one thing.

Seulgi blushes. "Y-yeah. Is it okay that we're talking to you about this?"

"I mean, we haven't really talked about anything specific yet."

"They mean sex." Yeri blurts out, slightly muffled by muffin.

You laugh. Thinking back on Wendy's texts and her vague word choices, you figured she had a serious question for you, but you still can't figure out what it is she wanted to talk to you about. It's a little awkward that she brought two of her group members with her if she's looking for advice, too. "I kind of figured that's what it was about. But hell yeah, I'm an open book. What's on your mind?"

Wendy lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, thank you. I thought I was going to die from my own awkwardness there."

She pauses as a barista walks over with Yeri's drink. You make note of the way, out of the corner of her eye, Yeri watches the barista's ass as she walks away.

Wendy continues with a bright smile that you're a little more used to seeing, "So uh, the three of us are currently looking for something, and wanted to know what your rates are."

You hesitate, piecing together what Wendy just said with the fact that the conversation has been defined as one about sex. "Has Yerin been... saying I'm a prostitute?"

Suddenly, it feels like you're in a pressure cooker. Silence grips the table as the tension rises. Wendy stares at you like a deer in the headlights, her eyes widening slowly and her smile fading.

The sound of the steamer behind the store's counter sets off a chain reaction of noise.

"OH MY GOD," Wendy shouts, "I AM SO SORRY!"

Yeri slaps the table and bursts into laughter, sending crumbs of muffin everywhere. Seulgi is glowing red, shaking all over, and looking frantically between you, Wendy, and the mess Yeri is making.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-- OH GOD--" Wendy grabs your arm with both hands, crushing down as if she's afraid you're about to leave. She lowers her voice to a hushed tone, but speaks at the speed of a runaway train, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean anything by it I supp-- We all support the sex work industry and I'm sorry I didn't me--"

The other two have effectively disappeared. Seulgi, with her arms covering her face and crouched low in her chair. Yeri has fallen to the floor, truly making the scene worse with how hard she's laughing and gasping for air.

For as mildly insulted as you feel, you aren't very surprised, considering Yerin's habit of using insults and crude words as terms of endearment. You smirk and put a hand on Wendy's shoulder. You try to calm her down, but are slightly afraid she won't hear you through her rambling, "Hey, hey. You're good. I'm not a prostitute, but it's fine."

Wendy slows down, but appears to be on the verge of hyperventilation. "I can't believe this. I shouldn't have assumed. Oh god. I am such a dumbass."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around her. She immediately shuts up, face melting into your chest. "You're good, Wendy. Honestly, that's hilarious more than anything."

Yeri is calming down a little as well, with the aid of Seulgi furiously brushing away the streaks of black makeup running off of her eyes. Even so, she can barely manage to get back into her chair, still having giggle fits and clutching at her stomach.

"I might not be one, but I think I can help you out anyway. What exactly are you looking for?" You let go of Wendy and watch her dab at a few tears that started with a napkin.

"No, no. I don't think I can say after all that. I am... so embarrassed right now."

Still fighting to catch her breath, Yeri chimes in, "We're too busy to find dick so she tried to find a way to schedule it. Holy shit, 'Sup? How's your day? How much do you charge for a good time, ho?' Right? Wow, Wendy."

"Yeri! That's not what she said!" Seulgi slaps at Yeri's arm and nervously looks around for anyone who might still be watching.

"Might as well have been! This is the best!"

You can't help but chuckle along with Yeri. You stare in her direction, hoping to get her attention with your next sentence, "You don't have to pay to fuck me."

That shuts Yeri up. She stares back. "Woah, you serious?"

You sit back down and glance at Wendy and Seulgi. They're staring too.

"Yeah, why not? Sounds like fun. Hell, I'd go for it right now, but you've got a gig to get to, right?"

Seulgi shakily raises a hand as if she's asking permission to speak. "O-only two of us are going to that."

Underneath the table, you feel someone's foot sliding up and down your leg. You have no doubt it's Yeri's, as she speaks up again, "Why don't you guess which one of us isn't busy today?"

Yeah. Why don't you?

Options for Part 1 [IMPORTANT (duh)]: 1. (Picked:) Is it Yeri? It seems too obvious, given how eager she obviously is. But she could be straight up trolling you. That seems like something she'd do. If it's her, you imagine you'll end up exhausted soon. She seems to have a LOT of energy to burn.

2. Is it Wendy? She's the one who organized this meetup after all. Maybe she'll ask you to come along as she drops the other members off at their gig. If she's the one, you can guess you'll have a very nice, sweet time. She's got those wifey vibes.

3. Is it Seulgi? She's been very quiet this whole time. She definitely took the time to dress to impress today. Maybe it's you she means to impress. If you're spending the day with her, you have no clue what to expect. You've got to watch out for the quiet ones...

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You look underneath the table and see it is, in fact, Yeri who is stroking your leg with her foot. Her running shoes aren't exactly making it comfortable or sexy.

"I'm going to guess it's you."

"Sure is, babe." Yeri winks. Wendy and Seulgi both groan in unison. Yeri doesn't seem to mind them at all.

"So," Wendy says slowly, "you really meant that about having sex with us? I don't want to pressure you."

You look across the table and see Seulgi biting her lip, not in an intentionally sexy way, but maybe nervously?

"Yup. I'm not free literally all the time, so we might have to actually schedule it, which definitely feels weird, but I'm up for it."

Wendy grins. "Awesome! Thanks! Thanks? Thanks."

"But hey, to be totally clear, why me? You guys know you can have sex with each other, right?"

Seulgi pops in, "We have. It's just... we all want different things that others aren't comfortable with."

"Yeah, getting fucked softly by strapons is boooring," Yeri says. She glares at Wendy.

"H-hey! You know my hip--"

You're about to ask what they all want to do that's so radically different, or why they assume you're okay with all of it, but Wendy's phone alarm goes off.

"Crap. So, can we talk about this later? We have to get to our shoot."

"Totally, sure. Text me when you're off?"

Wendy and Seulgi are already starting to walk away. Yeri has made herself quite comfortable where she is though.

"I'll text you, yeah! Um, are you okay with babysitting that one for a bit?"

Yeri scrunches up her nose. "The fuck, bitch?!"

You laugh. "Yeah, why not?"

Wendy smiles and rushes out the door. Seulgi follows, but only after giving you a polite bow. "See you again soon!"

The busy life of a big three idol, you muse to yourself.

"Hmmm, seems we've got some time to kill, huh?" Yeri leans forward on the table, squeezing her tits through her bulky sweatshirt.

"Guess we do. I have one formal request to have sex with you and another to babysit you. Bit unusual."

Yeri groans. "Yeah fuck that. You realize I'm well into my twenties right? I want your cock, not a bedtime story."

You decide against telling her about the stories you swapped with SinB just a couple nights ago. "Couldn't put you to bed if I wanted to with that extra large mocha you've got there," you say instead.

“You could put me in a bed.”

“Snappy one. I like it.”

Yeri smirks and takes a sip of her coffee. “I don’t mean right now though. I’ve got something in mind already.”

“You mean what you were going to pay me to do?”

“Sure was, ho. Why? You still want the money?”

You sigh. “Well I’m really not in the business. So if you really want to spend something on me, maybe get me some breakfast? You ate mine.”

“You can eat me.”

After you give her a brief, unamused look, she relents. “Okay. Okay. What do you want? You can eat it on the way.”

“I see you like to make assumptions. And I’ll take a smoked salmon bagel.”

“I’m used to my assumptions being met. And I didn’t know they made those here.”

“Do you assume you’re going to get your way today? And they’re delicious.”

“Maybe I do assume that. I guess we’ll see. And I’ll have one too.”

Yeri hops off of her seat and goes back to the counter to put in your order. Thanks to the lack of a line or crowd, the bagels are ready by the time you’ve followed her. You open the bag.

“Four? Feeling hungry this morning?”

“Oh I’m starving for dick, but only one of those is for me. The others are for you. You’ll need the energy.”

“Question.” You stop, The Lounge’s front door half open in your hand. “Do you always speak so boldly and then follow it up immediately with something vague?”

She smirks and you watch as one of her hands slides around your waist and traces your butt before giving it a tight squeeze. She reaches past you with her other hand and pulls the door open the rest of the way so she can step outside, slowly twirling around you. “No,” she says, “Sometimes, I don’t speak.”

Smooth, you think.

The walk to wherever Yeri is taking you is a pleasant one. She takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. She walks in sync with you. She makes easy conversation about work, food, and ideal local vacation spots. She nibbles on her bagel slowly enough that she finishes right about when you finish all three of yours. You almost forget that less than an hour ago she was making lewd comments about hiring you for sex, and that she is currently taking you to a location where she intends to fuck you.

It’s not long before you reach a building that she pulls you into, swiping a key card to open the door. The inside isn’t particularly remarkable, and you don’t see any signs anywhere that would reveal the building’s purpose. Three flights of stairs going up and one more key card swipe through a door, and you find yourself in a small gym.

One wall is effectively a single giant mirror like a dance studio would have, and there’s a variety of equipment you recognize as being for pilates as well as weight training and a treadmill. The floor is ever so slightly spongy-soft, it’s well lit when she flips on the lights, there’s a large potted fern in one corner with a small stereo next to it, and it’s otherwise undecorated. It smells like sweat.

“Personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Personal, private gym,” Yeri says. She drops her purse and kicks off her shoes next to the door, motioning for you to do the same.

“Not that I’m complaining, but couldn’t we have used a room at The Lounge, or your place, or mine?”

“Maybe. But I’m comfortable here. And there aren’t any company bitches here to get on my case for getting our freak on.”

Yeri walks into the middle of the room and pulls her hoodie over her head. It turns out she was only wearing a purple sports bra underneath.

Although she is still fully dressed as far as modern societal standards are concerned, you find yourself staring at her incredibly sexy body as if it’s totally exposed. Her leggings are exactly as skin-tight as you were hoping, practically revealing her firm ass. If she’s even wearing anything underneath them, you can’t tell. But as she lifts her arms above her head to toss her hoodie behind her and to stretch, it’s her mostly bare back and the toned muscle running up and down either side of her spine that catches you off guard. You can’t take your eyes away. She looks at you in the mirror and catches you staring.

“I’m glad you like,” she says, putting one finger between her teeth in the corner of her mouth and giving you a sultry look you didn’t think she was capable of. She twists to look at you over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

You remove your jacket and pull your shirt off. While it’s over your eyes, you hear padding footsteps coming your way, followed by a body being pressed up against yours. By the time your shirt is totally off, her hands are sliding up your back. This is one seriously forward idol you’re dealing with.

“So here we are. I picked the location. What’s next?” Yeri asks, “I’ve got a naughty thought or two, but maybe you have an idea you want to surprise me with.”

Options for Part 2:

1. No surprise, nothing fancy. Just get naked and get started. 2. There must be a shower in this building if it contains gyms. Ask her to take you there and you can get her wet all over. 3. (Picked:) Yeri was literally going to hire you for this, and “naughty thoughts” sound fun. Ask her what those are all about.

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“Naughty thoughts huh? Why don’t you tell me about those?”

Yeri grimaces and looks off to the side. “Uh...”

“Uh…” You look down at her, confused. “What? What.”

“I was, you know.”

You hesitate…

“No! I don’t know! What?!”

“Like, I was expecting you to just rip off my bra or pants and go to town, you know?”

“But you said you have naughty thoughts. Why wouldn’t I ask about those?”

“I don’t know! I was counting on you not asking about them!”

You rub your eyes. You’re about to ask why she would bother bringing up the option if she was going to make such a big deal out of it, but she speaks first.

“I want to get fucked while I’m working out.”

“That’s it?” you ask after a moment of hesitation.

“It’s not all I want to do.”

“Well, care to share with the rest of the class? Or are you too embarrassed about having really normal-sounding kinks?”

Yeri shoves you back and takes a few steps toward the pilates equipment. “Are we doing this or not?”

“I’m all for it.”

She grabs the sides of her bra and with no small amount of difficulty pulls it off over her head. You easily forget about the awkwardness as you watch her breasts squeeze out slowly and eventually drop the rest of the way.

Yeri's breasts live up to the hype. When she beckons you over to her (in the same way you would beckon for a dog, annoyingly), you realize your opportunity to touch them for yourself is at hand. Literally.

You grab her by the shoulders first though, spinning her around so she's facing the pilates bench and the mirror. You wrap your arms under hers to feel her tits from behind. They're more than your hands can take in a single grasp. But you're not in this for speed. You bend down to kiss her neck, which gets a satisfied growl from her.

"Bite me," she says. It's not a softly spoken statement, and it's right next to your ear thanks to your positioning, so you're stunned for about half a second.

You do as she demands, taking a small bit of her neck between your teeth and sucking. If she wants hickeys you won't argue.

You're rewarded with a smack on the top of the head. Confused with her behavior again, you pull away.

"I didn't say nibble. I said bite."

"Oh. Uh, sure."

"Like, draw blood."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah! Like, if you're gonna bite, it's gotta be hard! Really get your canine teeth in there, right? Just fucking give it to me."

You stare at her for a moment. "Let's, um, start with the exercise thing first, yeah?"

Seeming suddenly confident again, Yeri hops onto the pilates bench and flips herself upside-down using the bars. She stretches herself out into a position you imagine can't be easy to hold for long. "Sure, if you can reach me."

You squint at her for just a second. She's switching between embarrassment and confidence so fast you can't figure out what's really going on. But at least right now, she seems fine.

Standing up on the bench, you find you’re at nearly the perfect height to put your face between her legs. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. You grab the waistband of her leggings and pull them down to her knees. Underneath, absolutely nothing. No underwear, no hair. Just a completely bare pussy and smooth ass tensed with the effort of holding her body weight in an upward arch.

It’s a tight fit getting your head between her legs, given that she doesn’t have a lot of space to spread them apart. The reward is worth the trouble.

You flatten your tongue against her pussy to give it a full, long lick. She responds with a long, breathy moan. And since she gives you no reason to stop, you do it again, and again, and again. Each time, Yeri shivers just a little bit, making it obvious how much she’s enjoying herself.

Hands on either side of her hips, just touching for the sake of touching and not holding her up, you close your eyes and focus on your work. Not work. You’re not getting paid for this. Stop thinking about that.

She’s got a mellow taste as far as you can tell. It’s got the tang you would expect, but it’s maybe a little musky. You don’t try to distract yourself, but trying to figure out how Yeri tastes the same way men’s cologne smells is really messing with your head.

It’s when her hips suddenly drop away from your hands that you realize she has been holding herself in place for several minutes. She’s breathing heavily and she doesn’t fall only because her leggings are caught on your shoulders. She doesn’t seem seriously exhausted or anything though. Maybe this was just the first rep.

“Tired?” you ask anyway.

“I also want to try pet play.”

You stare down at Yeri. You’re sure you heard the words that came out of her mouth correctly, but they weren’t the answer to your question. “So… hang on. Back up. What?”

“You know. Meow.” Holding herself up with one hand, she uses the other to make the classic neko paw.

You tilt your head and rub your temples. “Alright. Um, I think we should probably work out what’s really happening here. You gave me a lot to work with.”

Yeri hoists her legs back over your head and stands on the bench again, kicking her leggings off the rest of the way. “Yeah! What do you think? Those are my ideas!”

“They are varied.”

“Is that good or bad?” Suddenly Yeri looks embarrassed again.

“No! They’re good! I’m not here to kink shame you. I don’t know if I’m really into all of that, or if they can all be incorporated into a single session, but I’m totally up for some of it.”

Session? This isn’t an appointment, and this isn’t my job! you think, furiously. You’re suddenly worried if every minor reference to work or professionalism is going to sound like it’s connected to sex from now on.

Yeri smirks, “Oh, okay. That’s fair. Anything sounds good! What do you want to do… with me?” She punctuates the last two words by grabbing her tits and winking at you.

Deadline for this vote is 12/20 at 12:00 UTC! No guarantees on how fast Part 4 will come out, but work should slow down soon, and it’s not like I’ll be going anywhere for a holiday because of this virus, so you can probably expect Part 5 and maybe also another short over that weekend! Options for Part 3: 1. (Picked:) Workout sex sounds like it will wear you out, but getting sweaty with a partner has never been a problem before! 2. Pet play? What was that meow about?! Maybe you want her to play a cat, or you can convince her she'd be something else? 3. Oh fuck, right. Yeri likes vampires. Bite her. [Warning for blood stuff, though not super gory or anything Red Flavor joke]

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“Tell me more about this workout sex,” you say. To avoid letting the mood die down any more than your confusion already might have you inch forward, one hand on Yeri’s breast, the other wrapping around the small of her back. You pull her in closer toward you and put your mouth to hers.

Yeri hums into your kiss. She takes a moment to enjoy it before she pulls back. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, like what I said.” She comes in for a couple more small kisses and continues, “I work out. While I do that, you fuck me.”

You bring her back into the kiss, keeping it chaste for now. At least, as chaste as you can get while you’re more than half naked and she’s completely naked and you’re discussing exactly how you’re about to bang.

“I can start over there and bench while I suck your cock.”

You moan your agreement into another kiss.

“Then I can do my squats on it while you take your turn benching.”

You moan your “Huh?” into another kiss.

“Then you can do your squats by pile driving me into the floor.”

So it seems she plans on you working out too.

“So? Are we going to do this?” Yeri holds you back.

You take a deep breath. Whatever higher power you believe in has brought you this far. You’re not going to let it down.

“Why don’t you get down there and find out?”

Yeri practically jumps across the room. She grabs a couple of dumbbells and immediately gets into bench press position.

When you walk over, ditching the rest of your clothes on the way, Yeri looks up at you and smirks. She wiggles the weights around and, in a sing-song voice, says, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb.”

You stand above her, unsure how to respond.

“Get it? Dumb Dumb? Dumbbells? The weights?”

“Uh, no?”

“What?! That’s like, a classic!”

“Is that one of yours?”

“Yes! You haven’t heard it?!”

“You just called your own song a classic.”

Yeri rolls her eyes. “Not classic as in old. As in-- I’m about to suck your dick, so laugh at my jokes.”

That makes you actually snort back a laugh. “Okay, I guess I get it now.”

She smiles and hangs her head off the edge of the bench. You make your way next to her head and she licks her lip at the sight of your dick at nearly her eye level.

“Just don’t go too hard okay? I’ve got a gag reflex.”

You crouch just enough so that your dick touches her lips, which she happily opens. The moment her tongue reaches out and touches you, you feel a bit weak in the knees. How you’re going to keep this up and also do real exercise, you have no idea.

Yeri cautiously starts pumping her weights up and down at her sides. You take the same slow pace with moving back and forth. After the mention of her gag reflex you don’t dare thrust for real, keeping it to an inch or so at a time. Yeri more than makes up for the lack of depth with her tongue though, twirling and curling it around randomly.

Thankfully there’s a bar across the bench that you can lean on to prevent a total collapse. Just beneath your head, you watch as Yeri’s chest and arms flex to push the weights up, then relax and spread out as she lowers them. The steady motion, the subtle definition of her body, and her heavy tits are a sight to behold, and so behold it all you do.

Yeri’s tongue sweeps across the bottom of your dick, and you feel a burning desire to be deeper inside of her. You decide to try your luck and push forward a bit farther. She doesn’t so much as lose the tempo in her lifting, so you go farther. Too much more and you’re sure you’re going to hurt her, but her legs are spread to either side of the bench, leaving something else open that you could probably get much deeper in.

You’re suddenly jolted back to awareness by the sound of weights slamming to the floor. Yeri grabs your hips and holds you tightly in place. You think she may have forgotten about the exercise after all with how intensely she’s sucking. But then, she pushes you away and gasps for air.

“That’s one set down!” She grins up at you and strokes your dick.

“Isn’t it bad etiquette to drop your weights like that?”

“Personal, private gym, remember? My gym, my rules.”

“Well not to break your rules, but I want to try something else in your next set.”

“Why? Didn’t you like that?”

“Oh I did, but that’s just the problem. You’ve got me worked up now, and I’m having a hard time holding back.”

Yeri gulps, and you see her whole body shiver. “I-I mean, I’ll try.” She picks her dumbbells off the floor and lays back again, sticking her tongue out and opening her mouth wide.

“I didn’t mean deepthroat! I just meant I wanted to fuck your pussy.”

You aren’t sure if Yeri’s sigh is one of disappointment or relief. “Ah, I see. Well by all means go for it!”

She scoots herself down the bench so her head isn’t hanging off and starts her next set. You walk around her slowly, just taking in the sight, admiring her again. She’s clearly used to the exercise, because her skin is just barely starting to show a few dots of sweat.

Once you’re between her legs, it’s a simple matter to crouch again just a little to maintain the correct height. You couldn’t see it from your previous angle, but Yeri is soaking wet. It’s only been a few minutes really, but already there’s a puddle underneath her. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for contributing to that.

Yeri’s entrance is tight, but pushing into her is smooth sailing with how much natural lube she’s producing. Every time she lifts her weights, her muscles tense and she subtly clenches down around you. You might have thought this was a weird concept to begin with, but you’re definitely on board now. Not quite in time with her lifts, you thrust in and out. Looking down, you can see her toes curling. She’s clearly putting in a lot of effort not to squirm out of position.

“Seems like you’re having fun, huh?”

You don’t get an answer. You’re slightly annoyed that she seems to be ignoring you, but you realize she’s probably trying to count reps. But it would be fun if you could make her lose track…

You put your hands on either side of the bench and get a good grip, preparing to turn into a fucking machine.

Unfortunately, you’re the one who gets a surprise when Yeri drops her weights again. Her head shoots up to yours for a needy, open-mouthed kiss. Her damp body presses against yours.

“This is...” she says between the moments she has her tongue in your mouth, “so much better… than trying it… with a dildo!”

You try to push Yeri away so you can get a word in, but her arms and legs are both clamped around you. You give in and lower her down so she’s on her back again, putting you right where you need to be so you can roll your hips.

Yeri squeals and her grip on you gets even tighter. “More!” she shouts when she pulls away for a half a second.

You strain to get your hands under her arms and break out of her grasp. Her nails rake across your back quite painfully as you do, but you manage to pin her arms to her sides. She glares up at you, biting her lip and giggling.

“More?” she asks this time.

“Don’t you have one more set to do? Isn’t three sets a thing?”

Yeri scowls. “I changed my mind. It’s your turn to bench. I need to do my squats right now.”

You roll your hips again. You watch, amused, as Yeri’s fingers clench at the air over and over again. You’re a little worried about what might happen when you let her go, considering she seemed to have some kind of blood fetish. But then again, she might just not be trying all that hard to get away. She’s the one with a fairly athletic career and a workout plan after all.

Even so, you can’t help but tease her with another roll of your hips. You have difficulty finding your own words with how good she feels, tight around your cock. “It was your idea to get fucked while you worked out. I’m just holding you to your word, you know.”

A sly smile curls across Yeri’s face, though it trembles when you grind into her again. “I’m keeping my word! I normally only do two sets at a time!”

“I’m not so sure I believe that.” Her legs let up a bit, so you use the leeway to get in a short thrust.

“You calling me a liar?”

“Of course not. Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t call me a liar you get to pick what hole I fuck you with while you’re benching.”

She makes a valid argument.

Deadline for this vote will be 12/26 at 6:00 UTC (just in case some of you will be too busy the day before with holiday stuff) Options for Part 4: 1. No complaints from you if she continues with her pussy! 2. Then again, you’ve got a thing for anal, and she’s offering. 3. She could give you a blowjob. It seems like she wants the practice. 4. (Picked:) But also… Yeri is the first person in one of these stories with big enough boobs for a titfuck.

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“Well since you’re definitely done with your sets, and since you’re not lying, you wouldn’t mind titfucking me?”

A few quiet moments go by. Yeri puts a hand on her chin, looking down between your bodies, then to her boobs, then at the dumbells on either side of her. She reaches down to grab the weights again.

“There’s lube in my bag. Grab that first.”

You smile and pull out of her pussy, which makes both of you take a sharp breath at the same time. “Doing more benches huh?”

“Well obviously. This is workout sex. I can’t give you a tit job while I’m squatting, so the best solution is for me to focus extra hard on my arms - which is definitely more than I normally do - so you can stand over me.”

Her bluff is pretty obvious, but it’s amusing, and you’re still getting what you asked for so you’re not going to push your luck by calling her out. This is something you’ve been trying to convince Yerin to try for a while, but she’s brushed it off every time. So if you aren’t getting a boob job here, you’re not sure when or even if you’ll have the chance again.

The lube you find in Yeri’s bag is vanilla scented. While you take a moment to enjoy the smell, Yeri lies down and starts another set with her six kilo weights.

You move to stand over her chest and enjoy watching her muscles work again from a different angle. This time you watch her breasts in particular, putting a hand down to lightly cup one and brush your thumb over her nipple. Much like before, Yeri’s focus on her workout is uncanny. You can’t get her to break, so you decide to help yourself.

You pour a generous amount of the lube into Yeri’s cleavage, smearing it all over. Your dick is still wet from her pussy, but this stuff will certainly last longer. The pleasant smell and the sight of her wet breasts turn on your instincts again. You lower yourself until your dick is resting on her, and you squeeze her tits together.

It’s not nearly as tight as anything else you’ve experienced today, of course, but it’s no less of an incredible feeling. When you start to move back and forth is when you realize how heavenly it is, even if it involves some extra effort. As you slide through Yeri’s cleavage, you notice the tiniest glance down from her. Is she losing her focus?

You smirk and reposition your hands a bit so you can casually rub her nipples between your fingers. Again, a small glance down. This time, it’s accompanied by the corners of her lips moving up.

“If you’re enjoying this already, wait until your hands are free to help out.”

“Ssshut up.”

Her arms tremble for a second. It would make sense if she’s getting distracted by the fact that she’s working out. But she hasn’t done that much, has she? Six kilos isn’t too crazy for an athletic idol like herself. You take a look over to the side again when her arms come all the way up.

There’s a mostly worn off line right before the six. She’s lifting nearly triple what you thought she was. Suddenly, you find yourself concerned with where they might land if she drops them again, given where your feet are, and you resolve to not distract her anymore.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to stop the titfucking of course.

You shift your feet back a little and have to lean forward, but you manage to get back into rhythm quickly. You slide in time with her lifting. The next time you look at her face, Yeri’s eyes are screwed shut and she’s biting her lip.

You aren’t able to contain a groan, and her eyes snap open and look into yours. She gives you a smile and after one last pump of her weights, she tosses them (thankfully) to the sides. Her hands clasp over the top of yours. Her breaths are labored, but she speaks through them just fine.

“I’m helping now. What am I waiting for?”

You pull one of your hands from under hers. It takes you no time at all to find her clit. Her knees come up to trap your arm there, as if you needed the additional encouragement. You circle it slowly with your fingers.

“Oh, I see now.” Yeri’s voice is quiet and her mouth quivers. She looks down at your cockhead poking out of her cleavage with hunger in her eyes.

You take your other hand away from hers, but only so you can put it back on top, where you guide her into kneading her breasts around your dick. She quickly picks up on the hint and squeezes down. She even takes the initiative and lifts her head to try to lick you as you thrust.

Unfortunately, she can’t quite reach, but you’re not going to let her effort go to waste. You hover your now free hand next to her pouty lips. You quickly go back in your mind to when she was very interested in biting, but you’ve already sealed your fate, and her mouth is wrapped around two of your fingers.

Something about watching her dutifully crushing her tits against your thrusting dick and sweetly sucking on your fingers with her eyes closed sets you off. You barely have the time to say, “I’m cumming.”

In that moment, Yeri’s eyes reopen and catch yours. She makes no move to change what she’s doing. So with one last thrust, you groan in ecstasy and orgasm.

Your cum first hits the bottom of her chin, then lands on her neck, then seeps out onto her chest, directed into different directions by her collarbone. She hardly reacts where you can see it, keeping her eyes locked onto yours and wrapping her tongue around your middle finger.

On the other hand, literally, her legs wrap around your arm and roughly pull your hand until it’s fully connected with her pussy. Your brain is still in a mid-orgasm haze, but it’s easy enough to realize what you’re supposed to be doing. You oblige, dipping two fingers inside her. That gets a happy hum out of Yeri, which you feel directly vibrating up your hand.

After you blink the stars out of your eyes, you look down and see that Yeri is scooping at your cum to bring it to her mouth. She sucks it in without letting go of your fingers. You would protest at the awkwardness of feeling your semen being swirled around your knuckles, but the greediness she displays is way too sexually charged for you to care about things like that anymore.

Eventually, she vacuums all of it down and off your hand, swallows, and releases you. She gives you an expectant look, eyebrows raised and mischievous smile plastered across her face.

You continue to finger her, but her eyes don’t move from yours. “Um. Wow, damn,” you say, not sure what else she wants.

Yeri’s eyebrows go higher. “You’re not going to mention…”

“Your amazing body? Or how hot it is when you’re sweating like that?”

Her smile turns into an absolute shit-eating grin. “Protein shakes are good after exercise!”

You bite your cheek to keep from… laughing? An exasperated sigh? You’re not sure, with how terrible and cliché of a line that would have been.

“Yup. Definitely something like that.”

Yeri giggles and pushes you back so she can sit up. She takes the hand you were fingering her with now. “So you still up for more? Joy says Yerin says you can usually go more than once.”

She starts to lick her juices off of your hand. You can’t help but admire her weird pervertedness.

Deadline for the Part 5 vote will be 1/1 at 12:00 UTC (because I am guaranteed not to work that day!) Options for Part 5: 1. Of course you’re still up for more, as long as you don’t have to deal with more of this workout bullshit! 2. (Picked:) You’ll do more, but only after she does the squats she said she was going to do. She doesn’t get to half ass her workout just because you’re here! 3. Nope. You’re out of here. See you around, sloot! 4. Maybe. But you'd actually like to maybe get to know Yeri a little first? You kind of jumped into this real fast.

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“What? You’re already done with your workout? You’ve barely done anything though.”

Yeri gives you a dirty look. “I’d normally do more, duh. But you’re here right now.”

“Yeah, to fuck you while you work out.”

“Yeah, which you did.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, but that’s fine. I got what I wanted.”

“Do you want to?”

Yeri looks over at the squatting rack, chewing her lip. “I wouldn’t mind, but it’s hard to make me cum. And it would be dangerous while I’ve got something really heavy on top of me.”

“Challenge accepted then.”

She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You go hard on the rest of your workout and I’ll do the best I can to make you cum once you’re done.”

Yeri doesn’t say anything. She walks over to the rack though, and leans back against it. She looks you up and down, straight-faced.

“If you don’t cum, it’s not like you’re not getting your money’s worth.”

She still says nothing, her eyes landing on your dick.

“Because you’re not paying me for this. Because I’m not a prostitute…” You shrug, unsure of how to proceed when you’re being stared down naked.

“Let’s do it. I want to see if you can do it.”

“If I can? Well, what is it that makes it so hard to make you cum?”

Yeri bends over to grab some weights to put on the bar. “I dunno. If I knew, I wouldn’t have the problem.”

“You nervous?”

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before.”

“Uncomfortable maybe?”

“No, I’m fine. A bit restless, but who isn’t?” Yeri stands under the bar, adjusting herself so her back is comfortably in the curve.

“I know a couple other people like that. We’ll do a little bit of experimenting. Maybe it will work, maybe it won’t.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Good enough huh?”

“Yup.”

“Sounds unenthusiastic. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I asked you for another round, remember? I just don’t want you getting your hopes up.”

You laugh. “Everything I could have hoped for is standing in front of me nude and about to do squats.”

Yeri chuckles and picks the bar off the rack. “Greasy.”

You just smile and watch as she does the first squat. It looks effortless. You don’t know enough about form to judge it, but it seems like it’s been practiced for quite some time. It’s smooth on the way down, and smooth on the way up. Graceful, even.

The grace of the action is slightly undercut by the fact that she is of course still naked, a little sweaty, and her chest is completely covered in lube. But that makes it no less attractive to you.

As she does more, you walk around, getting a good view from every angle. The mirror wall ensures that if she wants to, she can see you as well. But she seems focused again, staring herself in the eye.

Her breaths are labored. She inhales deeply as she goes down and exhales loudly as she comes up. Her skin starts to glisten all over as her effort comes out in her sweat. You reach out to touch her, but you suddenly get an idea and step back. Shortly after, she sets the bar back on the rack with a heavy sigh.

“What’s up? You can touch. It’s encouraged.”

You go back to her purse and pull out a water bottle you had seen earlier. “I’m going to hold off on touching you for a minute. I like this. I’m changing the plan. I’m not touching you until I can see how much effort you’re putting into this.”

A smirk creeps up one side of Yeri’s mouth. “You’re on,” she says. She catches the water bottle when you toss to her and takes a swig from it. Then she puts another five kilogram weight on either side of the bar.

As she gets into the next set, you move next to her and sit down on the floor. “Look at these hard-working legs,” you say. She didn’t respond the last time you talked to her, but she can still hear you… you assume. This is mostly just you saying your thoughts out loud, but you hope she’s paying attention.

“Taking on all of this to maintain the look of a perfect idol, but healthy. Damn, I would kill for your dedication.”

Glancing at the mirror you see another tiny smile on Yeri’s face.

“What would you say the ratio is? Your effort and practice versus your natural talent. What amount of each is it that makes your performances look so easy? Because watching you right now it has to be at least sixty percent or more in favor of the exercise.”

You reach out again like you’re going to touch her as she comes down, but you keep your hand just far enough away.

“And not just what you do, but the way this body of yours looks. If I wasn’t watching you sculpt it right now, I’d have figured it was sculpted by some Greek god. Belongs in a fucking art museum if you ask me.”

Your hand hovers extremely close to Yeri’s leg. You can actually feel the heat of her body, way above what you’d normally feel coming off a person. It’s like she’s a human furnace. And the amount of sweat on her is very noticeable now.

The bar catches on the rack again and Yeri bends over to grab the water again, drinking a few more swallows of it this time. “Museum my ass,” she says through a breathy laugh.

“That’s what I’m saying! One more set, right?”

Yeri stretches her arms, prompting you to wonder why she didn’t stretch before the workout. Your narrator says you shouldn’t think about it because it’s really hard to remember all of those kinds of details, and that’s not the point of word porn. But yes, you should be careful and stretch before working out.

“That’s right. I hope you’re ready to go again because I’m seriously wanting more.”

“Absolutely,” you say. You stand up and run a hand over Yeri’s butt and up her back, pressing roughly. “I don’t think I’ve even gone soft once since I had this scene in front of me.”

Yeri groans and rolls her shoulders as you touch them. “I can stop now, you know. I could go for the fucking right now.”

“I know, I know. But you’re not done yet. And I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying watching this.” You take your hand away and look Yeri in the eye via the mirror wall. “Hell, I might just have to convince you to do more.”

Without another word, Yeri gets underneath the bar again and picks it up. “If you’re so eager to see more, then…” She cuts herself off and dips into another squat.

Your eyes trace her from the floor up as you circle around. Yeri's thighs tremble from the weight. Her ass spreads from the movement. Her chest heaves from her breaths. Her lips part in just a way that you consider telling her to drop the bar so you can kiss her, but you're committed to watching her finish.

Rather than tempt yourself with the sight of her lips, you look up at her eyes. But you quickly regret it, as she looks back at yours. Her normally bright, mischievous eyes turn into black holes that you can't escape from. You feel a drop of your own sweat curl its way down your cheek.

“Holy shit, Yeri. I can’t wait to fuck you again, but at the same time, seeing this is too incredible to stop.”

Yeri is the one who breaks the gaze first, scrunching up her eyes. You look down again to see the trembling in her legs has gotten pretty bad.

"This is more weight than you usually use, huh?"

"Y-yup."

"How many left?"

"Three."

"Five."

"What the fu--"

You interrupt her with a kiss, since she's fully upright. The heat of the fire inside her drafts into your mouth. You don't want to stop, but you manage to pull away. "Just do five."

She looks up at you, her mouth gaped open. "Kay,"

As Yeri dips down, you walk around her again. Behind her, you put your hands out over her shoulders to spot her when she's back at your height. "Four more."

Yeri glances at you in the mirror, but quickly shuts her eyes again and goes down. You follow to make sure she's safe, but keep your hands off the bar.

Back at the top again, you continue the countdown. "Three."

Yeri doesn’t open her eyes this time. You just follow her down again, lightly resting your wrists against her shoulders to make sure she knows you're there. Her whole body is quivering as she rises again.

She gasps loudly when she's upright. "Keep breathing," you remind her, "Only two more."

"Shit," is the one word she gets out before she goes again. There's a moment when she reaches the bottom that she hesitates, and you fear she's going to drop the bar. You brace your arms, but Yeri clearly isn't one to disappoint. She rises again, shaking like a leaf.

You feel a little bad when she's all the way up again, as she is clearly already beyond what she's comfortable with. Even so, you're confident you can keep her from hurting herself, so you lean forward next to her ear and say very softly, "Just one more."

It seems she's got nothing more to say, because she immediately goes down for the last squat. You nearly lose your balance following her this time.

She squirms as she starts to lift herself up for the last time. The sweat practically pours off of her.

Her form must be a little off too, because the bar knocks against one of the middle rungs on the rack. She jerks back. A struggled croak comes out of her throat, and you can see her face screwed up in the mirror, with the tiniest bit of black eyeliner running down one side of her face. You're just about to grab the bar and push it up the rest of the way, but you barely have the time to make the move when she huffs and practically jumps up the rest of the way.

The bar lands on the rack safely, but Yeri's knees buckle and she starts to collapse forward. Thankfully with how close you are, you're able to catch her almost immediately, and avoid smacking your head on the bar too.

Her skin, even through her sweat, is practically hot enough to burn your hands. You help her lay down on her back and grab her water bottle, opening it and holding it ready.

Despite your concern, you're feeling extremely turned on. Her beautiful chest rises and falls rapidly. Her whole body absolutely shines. And on her face, closed eyes and a satisfied smile.

You put the water bottle to her lips and tilt so just a little trickles into her mouth. "Stay hydrated," you say simply. Yeri complies and gulps down the stream of water.

When you take away the half empty bottle, Yeri groans and uses her arm to roll herself onto her stomach. "Fuck me already."

That's a request you're happy to fulfill. You position yourself over her and spread her ass apart with your thumbs. Your dick is still covered in lube from earlier, and she's pretty slippery right now too…

A pleased hum from Yeri is the last encouragement you need, and you slide into her ass much more easily than you would have expected. Yeri's moan is muffled by the floor.

"So I keep going, eh?"

"Mmmfffmm."

You lift her pelvis up a bit so you can get a hand underneath and on her clit like before. You rub slowly, to match the slow thrusting into her ass. She doesn't move at all, but her moans keep coming. Much like earlier, her pussy is absolutely drenching your hand, so you assume you're doing something right.

Now that you're in full contact with her body, you can feel her heat again. It's hot enough to be uncomfortable, but considering what you just convinced her to do, you don't think your comfort is worth stopping for.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

Yeri lifts her head enough to respond coherently. "My legs fucking hurt."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that. You just looked so good doing that. Do you need some time to cool do--"

"Don't you dare get off of me."

"Woah! Noted. Nice."

Yeri rests her head on her arms. "The burn is worth it."

"Good to hear. I enjoyed it too."

"Oh? You didn't do much though. After this," she takes an extra deep breath. Whether it's because of something you did or her exhaustion you're not sure. "After this, you can do an actual workout you know. I think it's only fair if you take a turn, right?"

Ummm… is it fair?

Literally only even putting this in because this part was starting to get too long and I need to try to keep them short for my own sanity LOL *dies inside*. So the deadline for Part 6 will be Jan. 4th at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 6: 1. (Picked:) Of course! You’ve been looking forward to your chance this whole time. You’ll happily get your lift on! Save you a trip to your gym! 2. Sure, if you have to. But maybe it’s something you can discuss when you’re not in the middle of this? 3. You don’t want to work out. That wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you came in, but you’re not going to say that now. 4. No way. You’re here to fuck Yeri. If you’re going to work out, you’ll do it on your own time!

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In the time it takes you to pull almost all of the way out and slide all the way back in, you’ve made a decision. “Yeah, fuck it. Maybe you can give me a solid tip or two. I could probably use the exercise anyway.”

“I don’t know. Feels like you’re fine to me, but I’m happy to help if I can.”

“Aw, how flattering. And to think I considered saying no.”

Yeri fidgets a little bit. “That would have been okay. Either way, I don’t want you to stop what you’re doing now.”

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to.”

“But don’t forget. It’s okay if I don’t cum.”

“You know, that’s alright. I’m just going to make this as pleasurable for you as I can while I have you underneath me. Let’s not worry about the orgasm right now.”

Yeri holds her head up long enough to look at you in the mirror and say, “Oh my, you caught on. Thank you. But about the orgasm… I do like the idea of your cum in my ass.”

You’re not going to bother arguing against that. If that’s what she wants, you’re happy to provide.

You give Yeri’s ass a few more long, slow, languid thrusts. All the while, you keep a steady pace on her clit.

For as tired as she must be, Yeri doesn’t leave all of the work to you. She grinds her hips in tiny circles and clenches down on her pelvis. She must be doing some kind of exercise for that too, because you know for a fact both Eunha and Yerin have never been able to do that quite as effectively as Yeri is now (though you do feel a sense of deja vu and the name Seungyeon briefly pops into your head). You have to pause each time she does it, and you’re not sure if you’re annoyed by it or if it’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced.

At the end of an extra long stroke, Yeri reaches behind herself and lays her wrist on the back of your neck, pulling you down so your mouth is next to her ear. You take it as a hint, so you nibble and kiss around the outer edge.

Yeri giggles in a low tone. Her fingers stretch their way into your hair and lightly scratch back and forth.

The sensual tone of the moment overtakes your sensibilities for just a second. Just long enough for you to back up and drive in with one powerful thrust. You hear Yeri’s breath catch in her mouth and you bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, just above and behind her collarbone.

It wasn’t your intention to bite especially hard, but you were a little caught up. Yeri’s caught breath turns into the very first bit of a scream before it catches once again. Her fingers spasm on the back of your head, and every other part of her body that’s in contact with yours tenses up.

You also don’t intend to stop. You don’t quite pound into her the same way, but you do move faster than you were moving before. You change your angle to be more vertical, and you manage to get a couple of fingers around Yeri’s clit.

“Oh god,” Yeri manages to say.

Her ass clenches down on your cock painfully hard. Her whole body freezes up, and the hand on your head feels like it’s stuck. You’re just able to keep thrusting. It seems that’s exactly what you needed to do, too.

Yeri screams out incoherently. You’re a little thankful that she’s facing away from you and into the floor, because you feel like you might have lost your eardrums otherwise. Even as it is, your ears hurt.

Her hand falls away and pats the floor. Her voice is much weaker now. “I came… I came,” she mutters.

You cock an eyebrow up. It wasn’t as hard to make that happen as you were led to believe, especially for anal sex. Fully hilted in, you grind your hips around. “That was easy.”

“Shut uuup,” her voice sounds hoarse. You look to the side to make sure the water didn’t get knocked over at any point, because you get the feeling she’ll need it. “It doesn’t usually happen… like that.”

“What do you think was different?”

“I don’t know… the clit stuff maybe?”

“You don’t get your clit played with often?”

“No, I… I said shut up! Can you… let me up?”

You hold back a laugh and do as she asks. Untangling yourself is slightly difficult with her dead weight on your arm, but you help out by pulling her over onto her back and handing her the water bottle.

Looking down at your hand now that it’s free, you see it’s completely soaked. You must not have noticed how wet she was getting with all of the heat and being distracted by the intense fucking. And right where she was just lying down, there’s practically a lake. You’re not sure where her sweat ends and where her sexual fluid begins (but you have a pretty good idea).

Yeri drags herself up into a sitting position against the squatting rack and finishes off the rest of the water. “Well now my legs and my ass are going to be sore for days. Good thing I’m only MCing stuff I can sit down for.”

“Are you going to be okay with that? After that scream, your voice is a little bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll just tell them I’ve got a little cold. They’ll buy anything.”

The two of you smirk at each other.

“God damn though, that was good. Is it weird to say thanks for that?”

You chuckle. “Nah. And you’re welcome. Will you need more water?”

“I’m dehydrated as fuck now, so yes. But there’s a vending machine right down the hall. But this was enough to hold me over for a minute. What are you looking to do?”

Yeri gestures around the room. There’s quite a bit of equipment you could try out.

This will be another short vote period! Voting will close on 1/6 at 12:00 UTC. Options for Part 7: 1. The bench is free. That’s pretty basic stuff, and probably where you’re most confident in showing off. 2. She’s got a leg press machine so you can destroy your legs like Yeri just did. Actually that would have been very convenient earlier… 3. (Picked:) Try your hand (and the rest of your body) at pilates! You don’t know what to do, but you’re sure to get a laugh! 4. You lied! You’re out of here! HA!

~~~~~

You point up at the pilates setup and Yeri laughs.

"Yeah! This will be great! You're totally the graceful type."

You're not sure if that's sarcasm you detect in her voice, but you shrug it off. Her laugh is what you wanted to hear and you're already successful in that.

"Oh of course," you say with a very false confidence, "You know they call me the pilates master? Because they do."

You step over and lift yourself onto the device. You grab a hold of it the same way Yeri did before. At least, you’re close. You're not exactly sure.

Very carefully, you step your way up the bars and find yourself horizontal. Then you go further and completely lose your sense of direction, though you think you might be upside down. The blood rushes to your ears but you still hear the sound of Yeri giggling across the room.

“You weren’t kidding. That’s a super advanced move.”

“Yup. I invented it,” you say, pretending to be sure of yourself despite the disorientation, “I call this move the Reverse Crab with Lion Splash. It’s really good for your kneecaps.”

Looking up, or down, or sideways, one of those directions, you see an upside down Yeri covering her mouth to attempt to hold in her snickering.

You complete your sort-of backflip, so that you’re facing the padded table below you, your knees caught on the middle bar. You can feel your hamstrings, back, and shoulders straining to keep from falling right then and there.

Yeri’s barely contained laughter bursts out. You didn’t think it was that funny, but she’s an odd person, so you’re not surprised. Until, that is, she says, “You’re just freeballing up there with those gymnastics huh?”

It hits you that the sight of your lubed up and mostly softened dick flopping around as you awkwardly twist your way around the bars probably is fairly humorous. And a bit embarrassing to match. You suddenly feel a little bit self-conscious. And yet, you manage one last retort, “Uh yeah. Haven’t you heard of penilates?”

Yeri snorts and pats the floor. “You’re funny, you know that? I like it. Get back down here and I’ll show you how to do some basics if you really want to do pilates.”

Well, as long as she claims you’re funny.

You maneuver yourself out of the bars and drop off the rack. “Alright coach! What do I do?”

“First, come over here and lay down on your stomach. Put your hands to the sides like you’re going to do a pushup, but like, right under your shoulders.”

The lightly padded floor makes the action relatively comfortable. Yeri rolls on her hips so that she’s able to put a hand on the small of your back. A strangely comfortable chill runs up your spine at the feeling.

“Now push yourself up with your arms, but make sure your legs stay attached to the floor.”

You easily follow her instructions.

“Good!” she says cheerfully. She lifts your chin up, putting more of a stretching sensation on your chest. “Make sure you’re looking straight forward. This is called a Swan. It’s not a big deal, but it helps you with stretching out your core.”

“Yeah, I feel that for sure. I was expecting something a little more intense.”

“Most people are. Pilates is pretty easy though. Mostly.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the hard stuff?”

“Calm it down! We’ll get there. Probably not today though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I’d like to do this with you and I can barely feel my legs.”

“Wow, I’m that good of a fuck?”

Yeri runs her hand over your butt. “Yup. It was all you and your sexual prowess and had nothing to do with anything else that happened since we got here.”

The two of you share a chuckle.

“So how long do I hold this?”

“About now would be good. For you, I’d say… do that for about thirty seconds at a time. And three times of course.”

“What if I normally only do two sets?” you ask as you lay yourself back on the floor.

She lightly smacks your ass. “Hey! What did we agree on about not calling me a liar!”

“Oh, sorry. I would never call you out for lying.”

“That’s… pretty much right. Now, up up!”

Once in your second Swan, you have a thought. “Hey, old reference at this point, but I’ve got a question about what you were talking about in The Lounge.”

“Shoot.”

“I asked why the three of you don’t just have sex with each other, and Seulgi said it was about wanting different things and being uncomfortable with it. So uh, have you tried to bite them before?”

“Oh god. Yeah, I tried that once or twice. Real good reactions out of all four of them.”

“Four?”

“Yup. Well, five. All five of us have tried having sex with each other. Still do sometimes, if we’re feeling desperate.”

“But you’re not into it?”

“Basically. Seulgi is in mad love with Wendy but she’s scared to admit it. Wendy is obsessed with Joy, but Joy is trying to convince herself that she’s straight. Irene and Wendy are both only interested in soft, nice sex, but they both want to be penetrated and can’t seem to get their act together with a double ended dildo. Seulgi wants to be a domme, but ever since Wendy was nearly murdered, she has to go easy on her hips. I’m totally into being dommed, but Seulgi is a wimp and when I talk back to her she gets all nervous and shit.”

You assume thirty seconds have passed, so you lower yourself to the floor again. You knew you would get some kind of explanation when you asked, but you weren’t expecting so much information. You think you may have already forgotten some of it.

Yeri keeps rambling, “Irene used to fuck Seulgi all the time, but during their sub unit promotions they got really busy with each other and I think they just kind of lost the mood, you know? Plus, now that Seulgi wants to explore her rougher side, Irene’s just not into it. Joy used to be the perfect fuck buddy for everybody because she was so good at accommodating everyone and enjoying it. Oh actually, she even did the pet play thing with me once! No clue what we were thinking though. I tried to be a puppy, but then I made a joke about Haetnim and that totally shut the whole thing down. And I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a healthy thing for Wendy, because of how hard she’s crushing for a quote unquote straight girl. But yeah, that’s the point with Joy. She’s claiming that she’s totally straight and started dating Cheungae, but I don’t know how long that’s going to-- Oh no, stay on your stomach.”

You had started to roll over after finishing your third Swan, but Yeri holds you back by your shoulder. “Next I’ll have you do a T.”

“A T? Like the letter T?”

“Exactly.”

“Is it like this?” You stick your arms straight out to either side and point your feet straight down, keeping your face on the floor.

Yeri laughs. “Basically, yes, but now pick your head, chest, arms, and legs up as far as you can, looking forward. Hold that for five seconds, five times.”

This move in particular is actually a bit harder, as it sounds like the only part of you meant to stay on the floor is your stomach.

“Sorry by the way. I rant on like a gossipy bitch sometimes. Was that too much information?”

The voting deadline for Part 8 will be 1/13 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 8 [IMPORTANT]: 1. “Well, it was maybe a bit much.” You can’t blame her for oversharing, but it’s no big deal. She seemed extremely eager to bring all that up, after all. 2. (Picked:) “Nope! In fact, tell me more!” Should you know all of this? No. Do you want to know more? Absolutely yes. 3. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t say so much.” It was pretty rude of her to say all of that stuff about her members’ personal relationships. Your question was much simpler than that.

~~~~~

"Nope! In fact, tell me more!"

Yeri chuckles. "Just as long as you don't spill any of what I tell you, alright? We could both get in some real trouble."

That's how secrets always work, right? You can keep the secrets and the non-secrets separate and never tell anyone anything that would be a problem, right? Yeah, no problem.

Right?

"Well, I don't think Joy's relationship is going to last much longer. She is trying really hard, but the strain is going to get to her. And one of our members is absolutely going to fuck her soon and restore the balance."

You snort, forcing you to put your hands and legs down. "Restore the balance? What is this, an epic fantasy novel?"

"You know what I mean! She's the perfect fucker or fuck toy for every member, and in the past, she's loved that. She told us so herself. But we've been together for years, so we know when she's not alright. About a month after she started dating Cheungae, she said she couldn't have sex anymore. And it's just been downhill from there. They're fucking each other, but she has said more than once that she misses fucking other people too."

"The things people do for the sake of relationships."

"Yeah, it's cute, but…" Yeri grips your ass cheek as you come out of your last T. "You know how freeing it is to not be in one."

You sigh, thinking for a second about something SinB told you. "Yup… but hey, has Joy talked to this guy about an open relationship? Or like some other kind of arrangement? Just taking a wild guess here, but I'd imagine any guy would die for a threesome with Joy and you."

"I offered. I heard from Wheein that Cheungae's got a dick the size of the DMZ, so I'm all for giving that a spin. Joy rejected the idea though."

"Damn, why?"

"Well Cheungae isn't the problem. Joy is. I don't know if it's selfishness or if she is just trying way too hard to make a normal relationship work, but she doesn't want to share, herself or her man."

"That sucks. I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's okay. Like I said, I don't think it'll last much longer. And as far as I'm concerned, I've got myself a solid replacement!"

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Sure, ho, sure." Yeri giggles and slaps your butt.

You reach between her legs and push a couple of fingers into her pussy. "Sounds like you're trying to get me mad."

"Why would I do that? You… degenerate sack of shit who can't even fuck the right hole?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of Yeri's phone going off. It's Wendy's voice. "Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!"

Yeri scowls. "Hurry up and pound my twat into the core of the planet."

You hold in a laugh and push Yeri onto her back and climb on top of her. Your sweat mixes with hers as you press your bodies together. She’s not burning hot like before, but she’s still pretty warm, and there’s certainly fire in her eyes as she pulls you to her lips--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzalabim!”

Yeri’s tongue invades your mouth forcefully. Your practiced cock finds its way into her with no trouble at all. There’s no hesitation from either one of you. She pulls you into her, and you--

“Are you ready for this? Zimzala-- Yeri! I’m calling you on the important line! Why aren’t you picking up?”

That doesn’t sound like a ringtone anymore. You pull away from Yeri’s kiss, but she suddenly sticks a finger against your cheek. “Don’t you dare stop. I don’t want to feel my legs.”

“Didn’t that already happen?” you ask, with no small amount of snark.

“Yeri? Are you still? Oh god. I’m sorry--” Static crackles through the speaker for a moment. “This must be really awkward for you.”

“Oh don’t mind me,” you say, “I’m just doing my job, apparently.” You back up just a bit and start thrusting hard and fast. Yeri’s breath gets pushed out of her with the force of the first one, but she quickly adjusts and matches your rhythm.

There’s a pause from Wendy. “O-okay. That’s good. I mean, wait! No! Yeri! Irene is on her way to pick you up to take you to the studio!”

“God- dammit- Wendy-” Yeri is having difficulty speaking, only managing to get a word or so out for each time you slam into her. “He’s so- fucking- good- Tell- her- to- wait!”

You could swear that you can hear Wendy blushing through the phone. “We can’t! You’ve got to record…”

“He doesn’t- care- about- spoilers!”

“I mean, I kind of do… How did the call start if we’re over here?”

“I had to install an app on her phone to automatically answer the call-- I mean, you’ve got to hurry and pack up! Irene is going to be there any second!”

Yeri whines in staccato, and is about to say something but is interrupted. And you’re suddenly forced to stop fucking her by a voice that chills your spine like being lost in a blizzard.

“Wendy’s right, Yeri. We’ve got to go.”

Looking to the side, you and Yeri both see Irene standing in the wide-open doorway. The lack of expression on her face is unnerving in a way you can’t accurately describe.

“Come on Irene, please! We can just record later! Just give us five more minutes!”

You feel like you could comment on the fact that Yeri sounds like she’s complaining to her mother to stay in bed, but Irene lifts her eyebrows a few millimeters and your motivation to make a joke is suddenly gone.

“Uuugh!” Yeri reluctantly, slowly, pushes you to the side.

Well, seems like that’s over with. But maybe you can convince Irene to let it not be over with… Or not. Hard to say.

The voting deadline for Part 9 will be 1/17 at 12:00 UTC! Options for Part 9: 1. Irene doesn’t scare you! Tell her you’re not done with Yeri yet! SM can wait for her! 2. Okay, Irene scares you. You should apologize and see yourself out of here. 3. (Picked:) Eh. No big deal. Yeri said that Irene is basically just the same as the other RV members.

~~~~~

You lean back against one of the vertical bars of the squat rack. The metal is very cold, making you flinch. But you play it cooler than the metal, propping your chin up on your wrist by putting your elbow on your knee.

“Hey Irene,” you say casually, as if you weren’t naked in front of one of the most powerful idols in the business, “How’s your morning so far?”

“It’s fine.” Irene is just as casual as you are. She seems more interested in watching as Yeri crawls around the gym on her arms, gathering clothes.

“So you have a new comeback soon, huh?”

Her eyes seem unfocused for a moment, as if she’d just spaced out.

“Oh. Yes,” she eventually says.

Irene’s not especially talkative, you surmise.

“Well, if the recording isn’t too urgent, you can hang out with us for a bit longer. I bet Yeri would be willing to share, assuming you were also wanting in on this situation.”

“Oooh, hey yeah. You want some Irene?” Yeri asks. A cheesy grin spreads across her face. “I got him all warmed up for you.”

Irene gestures softly at Yeri’s bra in the middle of the floor. Yeri rolls her eyes and reaches out for it.

“I appreciate the thought.”

You shrug and move to grab your own clothes. Putting them on feels gross considering the sweat and cum all over you. You resolve to take a shower as soon as you get home. “It was worth a shot.”

Yeri gets her sports bra back on and lets out a long sigh. “You sure though? My voice is a little fucked up right now. We could say I’m sick and that you’re just taking care of me like a good leader.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

A woman of few words, this one.

With your legs fully functional, you’re able to finish dressing much quicker than Yeri, and approach Irene, giving her a standard bow. “Good to meet you, by the way. Sounds like you’ve already heard about me.”

“From Joy, yes.” Irene bows back to you. “Is it okay if I get your contact from Wendy?”

You blink in shock. That was easy enough. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me.”

Irene nods, expression still inscrutable. “Do you prefer calls or texts?”

“Either works for me.”

Yeri pops in. “He’s not actually a prostitute you know.”

For the first time, Irene makes a face you can decipher. It seems to be a bit of minor, subtle shock. “Oh, so this…” She points back and forth between you and Yeri. “Was for…”

You finish for her after she pauses. “The hell of it, yeah.”

“I paid you in salmon bagels,” Yeri says.

“Well that and a free pilates lesson, sure.”

The tiniest smile curls up the corners of Irene’s lips. “How fun.”

It gets silent again, besides the sounds of Yeri huffing as she works to get her pants back on. You nod quietly, unsure of how to respond.

Thankfully, Irene looks you in the eye and motions for you to come closer, which you do. While Yeri is occupied with pulling her hoodie back over her head, Irene leans in close to you and whispers into your ear, so quietly it takes you a moment to process what she’s saying.

“I heard you earlier. Stay away from Joy.”

You back off again, a little struck by what sounded like a very calm threat.

“I’m parked downstairs Yeri. No more than five minutes, okay?”

“Oh come on, you tell me that now?!”

Without another word, Irene turns and walks back out the door. You’re still a little stunned, watching the back of her head, when she looks back over her shoulder and gives you a coy smile and a wink. Your head swims with questions.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the now-closed door, but you’re snapped out of it by a loud smack on the back of your jeans, just below your ass. Yeri’s next to you, keeping herself upright with her hand on the wall. “A little help here?”

You look down and see her legs are shaking like leaves. “Oh shit, yeah, I’ve got you.”

Scooping your arm under hers, you support as much of her weight as you can on your shoulder. It feels like she’s mostly able to stay on her feet on her own, but she definitely wobbles a bit.

“You going to be okay?” you ask once you’re in the hallway.

“Oh totally! I’ll be able to walk... mostly normally once we’ve reached the studio. But you know how it is. Squat until your legs give out and then immediately get ass-fucked to an unexpected orgasm, and that’ll give you a few minutes worth of trouble.”

“That’s not actually a sensation I’m familiar with.”

“Who knows? Maybe Seulgi will get her domme act together and then you will be!”

You’re not so sure how you feel about that.

“Hey by the way. Irene was asking about getting your number, right? Can I get it now? Faster than getting it from Wendy since she’ll probably be out all day.”

This will be the last vote for Yexercise! *Wipes away tears* The deadline for this vote will be 1/23 at 12:00 UTC, at which point we’ll be talking on the Discord server about what’s next! Options for Part 10: 1. (Picked:) Of course she can have your number right away! You had fun, she had fun, you should have more fun! 2. Don’t let this crazy have your contact info. In fact, you should let Wendy know to give her a fake number…

~~~~~

You don’t even need to say anything. You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and hand it to Yeri. She puts her info in and sends herself some random gibberish in a text.

“Awesome!” she says, slipping the phone back into your pocket expertly as you make your way down the hall together, “No requests for sleazy pictures though. Can’t have anything getting out if something happens to your phone. Or mine.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream-- well, I would dream of it. But I won’t ask.”

Yeri giggles. “Ah, hey. The water’s right there. Wanna stop for just a second?”

At the machine, Yeri swipes her key card just like she did at the door to the gym. It only contains what you recognize as the cheap water brands, unsweetened tea, some dried fruit snacks in plain packaging, and a variety of protein bars. There’s no indicator for payment anywhere though.

“Perks of the personal, private gym?” you ask.

“Perks of the personal, private gym,” Yeri says.

A couple of water bottles are pushed out at arm’s height. Yeri hands one to you, takes the other for herself, and you both gulp down about half before continuing.

“I’ve got to say, I was expecting this to be one of those expensive waters. Blessed by monks, imported from Egypt, shit like that.”

Yeri smirks. “You know what they say. SM water tastes like water. No reason to spend wastefully.”

She finishes her water off, and you get to the stairwell. You think that three flights of stairs might be a little difficult at the moment, but fortunately there’s an elevator nearby you hadn’t noticed when you were following Yeri up earlier.

As you’re gradually taken to the ground floor, Yeri nudges your side. “If I ever share something juicy with you by the way, I expect at least five words in response. None of that ‘LOL’ followed by silence stuff.”

You laugh. “What if I can’t think of anything to say?”

“You can just bullshit an answer. No biggie.”

“What if my life is threatened because I know your gossip?”

“Your life, huh?”

“Well, not specifically. I just assume Irene will break every bone in my body. I guess I can live through that, right?”

“God, she better not be doing that again.”

You stare at Yeri. “Doing that again?”

“Making people uneasy. Point is, don’t worry about her. She’s just got a… uh, an unusual way of communicating, we’ll say.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Yeri puts her free hand on your chest. “She’ll warm up to you, I promise. I’ll put in a good word for you! As long as you do me one more favor.”

Anything to get a good word in to Irene so you don’t end up murdered. “What’s that?”

“Just give me one more, real good kiss in front of her. Right up next to the car window!”

You wrap your arms around her waist and shift Yeri so she’s in front of you. “Like this?” you ask, and half-lift her to your height. The moment your lips touch, you feel the elevator jerk to a stop and the door opens.

“Maybe a bit more than that, but I like where your head’s at.”

“It could be between your legs,” you say, mimicking Yeri’s seductive tone from earlier at The Lounge.

“Don’t tempt me like that!”

All smiles, you help Yeri feebly get outside. You spot a car with dark windows, where you can barely see Irene’s silhouette inside. It also happens to be the only car on the street, and Yeri easily confirms that it’s the correct one.

Yeri is thankfully able to stand on her own once you get to the passenger side. You open the door for her, but before she gets in, you spin her to face you and dive in for a real kiss. She moans and her arms wrap up under your shirt instantly, so you respond by sliding one hand down the back of her yoga pants. It should be right where Irene can see your fingers outlined through the fabric.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a reaction from Irene. You wonder what it will take to crack her neutral act.

“Mmm, even more than that next time, okay?” Yeri pulls away from you and turns to get into the car.

“Of course. I might charge you one extra water bottle next time though.”

“Uh-oh. I’ll be sure to save up for it.”

You laugh together before she sits down. You lean over to pop your head in after her. “See you next time then. And good to finally meet you Irene!”

Irene looks up at you from the book she was reading. “Hm? Oh yes, a pleasure.”

Yeri catches your gaze again. You can see the moment of sudden, unbridled thrill in her eyes, so you wait for her to say…“No Irene! The pleasure was mine!”

Her hand shoots up, and you meet it for an excellent, but questionably deserved high-five. Irene sighs heavily.

You laugh and back up again. “Nice one, Yeri. See you later.”

“See ya, ho!” Yeri shouts before closing the door. As is the case with Yerin, you’re pretty sure you’re stuck with nicknames like that from now on.

You wave the car goodbye and turn back around to make your way back home. You could use a shower.

THE END

~~~~~

Post-story notes:

Hey everybody! Thank you again for joining me for one of these crazy vote stories. I’ve really appreciated the participation, and I think we’ll be getting even more next time!

We’ll be discussing the subject and characters for the next story on the Discord. Suggestions so far include (forgive me if the capitalization is incorrect on these)… Dreamcatcher, WJSN, Mamamoo, Momoland, CLC, Oh My Girl, Lovelyz, more Gfriend, and Fromis_9! But nothing’s set in stone yet! Fill out the form in #announcements if you have even more suggestions to add to the hat.

As for when the next story starts, I’m going to say probably the first week of February. As you may have seen me mention, I’ll be writing some shorts just to spill some of my creative juices. On top of that, I quit my day job! Because I’m starting school! So exciting and nerve wracking! Given how stupidly stressful my day job was, I’m hoping I should be able to pump out stories a little more frequently moving forward.

The storyline unlocks from Yexercise are going to look pretty obvious: [Yeri - Workout buddy] [Yeri - Gossip girl]

And just like with Movie Night, here are some fun facts about unpicked options! At least one of you read these last time, and made a very astute observation about Sowon, so you’ll be getting your wish for that fairly soon.

Part 1. Picking Wendy or Seulgi would have (obviously) resulted in a different name for the story altogether! The names I had in mind weren’t finalized, but the top contenders were “Snow Day” for Wendy and “Dom-Flavored Pringles” for Seulgi.

Part 3. Yeri had two animals in mind for the pet-play: She could have been a cat or a cow. The option to be a puppy would have also been there, but she would have been skeptical about it given her history trying that with Joy.

Part 4. At first, I wasn’t planning on there being any anal in Part 6, but because the vote for Part 4 was SO close, I went back and changed my plans, just so y’all could get what you wanted. :P

Part 5. Again, just mentioning how close the vote was. I was very interested to see that for most of the voting period, the options to keep Yeri working out and to stop and just talk to her were neck and neck. I’m still feeling out what the best balance is between fluff and smut, and you guys are surprisingly wholesome!

Part 7. If you had chosen the leg workout, you’d have been too exhausted to help Yeri out of the gym, resulting in Irene rescheduling the recording session. She’d have stayed to hang out, and that would have blocked off the [Yeri - Gossip girl] storyline (which does have some smaller impact on the relationship with Irene moving forward as well, btw).

#red velvet smut #kpop smut #yeri #male reader insert

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