HI im still here! Heres an elias from a scrapped panel for the spooky-month oneil and elias thingie im doing ^^
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pairing: half orc! mingi x elf! reader (fem) x barbarian! san x goliath! yunho x tiefling! seonghwa
genre: fantasy au/dnd vibe, humor, gratuitous smut
summary: you go on a quest with a group of brutish, questionable individuals. anything for some gold and riches, right?Â
w.c: 6.5k ishâŚ..yeahhhh
the worldâs longest list of warnings:  alcohol mention/usage, soft/hard! dom party members, brat in the streets baby in the sheets sub! reader, these mfs have a hard-on for social hierarchies esp mingi (heâs a big pervert too hehe), mxm (real homies jerk each other off), monster fucking (mimic boxâŚlisten i saw it in a porn one time and its been my dream to recreate it since okay sue meee take me to court!!), five?? some?? idk they made it work somehow, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise/degradation, pet names, olfactophilia, aphrodisiacs, teasing, vast size differences, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, oral (receiving), overstim, tit play, bulge kink, handjob, blowjob, titjob, all the jobs actually, double penetration made possible with magic incantations <3, creampies, back shots, and facials for everyoneeee !! one for you!! and for youuu~~ also the word cock is mentioned at least 50 times in this one sorry bout that hshjs
a/n: hi ahhhh so this chaotic jumble of insanity is my baby 𼚠and itâs also my very first filth fest fic of the month !!! so yk what that means ;3 go on and strap in for me okay? itâs about to go down frfr <3 this is a sort of sequel to my half orc mingi fic but it can be read on its own! also iâve never actually played dnd,, iâve just heard about it from my brother so donât expect an extremely accurate representation;;; i did do quite a bit of research tho <33 but yeah that being saidâŚ. rip readerâs elussy </3
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âLadies and gents, now this is a quest thatâs not for the faint of heart,â your local guild master announced, leaning his heavy forearms on the crowded bar table below him, stroking his long, bushy beard absentmindedly, the wood furnishing of the bar creaking underneath his weight.Â
The lively room grew a bit more quiet, some individuals quirking their heads in the seasoned barbarianâs direction, yours included. âWith a hefty 1000 gold pieces as your reward, this quest requires you to find and locate the rare lujuria plant, then bring its seeds back to me. Unfortunately for you lot, theyâre only found in the abandoned dungeons near Mist Falls. Any takers?âÂ
At the mention of the plant and location, most of the interested individuals turned back to their ale and friends, resuming their loud, enthusiastic conversations. You, however, couldnât believe how idiotic the other patrons were. You could do quite a lot with 1000 gold pieces, and being a solo adventurer, you wouldnât even have to share it with anyone. With dollar signs in your eyes and a spring in your step, you headed up to the busy bar, having to get on your tippy toes and wave your hand around past some of the larger patronâs broad shoulders until the guild master noticed your presence.Â
âNow, donât tell me a dainty little high elf is interested in the quest I just announced. You gonna scare them off with your shiny hair and sparkly crystals?â the older man gruffed, letting out a hefty laugh, before taking a couple gulps from the oversized mug he held within his large, calloused hands.
When you simply stood there with your hands crossed over your lace-covered chest, the guild master set his mug down, his bushy eyebrows raising upwards. âOh, youâre serious.â He leaned down to your level, cupping his hand around one side of his face, allowing you to smell the ale on his breath. âDo you know why no one likes to go to Mist Falls, little Miss?â
You shook your head, causing the small jewels that dangled from your silky hair to sway a bit. You cupped a hand around your own face, murmuring, âWhy does no one like it, Mister?â
âThereâs some strange wildlife that frequent the land there. Otherworldly thingsâŚthings that an elf like you wouldnât want to get wrapped up in,â he explained carefully, looking over the lens of his glasses to squint at you. âUnless, youâre into that sort of thing, of course.âÂ
Not understanding what he meant by his vague statement, you shrugged it off, taking his underestimation of your abilities as a challenge you couldnât bear backing down from. âIâll take the quest, Mister, and Iâll bring you those seeds.âÂ
The guild master smiled down at you, chuckling a bit, like you werenât in on the joke that he was so amused by. âVery well, little Miss.â He handed you the rolled-up scroll, his lips still curled into a suspicious smile. âGood luck with your quest.âÂ
Taking the scroll, you nodded your head at him, a smug smile painting your own face, as you turned on your heels to leave, reveling in the fact that your levels of commitment and intelligence were clearly in the upper echelons compared to the rest of the idiots that frequented the crowded guild. Â
Before you could leave without any issues, a deeply familiar, incredibly cocky-sounding baritone voice interrupted your mental victory dance. âWould you look at that. Gonna handle a dungeon all on your own, eh, princess?âÂ
You quickly turned your head, your eyes landing on the tall, solid beast of a half-man, half-orc standing with one hand resting on his leather-bound hip, his golden eyes slowly studying your body with an almost nauseating amount of interest. âMingiâŚâ you sighed, the events of your last few meetings flashing through your brain, the tips of your ears turning a faint red. âOh, you think I canât handle a stupid quest on my own either, huh?âÂ
He shook his head, his shaggy silver hair falling in his eyes, forcing him to swipe it out of the way with his large ringed fingers. âNope.â His simple response encouraged his equally large, equally intimidating party members, who were hanging out near him, to laugh and chatter amongst themselves.Â
Now your hands were on your hips, getting hit by a wave of annoyance, your cheeks burning. âWatch me.âÂ
Mingi took a step towards you, just to show you and anyone nearby just how much he towered over you, his lips quirking up into a shit-eating grin, still peering down at your body like he could already picture what you looked like without the form-fitting lace dress that was wrapped around your curvy body like a pretty present, one that he wanted to open as soon as possible.
âWith a petite little body like yours?â He reached down to slip a finger into your hair, playing with one of the crystals that adorned it. âYeah, so small and delicate, like a pretty little fairy, ainât ya? Those monsters in that dungeon will swallow you whole.â
You mightâve hated Mingi to an extent, but he was good. Good at making you feel tiny and desirable, and so wet, you were afraid heâd be able to smell it from where he was standing. You closed your thighs together slightly, lowering your closed fists to your sides, leaning forward. âI-iâm not a fairy, you dumb orc! I'm an elf! And I donât need your help!â Just as you turned around to leave, Mingi cleared his throat, making you turn your head back to glare at him.Â
He placed his other hand on his hip, letting his weight shift to the opposite side, his head tilting the other way. âSweetheart, listen, I know youâre very capable of getting what you want,â he mused, chuckling softly at the way your face scrunched up slightly in embarrassment. âBut, Iâm sure you could use some extra party members to back you up. Me and the boys want to help you. Wonât you let us?â
You gazed at Mingi a little while longer, before your eyes shifted to his friends, first drawn to the most elegant-looking tiefling youâve ever seen. He had sleek skin that looked like expensive marble, his hair as white as the frost that would cover all the lands during the winter months, his heavy horns ridged and curled into an âsâ shape, and black as soot, his thin, pointed tail quietly slithering around in a snake-like motion behind the long black cloak that hung from his pointed shoulders.Â
âThatâs Seonghwa,â Mingi informed, with his arms folded across his wide tattooed chest. âDoesnât talk much, unless itâs to cast a spell or call me stupid.âÂ
Seonghwaâs pretty lips formed a smirk, wrapping his arms comfortably around his slim, corseted waist, his sharp, milky eyes focused intensely on you, like he was peering through you and straight into your soul.Â
âOh, are we introducing ourselves?â someone said excitedly, your eyes following the voice upwards until they landed on the handsome face of the gentle-looking goliath standing besides the tiefling. At roughly seven feet tall, the broad man sported shiny, golden locks, pretty brown eyes, and a tribal tattoo that was plastered on his veiny neck, clad only in a thick pelt that sat comfortably around his solid waist, wearing matching furry cuffs on his thick forearms. âIâm Yunho! I like to get drunk and smash stuff. What do you like to do, elf girl?â The goliath stepped forward to shake your hand, his hand completely encompassing yours, your neck almost hurting from having to look up at him.Â
âHi, Yunho,â you replied, smiling softly, feeling a bit dizzy from your vast difference in sizes. Everything about him was just so big, you couldn't help but wonder what else was too. âIâm Y/N. I like to go on quests and collect gold.âÂ
âDonât tell me weâre actually going to help a high elf,â the last party member interrupted in a low voice, sneering, showing off his large, rounded canines when you looked past Yunho to scoff at him. âAnd an annoying one, at that. I donât care if sheâs fuckable. This is still a waste of time.â
Yunho put a large, warm hand on your shoulder, covering it completely. âDonât take Sanâs words seriously, sweet. He bullies people when he likes them.âÂ
The brooding barbarian folded his arms over the thick, furry pelt that covered his broad upper half, rolling his eyes, a few strands of his wild raven hair falling past his forehead. âOr maybe I just donât like stuck-up little elven brats, ever think of that, Yunho?â His pronounced eyebrows joined together in a bout of sudden fury. âHuh? Can you even hear me up there, you oversized son of a bitch?â
A faint blush appeared on Yunhoâs cheeks, smiling in Sanâs direction, before looking back down at you. âSee? He loves me.âÂ
You returned his smile with a grimace. âHe loves being a dickhead too, apparently.â
âExcuse me?!â San growled, about to walk up to the both of you to prove that he only loved moonshine, his trusty club, and himself.Â
Mingi stepped in front of San, waving his hands around exasperatedly, wishing someone presented a dialogue skip option a long time ago, bored of the introductions. âAlright, alright, so are you coming with us, or not, princess? Whatâs the verdict?â
You rolled your eyes, opening the large entrance door of the guild, eventually letting out a long sigh, glancing back over your shoulder with a pout. You knew you had a slim chance of surviving without them, but you still had your pride. You let out a small hmph, annoyed when they still all just stood there waiting, encouraging you to stomp your silk shoe down on the ground, grumbling, âUgh, are you coming, or what?â
Mingi and his friends chuckled amongst themselves and elbowed each other, amused by the amount of fiery zealousness your tiny body possessed, finishing their mugs of ale, eventually following you out of the guild and onto the dirt road.Â
âHurry up! I wanna explore this dungeon today, not during the next winter solstice!â you called out to them, already at the forest entrance, tossing your head back in an exaggeratedly annoyed fashion.
The half-orc waved his hand around nonchalantly, despite his large lower canines growing more and more visible the more he began to smile, pulling out a small pair of lace panties that had a familiar design etched into them. âYeah, yeah, donât get your little elf panties in a twist,â he chuckled, bringing them up to his face to take a sniff.
Your inquisitive expression melted down into one of horror, then scrunched again, this time pleading him with his eyes. âMingiâŚdonât tell me youâve kept those all this time.â
âOf course I have, princess. In fact, I jerk off with them every chance I can in your honor. I can cum real hard just from knowing I turned a high elf onto orc cock forever. I still remember like it was yesterday,â he sighed dreamily, wiping away a fake tear, like had just said the most romantic sentence even known to orckind.
âI still fuck elves, you twat! I donât need you or your stupid orc cock!â you argued, turning away so that none of them could see how flushed you had gotten, heading into the forest by yourself.
âThatâs a damn lie. You showed up to my hut like three times during the Great Hunt not too long ago,â Mingi explained, following after you, his friends following beside him. âDonât you remember? I had to carry you home after you passed out from squirting too hard.â
âNo!â you shouted from ahead of him, swearing you were going to melt into the floor.
âSheâs got elven pride, that one,â Mingi sighed, admiring you from behind. âAnyway, I got her soaked panties to prove it. You want to see them, donât ya, Hwa?â Mingi elbowed Seonghwa, who just shook his head in disappointment, while he continued smiling truimphantly to himself.
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Your group took on a range of opponents, from skeleton armies to disingenuous slime cubes that you may or may not have fallen into, able to pass through quite a few levels of the dungeon, mostly due to Seonghwaâs spell casting abilities, Sanâs uncontrollable rage, Yunhoâs knack of destroying anything he came in contact with, and Mingiâs axe-wielding skills. Did you want to admit that to yourself? Sure. Out loud? No, of fucking course not.Â
You picked off bits of pink slime that still clung to your wet form, grumbling under your breath about how sticky you felt, not even noticing that some of the slime had already absorbed into your skin.Â
âNeed a little help there, princess?â Mingi mused, reaching down to your shoulder and wiping off some of the slime for you, his fingers tingling once he had done so.Â
âI suppose so,â you murmured, standing still so that he could continue helping you, surprisingly not even that bothered when the other members of your newfound party all gathered around you and picked or pulled off the remnants of slime that remained on your body, face, and hair.Â
As you entered the next room, all five of you noticed how the tinglyness remained, how it spread throughout your bodies like a gentle ripple effect, your bodies now collectively hot to the touch, though no one said anything to each other â at least, not yet, anyway.Â
âA chest!â you gasped excitedly, putting your dagger back into its respective holder and running up to the large, gold-plated chest that sat at the edge of the room, just waiting for someone to open it up and collect its contents.Â
âDonât be stupid, elven brat. Not all chests are filled with treasure. Some of them could be decoys. You know that, right?â San rested the rounded bottom of his ginormous club down onto the dungeon floor, leaning on it, raising an eyebrow at you. âOr do you only familiarize yourself with crystals and orc cock?âÂ
âShut up!â You held onto the barbarianâs insult, rather than hearing him out. âYouâre just saying that because you want the treasure for yourself!â You got on your knees in front of the chest, muttering, âSelfish prick.âÂ
âWhatâd you say?!â San barked, his hand squeezing around the thick handle of his weapon.Â
Mingi slung an arm around Sanâs tense shoulders, smiling as though he was quite pleased with himself. âSheâs got a mouth on her, huh?â He met Sanâs grimace with a shoulder squeeze. âDonât worry, Sannie. Sheâs gonna learn the hard way.âÂ
Yunho walked up beside Seonghwa, lowering himself down to sit on the cool stone ground with a thud, wiping a bit of perspiration that had formed on his forehead. âIâve been feeling weird since we left the slime room, Hwa. Can you cast a healing spell?âÂ
âYeah, me too, now that you mention it,â Mingi called out, rubbing his sweat-covered neck with his free hand, encouraging San to open his own black furry coat, revealing an expanse of sweaty, tan, tattooed skin underneath it.Â
Seonghwa nodded his head in agreement, waving his hand around in front of him, manifesting a large glowing violet pentagram into existence, which eventually disappeared after the spell had be casted completely, a faint glow still visible around the edges of your bodies.Â
âMm, I donât really feel any differentâŚâ Mingi mumbled, his hot-blooded body even more tingly than before, starting to feel like he could fuck someone into oblivion right at that moment, even more than usual.Â
Once you had opened up the chest, ignoring the subsequent pounding inside your chest and cunt, you were met by a multitude of shiny, gold coins just waiting for you to take. âHoly shit, Iâm rich!âÂ
âYou better split that with us, before I split you in half with my cock, stupid elf!â San griped from where he stood, now a bit hunched over, his words slightly slurred, not even fully realizing what he was saying.Â
âWh-what?!â you squeaked, your ears bright red, turning your head to look at the barbarian in disbelief, not even noticing when the chest in front of you began to sprout limbs, a long, slimy tongue slipping out past the gold.Â
âI said, Iâll split you openââ San fully dropped his club, which resulted in a resounding thud inside the small room. He pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, blinking at you through his hazy vision, using his other hand to grab at himself through his furry kilt. ââwith my big, barbarian cock!âÂ
Yunho pointed at you as well, wanting you to notice the big monster that was about to have its way with you. âUm, Y/N, you shouldâŚâÂ
âNot now, Yunho, I have to tell this idiot barbarian to suck my clit!â you informed angrily, holding your middle finger up at San, which he returned enthusiastically.Â
âOh, yeah? Then, get your fucking ass over here and sit on my face, you elf slut,â San barked back, sticking his tongue out at you, still holding onto Mingi, appearing drunker by the second â though it wasnât alcohol running rampant through his body. It was lust. The rest of them were feeling it too.Â
âSlut? Iâll show you slut,â you grumbled, about to stand up and give San a piece of your mind, your fist, and possibly your body when the mimic suddenly snatched you up with its long limbs and pinned you to the floor. âOh my god, whatâs happening? What the fuck is that?!âÂ
San simply chuckled, leaning his back against the cold concrete wall of the small room, trying to cool his intensely heated body down. âThatâs a mimic, dummy. Iâm sure you can handle it though, since youâre so tough.âÂ
Mingi looked to his friends, biting at his lip, noticing that none of them even attempted to assist you, more concerned with finding out what the monster was about to do to you. Even Yunho, who was the only one with any semblance of a conscience out of the entire party, somehow couldnât bring himself to get up, instead answering to the oversized tent that was forming underneath his pelt.Â
The mimic pinned your wrists together above your head with one strong hand, using the other to lift one of your legs up into the air, breathing harshly as it studied your slick cunt through your tiny lace panties, eventually licking a long stripe up your body, from your pussy up to your chest, leaving your white garments completely soaked and see-through.Â
Trying desperately to free your hands from the monsterâs unwavering grip, unable to prevent more slick from leaking out of you with your legs being held open, you angled your head back to look at the upside-down versions of your party, crying out, âAre you fuckers just going to sit there and watch?!âÂ
âYeahâŚwe are, sweetheart,â Mingi sighed out, still leaning on San, a few drops of sweat cascading down his flushed face. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, breathing in the flowery scent of your arousal, inhaling so deeply his bull ring shifted slightly. âIâm sure you got it handled. Just tire it out with that wet fucking cunt of yours, will ya?âÂ
A strong wave of pleasure pulsed through your body at Mingiâs response, looking to each of the members, realizing that they were really just going to observe as you got pleasured by the monster, getting more aroused by the second. What was wrong with you? You wouldâve contemplated it more, but any thoughts you had would completely fizzle out once the mimicâs tongue came in contact with your cunt, licking you up and down in a rapid, desperate fashion. Its tongue was so heavy and hot against your pulsing cunt, you couldnât help but cum within a few minutes, your body going limp. âFuuuck, oh my godâŚâÂ
âCame nice and hard, didnât you?â Mingi continued to share his filthy words with you and his party, all five of you reacting positively to it. âI can fucking smell it, princessâŚâ His smile twisted into a faux pout, his voice dripping with lust. âThat tongue isnât enough for you though, is it? Mm-mm, not nearly enough. You need cock stuffed inside your tight elven pussy, donât you, darlinâ?â
All you could do was let out a long pathetic whine, your flushed, fucked-our face giving Mingi and the boys the answer they needed. Now that you werenât fighting back, the mimic lifted your lower half up into the air, positioning you so that its tongue could slither inside you, pistoning it in and out of your willing hole, your upper half hanging upside down, your tits bouncing with each of the mimicâs thrusts of its wet appendage, your writhing body on display for your party membersâ viewing pleasure. âIâmâŚgoing toâŚkill you allâŚfor watchingâŚâ you huffed out in between moans, drool slipping out past your parted lips.Â
Mingi turned his head to share looks with his friends, all of them now dealing with the same almost painful predicament. âAre you all as hard as I amâŚ?â When they nodded, he felt a little less guilty, reaching down to rub at his leaking cock through his kilt, able to feel how stiff it was even through the thick material. He gazed down at you, biting at his bottom lip, holding onto the thick leather of his body harness, trying not to blow his load too quickly. âIt feels good, doesnât it, princess? I can hear how just how sloppy that mess of a cunt isâŚDo you like the way itâs fucking you senseless with its tongue? Is it filling you up just right?âÂ
You couldnât believe just how turned on you were in the moment, hardly about to breathe in between your bouts of pleasure, your body beginning to sieze up when the mimic shoved its tongue as deep as it could go, causing a prominent bulge to form inside your lower stomach. âS-so good, Min, gonna cum againâŚâÂ
âCum for us, baby, thatâs itâŚâ Mingi sighed, leaning his shoulder against Sanâs, noticing how he began to play with his cock through his kilt, doing his friend a solid and reaching over to stroke the base of it for him.Â
Groaning underneath his breath, San reached over to help Mingi out as well, the both of them hyperfixated on the way the mimic drank up your juices as though it needed it to live. Seonghwa and Yunho were in a similar position, but instead of answering to their aching cocks, they simply watched on, the visual stimulation clearly enough for them.Â
The mimic lifted your limp body upwards so that you were on your knees, with its large, agile tongue fitted in between your trembling thighs, grabbing you by the waist so that it could drag you back and forth along its long, slimy appendage. âJust like that, oh my god, itâs soâfuckââ you gasped, barely able to look at the men that were huddled around you, the new position not allowing you to hide away from their hungry gazes, your body on full display for them.Â
With his hand now fully hidden underneath Sanâs kilt, Mingi nodded his head at you in approval. âThatâs my naughty little elf girl,â he praised you in a gravelly voice, groaning at the sensation of San tugging at his dripping cock from underneath his own pelt. âLet me see you cum one more time for us, princess. Can you do that?âÂ
âYes, Mingiii, Iâll cum for you,â you whined obediently, reaching down your shiny, wet body to rub your clit around through your thin, soaked panties, unable to keep your mouth closed anymore from how hard you were breathing.Â
âWhat a good listener you are, baby. Look at you playing with your tiny little clit without me having to ask. Such a good elf girl you are,â Mingi continued to praise you, knowing exactly what made you tick, his hand squeezing around Sanâs throbbing length.Â
San let out a higher pitched moan, his body beginning to tremble against Mingiâs. âI canât believe youâunnhâmanaged to tame her so easilyâŚâÂ
âIt wasnât hard, SannieâŚfuckâ She may be a brat, but sheâs a good girl at heartâŚâ Mingi was beginning to fall apart as well, Sanâs calloused hand continually rubbing along his cock enhancing the pleasure of watching you willingly playing with yourself while you rode a monsterâs tongue, his partyâs presence filling him with even more warmth. âCum for us, sweetheart, show us how pretty you are when you fall apartâŚâÂ
Mingiâs praise-filled request mixed with the sensation of your puffy clit grinding along the mimicâs slick tongue sent you barreling over the edge, cumming so hard, you saw stars, barely able to grasp at the dagger that still sat inside its holster.
Meanwhile, San and Mingi both began to groan and shudder against the cool dungeon wall, shooting their hot loads onto each otherâs hands and the insides of their pelts. Seonghwa and Yunho both coated their own undergarments with white, biting into their bottom lips so hard they just about broke the skin.
They were all so deep in their wells of ecstasy that they hardly even noticed when you let out a war cry and stabbed the mimic with your long dagger, rendering it dead, causing it to fade away in a flurry of sparkly, white dust, leaving a few gold pieces for you to take.Â
âI told you I could fucking take care of myself,â you grimaced, shoving your items into a small pouch you had hanging from your upper thigh.
Once the post-nut clarity set in, Mingi cleared his dry throat, scratching at his prickly chin. âI mean, you did defeat the mimic on your own, so credit is due when credit is due, princess. You just used your pussy to combat itâŚwhich is just as valid as using a real weapon, donât get me wrongââ
âShut it!â you simply yelled, your face so hot, it probably rivaled the surface of the sun, stomping past the recovering men and pushing the next door open once it unlocked itself, wasting no time to enter the last floor of the dungeon where the supposed lujuria plant was said to grow.Â
âLetâs go help her out with that plant. And remember, whatever happens, happens. Just know Iâm not fucking any of you.â Mingi patted Sanâs shoulder, looking over to the other members of his party with a playful smile.
San smacked Mingiâs back playfully, which Mingi returned. âLetâs put that elf brat in her place.â
Mingi nodded. âYeah, on my cock where she belongs.â
Seonghwa scoffed from beside them. âCould you be anymore crass?â
Yunho patted Mingiâs and Seonghwaâs shoulders, practically dislocating them, smiling goofily, his cheeks and face flush from the energy he exerted. âWhat happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon, boys.â
Seonghwa quietly nodded his head in agreement, until he murmured softly, âIndeed.âÂ
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âWhere are you, you stupid fucking plant?â you called out inside the vast, foliage-covered room, swiping at the overgrown leaves and plants that were in your way, almost tripping over a few vines that grew in and out of the broken-up cobblestone floor below your feet.Â
The rest of your party followed your lead, Mingi and Yunho taking the initiative to cut down the thicker plants and foliage that stood in your way with their axes, almost completely out of breath when you finally came across a large pink plant growing in the middle of the room.Â
âIâm assuming thatâs it,â you said mostly to yourself, slowly walking up to the plant, impressed by its intricate petals and inviting flowery scent. âItâs not as scary as I thought itâd be. Itâs almostâŚprettyâŚâÂ
Just as you reached out to touch it, Seonghwa opened his mouth to warn, âWait, donâtââ
As soon as your slender fingers came in contact with one of the flower petals, the plant sent out a puff of dusty pink pollen directly into your face and the air around your party, before folding in on itself and growing comically large spikes to protect its core which contained the golden glowing seeds you needed to complete your quest.Â
You began choking and coughing along with the others, reaching out blindly through the thick pollen, finding solace in Seonghwaâs arms, who began reciting a spell to lessen the effects of the plantâs attempt at self defense, but it was too late. Mind-altering desire had already set in. âCanât breatheâŚcanât thinkâŚâ you whispered, grabbing at Seonghwaâs chest, unbuckling his top and revealing his smooth, marble skin, henna-like tattoos decorating his jewelry-adorned collar bone.Â
Seonghwa clutched your shoulders, breathing just as profusely as you were, murmuring, âDonât think, then, silly elf,â before pressing his mouth onto yours with haste, his long, snake-like tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore it.
Strong, solid hands grabbed at your hips from behind, Mingi pulling them back so that he could grind his cock into your ass, his lips already ghosting along your neck. His deep, gravelly voice made you let out a weak moan into Seonghwaâs mouth when he sighed, âGonna fill your cunt full of my cum, sweetheart. So fucking full.âÂ
âThen, I get to fill her slutty elf cunt with my tongue first,â San interrupted, already on his knees, positioning himself in between you and Seonghwa, not hesitating to tear your skirt and panties apart to access your rapidly dripping cunt. âSo pink, so prettyâŚâ He attached his drooling mouth onto your clit, sucking so roughly, your knees almost buckled underneath you, about to completely collapse when he plugged your hole up with his hot tongue.Â
Seonghwa pulled away slightly, finally letting you breathe without having his tongue down your throat, instead completely shredding the front of your dress with his talons, just in time for Mingi to groan and cup your tits, squeezing and moving them around, saliva leaking past his plump lips. âI always know exactly what your idiotic orc brain is thinking,â he sighed at Mingi, bringing his own hands up to tweak and pinch at your nipples, making you cry out.Â
âOh, yeah? Can you read my mind right now, Hwa? Can you tell that Iâm about to stretch this elfâs little fuckhole wide open with my fat fuckinâ cock?â he said near your twitching, elongated ear, his hard length slipping in between your thighs to rub along the underside of your cunt, his dark eyes settled on Seonghwaâs before returning to your slick body, their hands moving in tandem to play with your tits, each getting a chance to squeeze your squishy flesh and tease your increasingly puffy nipples.Â
Yunho, who was hard beyond measure and feeling a little left out, walked up to the side of you and reached down to show off his enormous cock, the slick , oversized tip an angry shade of red. He pouted down at you, letting out a small whimper. âCan you please help me out, sweet? Iâm so hard, it hurtsâŚâÂ
Unable to resist his puppy-dog eyes, you nodded, licking your lips, collecting his vast amounts of pre-cum at the rounded tip with your fingers, eventually using it to slick up the rest of his cock, doing your best to jerk him off with your small hands. âDoes that feel good, Yunho?âÂ
âSo good, doll,â he gasped, leaning his head back, not registering when he began to thrust his hips forward into your hands, using them like a fleshlight.Â
Youâre so big, Yunho, fuckâ I can hardly wrap my hands around itâŚâ you sighed out, opening your mouth to lick at the tip of his cock each time he thrusted into your hands. Your mind went blank, until you suddenly remembered that San was in between your squeezing thighs, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue and lips wreaking havoc on your clit, his thick fingers shoved inside your pulsing hole.
âLike the way Iâm eating this cunt of yours, eh, elf girl?â San mumbled in between slurps, gulping your juices down, a few dribbles of it cascading down his veined throat. âYou donât even need to answer, love. I can tell you do just from the way youâre fuckinâ squeezinâ my fingers.â San groaned deeply, watching the way you dripped for him as he continually went knuckles-deep inside you, biting his bottom lip, growling, âCum for me. Cum all over my face, you brat. Fuckinâ do it.â
You unraveled almost instantaneously, getting your creaminess sucked off of your slit by the desperate barbarian, not even noticing that he had been jerking himself off so roughly, he had already made himself cum before you did.Â
âGoddamn it, since when did high elf squirt taste so fuckinâ good?â San mumbled drunkenly to himself, licking at his swollen lips, prior to sucking your cum from his fingers noisily.
âYouâve had your fun, Sannie boy. Itâs time for this little elf girl to experience the pleasure of getting broken in by real men. Hwa, you know what to do,â Mingi announced hastily, already bringing you down to the floor so that you were about to slowly take the half-orcâs cock in your cunt from behind, Seonghwa supporting your front, the tip of his tail already brushing back and forth over your swollen clit, rubbing his large, ridged cockhead on your puffy lips to slick them up with his pre-cum, his own plump lips moving at a quick pace, expertly reciting an incantation that would allow you to physically take two obscenely large cocks at once, all well as increasing your natural lubricant and allowing you access to heightened physical sensations.
âFuck, look at youâŚWhat a good little elf girl you are, taking us both inside you like this,â Mingi sighed into your ear, reaching around your body to lazily rub your wetness into your sensitive clit. âAlmost like you were made to take monster cock, huh? Not made for little elven peckers, it seems.â He pressed his hand into your lower abdomen, able to feel the pronounced outline of his friendâs abnormally large length. âMm, thatâs right. You loved being stuffed full of monster cock, donât you, sweetheart?â
âLove it, Min, so much,â you choked out, your mind going positively blank, the only thing on your mind being the insanely pleasurable stretch you felt inside your core, knowing you were quite literally filled to the brim. âFeels so good, I canât think.â
âWhy think when you can just feel good, princess?â he chuckled, rubbing your tummy in an up and down motion, feeling the outline of Seonghwaâs thick, ridged length with his calloused fingers, shuddering from the sensation of their slippery cocks rubbing along one another inside your tight, slick walls . He nuzzled your neck and the side of your face with his prickly cheek, whispering onto your skin, âMâ so proud of you, sweetheart. I broke you in before and now here you are, taking big tielfing cock in your pussy while an orcâs stuffing you just as full. What a pretty sight you are. Wish I could take a picture.â
âOh my god, Mingi, please, itâs soââ you could hardly verbalize, your eyes just about rolling into your skull, your body pulsing with so much pleasure, you could barely keep up with what was happening around you.
Mingi routinely filled your elongated ears with more filthy words, Seonghwa gazing deeply at you, your willing hole continuing to clench around their thrusting cocks, getting stretched so pleasurably, you almost passed out from that sensation alone.
All the while, San positioned himself in from of your tits, squeezing them together and driving his cock back and forth between them, grunting and groaning each time.
Yunho gently grabbed your chin, coaxing your mouth open as wide as it would go, whispering, âThatâs it, my sweet, just a little widerâŚâ He began to feed you his cock, stuffing your mouth full and instinctively fucking your throat, your jaw already beginning to ache from the obscene girth. âYouâre so tinyâŚcan barely take itâŚhuh?â Moaning breathily, Yunho eventually settled for fucking the inside of your gummy cheek, afraid that he would suffocate you if he continued to throat fuck you.
It seemed that this quartet had been in this exact position before. That was clear to you now. You couldn't have been more wet and willing if you tried. Getting used by two filthy men while two more watched and desperately tried to get off using your body in any way they could filled you with a sense of purpose you didnât realize you had always sought after.Â
âYou want our cum in your pretty elf cunt, princess?â Mingi huffed, in between harsh, deliberate thrusts, his hands cemented on the reappearing bulge in your stomach. âHuh? You want us to make a mess of you, aye? Want to be fucked so full of our seed, youâll give us pretty elven offspring?âÂ
Once Yunho freed your saliva-streaked mouth from his suffocating length and resorted to jerking himself off, you were able to reply in a fucked-out, slurred voice, âYeahâyeahâyeahâ fill me up, wanâ it all. All your cum, in me, on me, I need it, pleaseee.âÂ
Your willing party membersâ highs all crescendoed in succession, Mingi resorting to sloppy, rough thrusts inside your tight hole until he spilled most of his load into you, his cum splashing onto Seonghwaâs cock, dripping along their lengths to form a milky rim. âOh, fuck, thatâs itâŚbut Iâm not done yet, princessâŚI gottaânnghâleave my mark on my favorite elfâŚâ He slowly pulled out with lewd pop, coaxing a few more cum shots out of his cock with a large, closed fist, watching the large milky droplets slide along your smooth skin and torn sections of your dress onto the curve of your exposed ass, his eyes creasing with clear adoration. âThatâs more like itâŚâ
âW-was that necessaryâŚ?â you murmured, trying not to cum just from the sensation of getting stuffed full of cum, sensing that Seonghwa was next in line to come undone inside you.
âOh, my gods, IâŚsee heaven,â Seonghwa gasped sharply, the whites of his boundless eyes glowing brightly, his lips parting to allow a shaky moan to escape. Seonghwa gripped your hips so tightly, he was bound to leave handprints, relying on slow, deliberate strokes, using your contracting cunt to milk the cum from his cock, unable to resist leaving a few drops on your clit and mound when he pulled out.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum all over these tits, you little elven slut, take itttt,â San gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, only having to pump himself between your slick, pre-cum covered tits once more before he was able to leave thick spurts of white all over the bottom of your heated face and lips, leaving most of his load on your messy tits.
âO-oh, goddddâŚ!â Yunho came last, and the most, closing his hands around his reddened tip, whining profusely, unable to keep himself from completely unloading all over your pretty face and hair, practically drenching you in his cum.Â
Mingi reached down to cup your chin, tilting your head back so that he could get a good look at you, admiring the way their collective seed dripped off and out of you, swearing he could shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. âLook at you. My pretty princess.â
You gently nuzzled his large hand, smiling contentedly, tasting the salt of someoneâs load on your lips when you licked at them. âYour pretty princessâŚâÂ
It took a while for all of you to come down and catch your breath, the effects of the pollen still practically running through your veins, but you managed to wobble your way over to the main plant and slowly pull your trusty dagger out of its holder, slashing the plant until its precious seeds dropped into your open palm. You looked down at the golden, glowing seeds, your fingers still splattered with milky liquid, reminding you of the trials you conquered to get to your ultimate goal. As you wiped your sticky face with your sleeve, you looked around at your panting, much more docile party members, wondering if it was all worth it.Â
Mingi brushed some of his sweaty hair out of his eyes, noticing the way you were looking up at him, sending a cocky smile your way. âSo, youâre 200 gold pieces richer, princess. How does it feel?âÂ
âHuh?â you questioned immediately, your fingers closing around the pouch that contained the precious lujuria seeds. âIt was 1000 gold pieces. Did fucking me stupid render you stupid instead?âÂ
âIâm sorry, darlinâ, but with each party member fee, it rounds out at 200 a person,â he corrected you, bringing you in to give you a gentle hug and a pat on the ass, chuckling delightedly to himself, his friends joining in on the amusement. âThatâs still quite a bit. You can buy yourself a pretty new dress since yours is all torn and drenched in our cum, yaâ know?â He leaned his head in your direction, twiddling his large thumbs, his smile growing more lewd. "That means I can have the one you're wearing right now, yeah?"
You grimaced, your blood boiling over, already stomping your way out of the last dungeon floor, your voice still growing louder and louder the further you walked away, swearing to yourself, âThis is the last time I do anything with you, Mingi! Never again. Never! EVER!âÂ
Mingi simply waved off at his friendâs questioning gazes, holding the seeds that you had taken from the plant inside his own hand, admiring their shimmering edges. âDonât worry. She always comes back.âÂ
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ice princess â¸ď¸
oscar piastri x figure skater!reader (+ toto wolff's daughter!reader)
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skateupdates: Olympic figure skating pair Y/N Wolff and Valeriy Angelopol have called it quits! Despite competing together since they were children and dating for the last year and a half, Valeriy has released a statement that the duo would be 'going [our] separate ways for the upcoming competition season'. He also stated there were 'no hard feelings regarding the separation, [the couple] just turned out to have irreconcilable differences'. Our reps reached out to Y/N Wolff for a statement but she has declined to speak on it at this time.
user1: WHAT
user2: MUM AND DAD SPLIT UP?
âł user3: and they won't compete together anymore??
user4: wait will they be retiring? or will they compete in separate categories?
user5: 'she has declined to speak on it at this time' I just KNOW mother is LIVID
âł user6: no hard feelings my ass đ
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yourusernameđšď¸: đ§đ´
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yourusernameđšď¸: back at it â¸ď¸âď¸
user1: DOES THIS MEAN SHE WILL STILL COMPETE
danielricciardođšď¸: That's our girl!
user2: oscar being the first to like as usual
lewishamiltonđšď¸:đĽđĽđĽ
âł yourusernameđšď¸: don't you dare send fire to melt my ice??
âł lewishamiltonđšď¸: I was being empowering bozo
âł user3: they're so sibling energy đ
user4: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU Y/N
oscarpiastriđšď¸: đ§đ§
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âł user5: is this him 'making a move' đĽ´
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oscarpiastriđšď¸: Good day, pumped for a p5 finish đ
yourinstagramđšď¸: WOAH
âł user1: SHE"S SO REAL FOR THIS
âł oscarpiastriđšď¸: What?
âł yourusernameđšď¸: jawline sharper than my skates đł
âł oscarpiastriđšď¸: Why are you always bringing my jawline into things?
âł yourusernameđšď¸: OHMYGOD PASTRY ITS CALLED FLIRTING READ SOME SMUT
user2: UHHHHH WHAT WAS THAT INTERACTION WITH Y/N
âł landonorrisđšď¸: IDK MATE
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yourusernameđšď¸: thank you for having me @.mclaren!
mclarenđšď¸: The pleasure was all ours Y/N đ§Ą
landonorrisđšď¸: *oscar's
âłuser1: LANDO TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW
landonorrisđšď¸: I didn't even make it onto the post đother priorities i guess
âłyourusernameđšď¸: I WAS PROUD OF YOU TOO LANDO
oscarpiastriđšď¸: I can't believe you'd post my ducks
âłyourusernameđšď¸: NO ONE IS HAPPY WITH ME POST
user2: soooo...the shoes?
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oscarpiastriđšď¸: Proud is an understatement đ§ĄđŠľ
user1: OUR GIRL WON THE GOLD đĽ
âł user2: the way we haven't heard a peep from her ex skating partner too-
user3: IS THIS AN ANNOUNEMENT FINALLY
yourusernameđšď¸: đ§ĄđŠľ
âł user4: ohmygod do the hearts represent them the papaya for mclaren the ice for y/n
danielricciardođšď¸: Congratulations Y/N!
user5: daniel being y/ns biggest supporter for like a decadeđđĽš
user6: LOOK AT THEM TOGETHER
user7:what the hell does toto think of this đ
âł yourusernameđšď¸: believe his exact words were 'will oscar come to mercedes now đ'
user8: @.yourusername so you and oscar DID go skating đĽšđĽš
âł yourusernameđšď¸: was like bambi on ice
âł user9: been waiting for them to realize for so long...like i knew it
âł landonorrisđšď¸: preaching to the choir mate
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i really want to be posting more as I'm so busy with work and also graduating in a few months and that seems to be taking up all my time đŠ but I really appreciate the support I've been receiving and will be working through your requests asap đ¤
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What about Y/N and reader having a little baby girl. Sukuna was disappointed at first because he wanted another boy. But she becomes so attached to her papa since she was a baby. Like she sees cuts on his hands (she doesnât realize he can use RCT yet) and tries to treat his wounds đĽşđŤśđ˝
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I though tumblr ate your ask when I scrolled 5 times and could find it and I panicked so hard đ So cute 𼺠Im pretty sure weâre going with Anya, but I suck at catching her personality so Iâm just going to go with general daughter reactions for this đĽšđ¤đ¤
(Note: I tried, but I feel like Iâm always lacking in the daughter area. Maybe I need to borrow my niece ;-; also, its a little shortâŚ) finally back into it tho đ
Your room fell silent, the cries filling the air were almost piercing. You felt like you knew this was bound to happen. Yuji was a miracle, but your second child was born a girl. You knew Sukuna had only ever cared about having heirs, so in the silence you were on edge of what he would say or do.
It was strange watching him in that moment, she was crying in his arms, he was staring at her with that black expression that always appeared like a frown. He shouldnât have been so openly disappointed, he knew from the start when your stomach started to swell and he hadnât noticed until he touched your round belly. The child in your stomach had not an ounce of cursed energy to leave a presence, much less for him to be able to tell what it could be. Yet he held out hope for a boy, even if the lack of his presence was due to a heavenly restriction, he could work with that. But no, the little pink haired girl crying and screaming in his arms was enough to leave him perplexed. He shook his head, handing her over to you, you watched him while you began to breastfeed your daughter.
âSukuna..â your voice was a whisper followed by a cringe of feeling like your insides were coming out. You wanted to comfort your husband but you didnât feel right. âSukuna,â your lower stomach kicked in painful cramps, and everything moved in a rush. Sukuna was pushed out of the room and heard the panic of your caretakers clearly.
â- â- â- â- â-
The day had passed and he sat outside your room, they had persisted he did not pass. So he sat out there waiting until the early hours of sunrise when they brought out his daughter. He took her in his hands, you couldnât see it past her pink hair and eyes, but to Sukuna she had your face. She was small and round but to him, she looked so similar he was in disbelief you had won over that part of his genes.
He sat there all day, holding her to his chest, while his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed but he couldnât sleep, he couldnât rest, he could tell you were alive, but it felt like you were just barely there. He looked down in his arms, the little bundle of clothes moving around slightly as your daughter moved, crying out. He wanted to hand it off to a servant as his hand came up to uncover her face more to look at her, that was until her hand slipped out taking a tight hold of finger. She stopped crying for a moment just sniffling, her little nails falling digging into his skin. âCome, stop your crying.â His free arm came to lightly run over his little wrinkly cheeks, âmy child.â He was looking at her with such a soft look, the servants found it endearing. It was then he decided he would take care of her as he did Yuji, his child, his pride.
â- â- â- â- â-
Years passed, and you were outside with Yuji. Watching Anyaâs big eyes growing in size as an emperor butterfly slowly fluttered around the garden. It had been a month since Sukuna had left on one of his little excursions, you were curious why his supposed two week trip became a month long trip. But you had your 13 year old Yuji who was laying in your lap passed out from his own Ventures of the day and your 3 year old girl keeping you busy, you didnât feel as lonely as when it was just yourself. âMama!â Your hand kept running though Yujiâs hair, âYes sweetheart?â Your little girl came running up to you, âPapa!â You could see the stars in her eyes as she pointed behind her, past the garden. You looked seeing the all too familiar and burly silhouette in the distance. You faked a gasp, âIt is papa! Heâs almost home. Do you wanna go get him the sweets you made?â She perked up more, âYeah!â You watched as she ran off inside the house singing a song as her steps padded on the ground. Yuji slowly sat up, eyes squinty as he looked around âDad?â You laughed while rubbing his head, âYes.â
You started to get up, Yuji rushing up and offering to help you as you struggled to get up, âmy leg is tired from being in one place too long.â You laughed and Yuji grinned, âSorryâ was tired.â
You simply rubbed his head, âItâs fine, go get your sister, sheâs been away for a while already.â
Yuji ran off to find his sister while you tried to ignore the feeling in your legs. You moved closer to the edge of the garden Sukuna was approaching in fresh blood, the closer he became the more you noticed the minor scrapes and cuts on his body. You rolled your eyes with a smile, he shrugged off the top of his robes once he had realised your eyes were trained on his body. It would be a lie to say you didnât find him attractive in this form of glory, but for the sake of your kids you wouldnât touch his chest and give him that look. It was when he stood in front of you that your dominant hand pulled your handkerchief from your obi, your free hand cradling his face before cleaning his face of the foreign contaminant.
âI see my husband is home, sturdy, well and revelling in his victories.â You hummed as you finished cleaning his face, pulling him towards you gently so you could kiss him. As you pulled away from what was going to be a soft kiss he pulled you back in to catch your lips longer, âMhm.â Was all
He hummed against your lips, aside from the hand on your head, two of his free hands came to your waist to pull you closer. Placing your hands on his chest you pushed yourself back a little to stare up at him, âYour little girl has been asking and crying for you to come back. She even made you a little treat everyday for when you arrived.â He hummed, eyeing you, your hands moving to rest on his biceps, âThey should be here. I sent her in to retrieve what she worked so hard on.â Your head turned exposing your neck to him, his last free hand coming up to run his nails over the tender flesh, âIâm sure sheâll be back soon enough, as for now Iâm craving the feeling of something else.â His hand angled your head away, teeth and lips running over the plush pulse point on your neck, until he huffed at your resistance, âhow impervious.â He pulled away, hands sliding from your waist as he looked away visibly upset. You couldnât fight the smile, âWe should go, it might be a waste waiting longer out here then if we go find them.â
â- â- â- â- â-
Thatâs how you ended up in this situation. Yuji was sitting by his dad with a big smile listening to the story of how he single-handedly levelled another city. Anya was sitting on his lap bouncing along as his body shook when heâd let out a louder laugh or was jostled around with his movements. That was until she noticed the smallest cut on his stomach and let out a loud gasp making all of you turn to look at her.
âPapa! Youâre hurt!â Sukuna looked down, seeing the small surface wound that left a red line of broken skin over his side stomach. âOh, I suppose I a-PAPA NEEDS BANDAGESâ she was rushing off feet pattering over the floor as Yuji mumbled, âBut.. canât dad use reverse cursed techniqueâŚâ he looked confused as he closed his eyes tilting his head to the side. You looked at your husband who sighed with a faint twitch at his lips and placed a hand on Yujiâs head messing up his already tousled hair. âInteresting, I remember another brat with pink hair who did the exact same thing.â Yuji smiled under the weight of his fathers hand.
Anya came running in with a bowl of water spilling everywhere and other things tucked under her little arm. You watched as Ryomen steadied her after she spilt water onto his lap trying to clean his wounds as she had watched you done when your husband would crave your attention and purposely not heal his own wounds leaving you to tend to him. He cringed as more water spilt onto his lap as she un purposely smacked his stomach with a soaking rag rubbing at the small flesh wound, Yuji tried not to laugh as you laughed quietly behind your hand watching as Sukuna tried to help only for Anya to yell at him âNo! I can do it papa! Youâre hurt!â
The screen was cute as he cringed more at the cold water, relieved when she stopped only to become stressed when she pulled out the roll of wraps. She had seen you use those wraps on Yuji many times when he would become injured or hurt. What she didnât see was how her father was much larger in size, those tiny wraps wouldn't circle his waist even once.
When they couldn't, Anya became frantic, rushing to jump off her father and run to get more bandages. This was until Ryomen caught her mid jump, âLemme go daddy! Need more wraps!â He sat her back on his lap, âNo you donât brat, I'll show you something better.â
Anya looked up at her dad with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip, âPress your hands here.â You watched as he guided her small hands to his stomach over the wrap, âPut all your force behind it.â She forced her eyes closed, pressing both her hands against his stomach with all her little muscle. Using the slightest bit of his reversed cursed technique he pulled her hands away, âSee.â Her eyes opened slowly and the red mark on his stomach was gone. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him, âI DID IT!â Ryomen couldnât fight back the twitch of his lips that pulled into a smile, âYou did.â Her hands clasped together with starry eyes, her stare locked on Yuji, âI can fix you.â
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Been thinking about Sonic and Tails and how after a few years the two of them finally feel comfortable enough to start treating each other in that mean way that only siblings can be.
Heâd never joke if it was something serious- but whenever Tails gets a wound like a scratch or a bruise Sonic will give it a long, hard look while clicking his tongue and say, âIâm sorry bud, but weâre gonna have to amputate :(â and Tails will magically pull out a hacksaw saying âbetâ and Sonic has to wrestle it away from him.
Itâs hot outside and Sonic is too lazy to get his own drink so he stands there begging Tails to let him have a quick sip of his:
Sonic: pls just one sip and Iâll give it back
Tails: âŚ5 seconds and thatâs it
So Tails gives him the drink and Sonic is being dramatic like âthank you so much bro this means a lot to meâ. And Tails stands there watching as Sonic slurps down the rest of his drink until theres nothing left and his brother hands him the empty cup back like âthat hit the spot thanks dude :)â. Tails looks down at the empty cup in his hand then back at Sonic and he just full force smashes the cup to the side of his head, water and ice just splashing everywhere.
Tails is working in his lab and every time Sonic goes to visit him and catch up he will always ALWAYS leave the door open when he leaves. Tails will yell at him to leave it closed and Sonic never listens, heâll just stand there in the door and go đ¤ˇââď¸ until Tails chases him around the house. Sometimes Tails will legitimately just lock the door and Sonic will scratch outside like a dog kicked out of its home.
Tails is throwing a tantrum and just being particularly snarky and Sonic will always say stupid stuff like:
Sonic: âI literally gave birth to you???â
Tails: âMf no you did not â ď¸â
They make a bet about who can embarrass the other the most in front of strangers. Theyâre out getting ice cream or something and Sonic is letting Tails choose a flavor at the front, and the worker is talking to them like âhow nice that your brother is taking you out for ice creamâ. Tails look up at her with a big smile and says, âIt sure is. Itâs the first time this month since heâs let me out of the house. Iâll have to enjoy this while I can!! đĽšâ. The lady looks horrified and Sonic grabs Tails by the scruff of his neck and tries to de-escalate the situation.
Sonic: ahahaaa wowie!!! Kids sure do say the funniest things am I right?? đ
Tails: đŚđŚ
Theyâre out shopping and itâs kinda busy and so Tails slips away while his brother is preoccupied and leaves to go do his own thing. An hour passes by and Sonic has already left when Tails sends him a message saying âYou forgot me in the store :(â Sonic goes through the 100 stages of grief before sprinting back and freaking out thinking heâs the worst brother ever and Tails has already been at home waiting for him to get back just to laugh in his face.
Sonic is hyping up Tails to their fans and he playfully ruffles his head and goes, âYep! He just learned how to tie his own shoes, Iâm hoping that heâll learn his alphabets soon enough. âşď¸â and Tails dies on the inside bc now all these people think heâs a second grader.
Mean sibling bonding at its prime.
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jinxed-lemon/743795378027184128/miles-tails-prower-enthusiast
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Being Jubes number 1 supporter at his games, heâs all in love cause heâs so boyfriend. Maybe Erling or Gio being haters in the comments (as a joke ofc)
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It is the proudest day of my life to join the greatest club in the history of the game. I will give absolutely everything I have to help this team win. Thank you for the amazing welcome. HALA MADRID!!!đ¤đ¤đ¤
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youruser: the last month has been such a whirlwind and I donât even have the words to express what Iâm feeling. Judeâs said it all in his post but those of you that have been his fan since his beginning at dortmund, know that Iâve been around since then too and been his bigger supporter (aside from his family of course) - to everyone at dortmund, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving him and helping him reach his potential, youâll always hold a special place in our hearts. đđ¤
madrid has welcomed us with open arms and we couldnât be more grateful. looking forward to spending the next few years here, we love you already! đ¤Â
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Oooo what abt a cozy holiday fic w steve & shy reader snuggling under blankets w hot cocoađĽš
hiii thank u for this request!! hereâs some sweet steve fluff with r after a tough day at work <3 | 0.6k
Steve Harrington has become your comfort person, which, if someone had told you that in high school, you wouldâve never believed.
Now, however, heâs different, letting his goodness shine through. Youâre not sure how you got lucky enough to land him, but after a run-in at the grocery store, a first date (and many more), you get to call him your boyfriend.
Dating has never been the easiest for you, with your shyness that hasnât faded much over the years, but Steve was patient, following your lead while also encouraging you to open up.
So, months of dating, and youâre only ever happy to see him, the nerves dissipated with the first âI love you,â that he spoke.
âStevie?â You call, stepping into the Harrington home, your spare key in hand.
âIn here, honey!â He calls, his voice filtering out of the living room.
Even just the sound of it has you relaxing a little, setting your things down and walking over to him.
In the living room, you find that the couch has been covered with cozy blankets and pillows, a Christmas movie paused at the opening credits on the TV, and two steaming mugs of hot chocolate sit on the coffee table.
âHi,â he says, taking the few steps over to you as you look around. âI thought we could do a holiday movie night. What do you think?â
Your heart squeezes, and after the day youâve had, your eyes well up a little, too. You surge forward and wrap your arms around his middle, cheek pressed to his shirt. âThank you.â
Steve hugs you back easily, a reflex at this point, an arm around your shoulders, stroking your back gently, a hand pressed to your head to keep you close. He thinks about when you used to be too afraid to initiate anything, and feels immensely thankful that youâd trusted him enough to get to where you are now.
âI was hoping youâd like it, but I didnât think itâd be this much,â he says, chin resting on the top of your head. âYou alright, honey?â
You sniffle once, nodding against him. âBad work day. The holidays are so busy, and I was out front all day. Just tired.â
Youâve always preferred to be in the back, doing stock or cleaning things up, because itâs so much easier. No awkward conversation youâll stress over later, no second-guessing every word you say to strangers.
Steve knows that, so he dips to press a kiss to your hair. âIâm sorry, honey. I know it can be overwhelming. Let me help you feel better, yeah?â
âThank you, Stevie.â
You let him lead you to the couch, where he sits right next to you, an arm swung over your shoulders. Before you know it, heâs got you bundled up in blankets and tugged close to his side.
He presses play on the remote, letting the Christmas movie and its festive soundtrack start to play. âComfy?â He checks.
âMhm. The comfiest.â
âPerfect,â he kisses your head again. âYou just tell me when you want some hot chocolate, Iâll pass it to you.â
âI can get it myself, you know.â
âYeah, but I like taking care of you.â
You shake your head with a small smile, the stress of your work day melting away, the awkward encounters long forgotten.
Eventually, about halfway through the movie, Steve realizes that youâd fallen asleep, cheek on his shoulder, hand holding onto his arm. He focuses on your steady breathing, on your face completely soft and relaxed, and he canât help but smile.
Steve thinks that this Christmas and every other one to come, the only gift heâll ever need is you.
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Those Eyes Chico ŕź myg (m) | chapter two
â Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongiâs upcoming D-Day album & tour, youâre expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldnât be a problemâyouâre the best in the business and youâre used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines youâve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?
pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader
genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love
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warnings: This chapter in particular is written from Yoongi's perspective, oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of body shaming by Hybe executive, bestie!tae is wonderful support đĽš, light fighting between members (literally crack), Namjoon has a little crush, Oc being a total boss at work bc she is amazing at her job, and cute & meaningful Yoon and OC interactions that make them finally start bonding (a little flirty too, hehe) đ
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a/n: CHAPTR TWO IS HERE! GOD...the slow burn exists outside the series too with me not updating for two months. I'm sorry guys but TYSM for your patience! I'm VERY excited to release this chapter bc I think Yoon & Oc are super cute, hehe. Okay anyway, this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 𼺠Enjoy! 𼰠Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!
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Yoongi stands with his hands placed loosely on his hip, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath. The seven of them had been practicing choreography for their new RUN BTS song nonstop when Jimin called for a much-needed, fifteen-minute break. Thereâs a part of him thatâs thanking the younger for it and another thatâs wishing he hadnât, as every moment left alone with his thoughts is spent decoding his last encounter with you at the cafeteria.
Why had you made such a beeline for the exit the moment he was waved over by his member?
You also completely ignored his attempts to greet you on your way out. He only stopped by the cafeteria to slip an orange in his pocket before returning to his studio. He didnât mean to intrude or incite that you had to leave with his sudden presence.
Taehyung assured him that you merely left to tend to work matters, which heâd typically sum as hyper-fixation with oneâs work as heâs prone to do the same, but this felt different at its core. Your behavior seemed more intentional than that. The last thing he wants to do is misread the whole situation, but he mustâve done or said something to cause your uneasiness.
âHyung, how did the album meeting go this morning?â A clear voice comes from Yoongi's left as his fellow band member, Namjoon, strides next to him, water bottle clenched in his fist. Like himself, large droplets of sweat dots around the manâs brow. The minor interruption shakes Yoongi out of his slightly dazed state.
âWent well.â He takes a big swish of his own water before screwing the cap back on. âWe reviewed everything in three hours and the album looks better than I anticipated. There are a couple of promotional strategies that still need finalizing, but Iâm pretty confident about it overall.â
âThatâs great, man. __-nimâs been doing good work with TXT for the last few years, so sheâs definitely suited for the job. I thought about requesting her help to promote Indigo but the timing of it all didnât work.â Namjoonâs voice drops an octave at the last part, as if remorseful for more than a missed professional opportunity.
âAh, maybe your next album hyung,â Jimin suddenly chimes in, slapping the taller man on the shoulder from the side. âI have a feeling you and __-nim would work well together. Think about it, youâre both natural born leaders and youâre smart too. I bet __ -nim has as high of an IQ as you.â
Namjoonâs cheeks flush with the faintest tint of rose as Jimin flashes a knowingly cheeky grin. Yoongi, of course, witnesses the entire exchange, the slightest part of him feeling uprooted by the thought of his band member and new marketing manager suddenly hitting it off. He decides not to comment on the matter, choosing to remain in ignorance instead. This is all speculation, right?
Now that theyâre all on the subject of his album though, it gets him thinking that maybe heâs been too narrow viewed regarding the reason for your off putting behavior at lunch.
D-Dayâs release has become a consuming priority lately, with everyone involved worked to the bone. Aside from himself, youâve been bearing the brunt of it. Heâs appreciative of course, considering the album holds a deep sense of meaning to him, and heâd be lying if he said he didnât want it to be perfect. A little pushback during the first proposal is natural, yet he did get more resistant toward ideas during this morningâs meeting than anticipated. Perhaps some of his nitpicking was unnecessary, adding to your already heavy load.
Yoongiâs head feels worse the longer he entertains the possibility. He doesnât want to make the first time working together a complete whirlwind, especially this early. A strong, healthy partnership starts with trust, safety, and mutual respect. The same philosophy can be applied to relationships of varying natures. That reminds himâsince when did Taehyung and you become so close? Heâs been ruminating over it all afternoon, like a jigsaw puzzle he canât solve.
Itâs odd how little he knows.
âI heard someone mention __-nim over here. I want in.â A small grumble leaves Yoongiâs lips as Jungkook pushes next to him, displeased by how tiny his space bubble has gotten due to the huddle his members have formed around him. Just why the hell is everyone so interested in his new marketing director? That's what he wants to know.
âCan you introduce me to her sometime hyung?" Jungkook pleads. "Iâm thinking about releasing an album in the next year and itâd be great if you could hook us upâŚyknow?â
Oh, Yoongi knows. He knows exactly what this young buck is insinuating, but it isnât mating season yet and even if it were he will do no such thing as to âhook them upâ. Besides, his conscience tells him that you wouldn't be interested in the company of a younger man anywayânot that your dating life is any of his business or anything.
âGet in line Jungkookie, behind Namjoon. He needs her for his album first.â Jimin squeezes down on Namjoonâs muscular shoulders with both hands, shaking him just enough to hype him up. His hands are removed seconds later when heâs told to knock it off.
âThatâs enough about this, okay? Iâm pretty sure Yoongi-hyung is the only one who actually needs __-nim right now because, in case you dumbasses have forgotten, D-Day is set to release in April,â Namjoon scolds the two with a commanding tone. Jungkook, per usual, remains persistent in his original request and keeps his full attention on Yoongi.
âAnyway hyung, as I was saying, I know your album takes priority so Iâm in no hurry to meet her. I can be pretty patient as you know-â
âHeh, thatâs a lie.â
âShove it Jimin, no oneâs talking to you.â Jungkookâs eyebrows scrunch together as Jimin snorts helplessly next to Namjoon.
âYou shove it Kook,â Jimin counters. âAnd stop trying to date __-nim! Find your own woman!â
âIâm not trying to date her! She's my noona for gods sake! Do you think Iâm oblivious to how the public reacts to idols dating? Also, __-nim is a Hybe employee, not an idol. I can only imagine the type of scandal the media would spin it as.â
âRight, we all know you actually just want to take her to your bed instead,â Jimin interrupts for the umpteenth time. âOur handsome leader, on the other hand, is interested in her professional abilities. We can learn a lot from him.â
âWhy are you always trying to start a fight with me Jimin? Is it because I can take you, now that I've been building up more muscle?â Jungkookâs accusations earn him nothing more than a sea of eye-rolls until Jimin lunges himself towards him, puffing out his chest the best he can to size him up.
Namjoon rubs his face with a hand, a clear visual display of his exhaustion. Heâs been moderating these stupid squabbles for nine years now. âAlright very mature, biggest boy band in the world and this is what itâs come to? Amazing, congrats to everyone for winning the award for most-â
âWoah, woah, woah,â Seokjin interjects, effortlessly shouting over everyone while waving his hands. âMy brothersâŚwhy are we fighting over here like a couple of peacocks? We are all beautiful in our own, individual ways. Mine, for example, is my handsome face.â
âFor the love of god hyung, weâre trying to settle something. Go take your inspirational pep talk elsewhere!â Jungkook bends his knees, swooping down to throw Jimin over his shoulder but he misses when the man starts tickling him ruthlessly.
âSt-ah-stop it Jimin!"
âYou stop it, you frickinâ brat! Trying to take advantage of our hyungs for your own selfish gain.â Jimin then slaps Jungkook on the ass which does not go unappreciated as Hoseok cackles from the other side of the room. Up until this point, heâs been scrolling on his phone, completely unbothered by the chaos. As Hoseok nears the action, Jungkook delivers a swift kick to Jiminâs rear end.
âOw, what the fuck Kook?!â Jimin tries soothing the sting by massaging it with his hands. âYou little prick!â
âOh come on, I barely hit you. Gaining sympathy points wonât help this time, plus I see you trying to hide a grin. You think this shit is funny. Youâre sick you know that?â
Jimin makes a move to return the kick to his youngest member but ends up hitting a far taller, and leaner subject instead. Taehyung, who just returned from the bathroom, throws a hand over his abdomen and grunts from the sudden impact.
âWhat isâshit Jimin that really hurt!â Taehyungâs baritone voice echoes off the walls as he winces from the pain. He takes a few deep breaths, then viciously eyes the two brawlers followed by the rest of the room. âWhat the hell is going on? I heard you all talking about __-nim from the hallway. Yoongi-hyung here is trying to kick off his album and tour, which we are supposed to be celebrating over drinks this Friday, but here you are arguing with each other and who has the biggest dick. Well, you can all put it away because as __-nimâs best friend, and number one wingman, only Iâm allowed to set her up with someone and it wonât be with any of you! Sorry hyungâŚâ he looks at Namjoon who appears to have brushed the comment off.
As soon as Taehyung ceases his mini-speech, eery silence sets in. Hoseok is the first to dare say a word.
âUh, so whatâs this about being her best friend Tae?â
âYeah, I had no idea either.â Jimin quirks his head to the side, awaiting the details.
âSame,â Namjoon adds in a short breath.
âWhat happened to us, man?â Jungkook pouts at Taehyung, a total 180 from moments ago when he was in an unsolicited sparring match with Jimin. âYou used to share everything with me. Now youâre holding out on me. Since when did you and __-nim start hanging out?â
Yoongiâs ears perk up for the first time since all the commotion began, curious to hear Taehyungâs response. He only recently discovered the blossoming friendship hours ago and even then, it was a brief inside look.
âI didnât think to mention it but yeah, we started talking since her first day at Hybe. I bumped into her on the way into work, early morning for both of us. I expected her to be a bit on the reserved side, considering she was a new hire, but she was quite friendly. The more we talked, the more I felt like I knew her as if a childhood best friend Iâd reconnected with.â Pausing, he wets his lips before continuing. âWe share a lot of our meals together now, like our lunches during the weekday. Her food tastes amazing by the way. I think she missed her calling as a chef but itâs more than foodâ itâs a love language, a labor of love.â
âWow, you two sure are connected,â Hoseok speaks first again, seeing the rest of his members working to process the new bit of info.
âPlatonically, yes.â
âThisâll be good for Yoongi-hyung and his album then! No bad blood exists here!â Hoseok shifts his gaze between Taehyung and Yoongi, pleased with the outcome. The older of the two remains speechless, yet itâs far from a dazed expression. Yoongi is instead deep in thought, the wheels turning in his head.
So maybe itâs true that birds of a feather flock together, he hums to himself. The two of you seem to be social butterflies with a vase full of commonalities. He, on the other hand, prefers his solitude. Thatâs not to say heâs a hermit or anything though. Hybe hosts a company-wide New Yearâs Eve party every single year and heâs made his best effort to attend them all. He mainly mingles with his members, but he still makes sure to small talk with other coworkers. Come to think of it, did he even see you at last yearâs New Yearâs Eve party?
He canât remember much from the night except Seokjin scolding him for not wishing him a happy birthday the minute the clock struck midnight. He was a bit tipsy at that point. Taehyung disappeared soon after to make his usual rounds, stopping to chat with everyone in his path. Maybe he took off to talk to you during that time.
Okay, he really needs to stop thinking about you.
"Just to confirm, is everyone still on for Friday night to celebrate D-Day?" Jimin pipes. "I booked us a good place to have some food and drinks.
Taehyung nods, "I am, as long as it's not the same place we saw our CFO and his much younger date feeding each other. I couldn't eat for the rest of that night."
Jungkook fakes a gag before replying. "I'm sorry but does anyone know how is he still working here? Guy creeps me out."
"I swear, I couldn't agree more. Just yesterday he made an egregiously body-shaming comment toward __-nim to someone else on the board. She kept a brave front when she told me, but I'm damn tempted to get him removed from his position myself!" Taehyung's nostrils flare as he shares his frustration, fingers digging into his hips.
Yoongi takes a final chug of his water before abruptly tossing the bottle on the floor. A sharp crack resounds through the space, instantly commanding the authority of the room. âFifteen minutes is over,â he gruffs. âIt might be twenty minutes with all the bickering earlier. We don't have time to be talking about this anymore.â
âCome on now," Hoseok says. "Didn't you hear what Taehyung said? Our CFO really is a class-A jerk. I feel so bad that __-nim has to put up with his bullshit, she doesn't deserve it." His eyes frantically search the room, hoping to rally support.
"Don't worry about that asshole," Yoongi assures, "I'll handle it." He strides over to his choreographed position on the dance floor as if a leader in his own right, the rest of the members following in his steps.
"Just don't kill him, hyung," Namjoon says, resting a hand on the older's shoulder from behind. Yoongi merely snorts lightly in reply.
Yoongi is dead tired, his feet feeling heavier the minute he stands from his studio chair. He could have left hours ago, but here it is nearly 9:30 at night, and he's only just leaving the office.
As he shuffles down the hallway towards the elevator, he notices the eerie silence. It's thick, almost palpable. There's not a soul left in the building this late at night. When the elevator doors open, he leans casually against the metal rail, closes his eyes, and mentally retraces his day.
Overall, it was a decent day, he thinks, productive at best. Skipping dinner to work on his album tracks was an easy decision, but he might be paying for it now given the intense growling of his stomach. Despite his songs being considered perfect by his members, he can't help but tweak each one a final time. It's as if his gut tells him there's still a piece missing from the whole.
All at once, the elevator comes to a sudden stop. Yoongi's eyes shoot open, anticipation flooding his senses. Is someone still here? He listens intently, straining to hear any sound over the faint hum of the elevator. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, the elevator doors slide open to reveal an empty, dimly lit hallway. It's the 16th floor. He hesitates for a second, peering into the shadows, but thereâs no sign of anyone. Strange.
Just as the elevator doors begin to close, Yoongi hears a distant, unmistakable voice. "Please hold the door!" you plead, your voice strained with urgency. He responds immediately, stretching out an arm to block the door. "Thank you so much," you say, slipping in beside him, your bag thrown over your shoulder.
Yoongi watches as you enter, curiosity in his eyes. It seems you were of like mind tonight, working late and likely burdened by the extra work he caused for you. The feeling of tension is as clear as it was yesterday, lingering as a reminder of the unspoken discomfort between you both.
But then again, there's that issue Taehyung mentioned, looming in his thoughts. He hadn't realized you overheard the horrendous comment his CFO made about you. No wonder you hurried away from him like a bat out of hell yesterday; you knew he knew. He wouldn't dare shine a light on the situation and risk embarrassing you further; no one needs to relive such a belittling experience. Yet, he's wrestling with the right words to say.
"Heading home, Min PD-nim?" You surprise him by speaking first, voice firm with a touch of gentleness.
Yoongi allows a faint smile to tug at the corners of his lips, hoping it'll relieve some tension. "I am, it's been quite a day. What about you?"
You nod, shifting the bag on your shoulder. "Same here. Just had to wrap up a few things before heading out."
He hesitates for a moment, noting how you speak as if it were only a few minutes past five or six in the evening. "I understand. I was working in my studio up until now. I should be back up there tomorrow too," he says, then chuckles lightly, "Sometimes I feel like I should just live up there."
You return the subtle laugh and smile softly at him, your light brown eyes catching his dark ones. It feels like the same prolonged gaze you shared upon first meeting, yet now, it's somehow become easier; perhaps a hint of familiarity.
"By the way," he continues, seizing the opportunity, "feel free to call me Yoongi-ssi. I'm not that formal in case you didn't know." He playfully gestures to his casual attire; tan cargo pants, grey plaid button-down, and sneakers.
You seem hesitant towards the request at first, evident from your delayed response. "Are you sure?" you choke. "I don't want to over step my boundaries."
"There's no need to worry about that," he assures. "We're on equal level aren't we? If we're going to be working side by side for the next eight months give or take, I want us to feel comfortable with each other. Please, call me Yoongi-ssi."
"Okay, I might need some time to get used to that," you say, head nodding, "I'll try calling you Yoongi-ssi from now on."
"There's one other thing too," he pauses, "since we'll be working on D-Day's promotion from start to finish, I'll have many of my own opinions. It's a natural instinct for me, but I don't want to be a hinderance. I don't want anyone else giving you issues either, so I'd like to hear your full thoughts on matters, especially when it comes to important decisions."
"That means a lot Yoongi-ssi, thank you. I'm very grateful that you'd allow me to be a part of this and I'd very much like us to have an equal partnership. This is your album though, so I want to make sure it gets the recognition it deserves in the way you'd prefer."
Yoongi glances at the floor numbers displayed to the right of the elevator doors. Any second now and you'll reach the lobby. He wouldn't mind talking longer, but letting you both get a decent night's sleep is the far better idea at this point.
"I trust that D-Day is in the right hands with you, __ssi," he replies. "It's why I recommended that we work together to promote it in the first place. Bang PD was also confident in the idea. We don't doubt your expertise for a second." He pauses when the elevator doors slide open and allows you to be the first to exit. "Have a good night, okay?"
For the first time, you reciprocate the wish with a full, illuminating smile. It's not a professional one, Yoongi notes, its a real oneâas genuine and sincere as his words. He takes it as a sign that the tides may finally be turning for the better. "You too," he hears you say before you push through the large revolving doors and step into the cool night air.
In the evenings that follow, Yoongi finds himself back in his studio as promised, a glass of whiskey in hand. He ultimately decided that if he was going to be here until all hours of the night, he might as well have a cold beverage to keep him company.
As he leans back in his chair, swirling the dark amber liquor in his glass, his mind inadvertently wanders to you. Were you downstairs again? Were you here with him? It would seem that given your unexpected late-night encounter in the elevator, the validity of the idea wouldn't be all that wild or far-fetched.
With each passing minute, as the clock inches closer to the late hours, he finds himself circling back to the same thought. It's as if the possibility of running into you has become a highlight of his night.
Just then, a deep and familiar voice interrupts. "Burning the midnight oil again, hyung?"
Startled, Yoongi looks up to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, a sympathetic smile on his face. Despite it being almost 9 at night, his younger member is nothing short of flawless in appearance.
"Yeah, working on my tracks," Yoongi replies, offering a small smile in return. "What are you doing here?"
Taehyung steps further into the room, hand tucked in his pocket. "I wanted to stay late to keep __-nim company, but I'm not sure how much longer she plans on staying tonight. I was on my way out when I figured I'd stop by to see you too."
"Well, thanks for thinking of me. Want a drink?" He offers, nodding towards the nearby whiskey bottle.
"No, thanks," Taehyung declines politely, shaking his head. "I'll let you enjoy your whiskey in peace. Although, __-nim might take you up on that same offer one of these days. She has a strong taste for it, as you do. Anyway, I'm heading out. Don't overdo it with your music, hyung, they're already perfect."
Once Taehyung leaves the studio, Yoongi's previous string of thoughts return to him tenfold.
So you really are here, he muses, and you happen to like the same throat-burning alcohol. Should he venture downstairs and offer a drink? No, that would probably be too much, and he wouldn't want to interrupt you. Maybe if Taehyung were accompanying him, but not alone; he doesn't share enough rapport with you to merit such a spontaneous drop-in yet.
No, he takes another sip of his whiskey, he'll see you tomorrow morning instead; during your morning meeting. But that gets him thinkingâhe's still yet to decide on whether or not he'll make an appearance on Fallon's show. Heâd done it with his members numerous times, but this would be the first time doing it alone. His album would indeed benefit from the exposure, though.
"Damn it," he curses, raising from his seat. "I work my ass off. I work my ass off for it all!" He then sits back down, finishing off the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, the burn soothing his frustration momentarily. With a resigned sigh, he turns his attention back to his music. "Damn it, I guess I'll do it."
If it weren't for his phone notification reminding him of his 10 am meeting on Friday, Yoongi would have missed it entirely. Normally, he never forgets important events, but several late nights in the studio had predictably caught up with him. He feels extremely sleep-deprived today, his memory more prone to blanking than usual. Waking up with a throbbing headache at 5 am, which hasn't dimmed in the slightest, doesnât help either. Nonetheless, with only ten minutes to spare, Yoongi has no choice but to pull himself together and head downstairs to the conference room.
"Good morning, Min PD-nim," you greet him as he walks through the door. "We're about to start."
Yoongi drags out a chair and takes a seat. You look nice today, he notes quietly to himself. He makes sure to send a small smile your way before returning the warm greeting. "Good morning __-ssi," he says. "I told you we can speak informally didn't I?"
He waits for your response, easily tuning out the startled reactions from the rest of the team. Most high-ranking officials in the organization expected to be addressed formally by those in lower positions, but here he was, openly requesting you to speak as equals. It was almost unheard of during work hours. He was Min Yoongi, after all.
"Right, of course," you reply, "You'll have to excuse me, Yoongi-ssi. It slipped my mind for a moment."
Yoongi watches as you shuffle a few papers in your hand before continuing. "To get us started, I thought we'd discuss the decision to schedule a spot on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Will we be proceeding with this?"
"After mauling it over I think it's a good idea for the album. Do we have an idea of when this would happen?"
"Ideally after the album releases and around the time the U.S. tour begins April 26th. I say we aim for early May. Given Fallon's show's high demand, we'll need to get a jump on this as soon as we can." You shift your attention to your digital marketing and promotions team. "So-hyun, can you reach out to the producers and see what strings we can pull?"
She nods, scribbling a quick note on her writing pad. "We'll reach out today. I'll let you know as soon as we get a response."
"Excellent, thank you. I'm glad to hear you're on board with this Yoongi-ssi. It'll be a great way to promote D-Day and attract a global audience. The more smartly we utilize our resources, the better your album will be positioned in the current market." You take a brief pause to flip through your notes again. "Speaking of resources, we'll need to start booking magazine shoots and interviews. I'm proposing we run cover pages with Marie Claire Korea and Vogue Japan."
Yoongi would be taken aback by the flood of ideas and schedules you're firing at him, all within the first fifteen minutes, if he weren't already aware of your level of competency. This is exactly why he chose you, he hums to himself, your preparedness is impressive, but not surprising.
"I presume this will take place next year?" he asks. "During their spring issues?"
"Absolutely. We'll submit inquiries soon to get the ball rolling, but having the shoots completed now would be premature. Plus, it'll take some time before there are any openings with the companies. I think we should be consistent with tour dates and have Marie Claire go out in May and Vogue ready in August of next year."
"Okay, I'm fine with all that but we'll need to have something exciting released now, don't we? I know I start my weekly lives tonight, but shouldn't there be something more we can do?"
"I agree," you reply. "That's why I wanted to propose a brand new idea that came to me a couple of nights ago while I was drafting promotional content. Anytime idols release a new album or music, it gets published on YouTube, right?"
He nods, curious on where you're heading. "Right."
"Why don't we start a talk show with you as the host Yoongi-ssi? It can allow your fans to see another side of you, as well as the general public. We can invite your BTS members as guests where you can discuss music or past challenges that you've had to overcomeâthe choice is yours. To make it more interesting for viewers, you can have these frank conversations over a glass of whiskey or soju."
"I like the idea," he says, weighing it in his mind. "What would the timeline look like for this?"
"If we move forward with the idea, I suggest December 5th and we continue it for a max of two months. I know that only leaves us with just under two weeks to get started, but creating the set shouldn't take more an a day or a day and a half. We can also easily shoot a 30 to 60-minute video in an afternoon and publish it on YouTube the following week. Of course, a preview of the show will need to go out beforehand."
"Would we be able to invite other guests to the show? Outside of my members, I mean."
"Yes, feel free to invite whoever you'd like. We can start with the member for the first several episodes but ultimately, welcoming a variety of guests from the same or differing industries would be the goal."
"If I may." A member of the social media team suddenly joins the discussion, "I think Kim Namjoon-nim might be a good person to feature first since Indigo releases December 2nd."
Yoongi nods in agreement. "I can ask him."
"That would be fantastic, actually. If his availability is limited, we could have him guest star for the second or third episode instead," you add. "Hoseok released Jack in the Box this summer so we could have him be the first guest as well."
"Do we have a name yet?"
"Suchwita," you answer without hesitation. "It's a play on words with Daechwita."
"Suchwita..." Yoongi repeats, "Time to get drunk." He chuckles at the last few words, amusing the room, but you remain contemplative.
"How about Suchwita...time to drink with Suga, instead? It's simple and has a slight whimsical nature."
"Sure, let's use that," he answers, noticing that you've already begun jotting down the idea. "Yours is better."
Despite the adrenaline from the productive meeting with you and your team, Yoongi still feels the weight of his sleepless nights bearing down on him. His headache remains relentless and he is in dire need of a moment to himself. Once the team disperses, he slips his phone into his pocket and makes his way outside. The crisp, early morning air should offer him some relief, along with the pack of cigarettes tucked in his pocket.
When he reaches the building's designated smoking area, Yoongi takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a deep drag as he leans against the cool brick wall. As he exhales, watching the smoke dissipate into the clear sky, his thoughts drift back to the meeting. The idea of hosting a talk show, "Suchwita...time to drink with Suga," still lingers in his mind. Itâs an intriguing concept, and he can already envision the relaxed, candid conversations that could come from it.
His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on the ground nearby.
"Oh, Yoongi-ssi," you say with alarm, obviously startled by his presence. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I'll come back lat-"
"There's no need for that. Join me if you'd like." Yoongi watches as you hesitate to accept his offer, your feet already positioned to head back inside the building. "Seriously, there's plenty of room, and no matter what they'll tell you, I don't bite."
He allows himself to smirk as you carefully move beside him, only stopping when there is at least two feet of space between you both.
"Thanks," you say, pulling out your own pack of cigarettes and lighting one. "I needed a break too."
"Rough morning?"
"Just busy," you reply, leaning against the wall next to him. "But the meeting went well. We should be able to get the ball rolling now that we have a more finalized plan. I'm glad you liked the idea of starting Suchwita, by the way."
"I do," Yoongi says, nodding. "It has a lot of potential and I'm sure Namjoon will be more than happy to help us out. He's a natural at this kind of stuff. I guess it's why he's our band leader."
"You know you're good at all of this too, don't you, Yoongi-ssi?" You pause, taking a puff of your cigarette. "Even when you have a lot on your mind and a packed schedule, you have a knack for making people feel at ease. It's why I think producing Suchwita will be such a great way to connect with fans and other artistsâyou'll be the host."
He chuckles, appreciative of the remark. "You really think that? That I make people feel at ease? It's not what a lot of people assume."
"Nah," you reply, tilting your head up toward the clouds. "They're just on the outside looking in. Those who know you, who are around you and talk to you, will agree that you're a pretty calming presence."
"Well, I think we're not so different then." Yoongi shifts his eyes to your face, still looking up at the sky, and smiles softly. "So, what made you come to BigHit? Didn't you say you worked for Atlantic Records? That's a pretty good gig."
"Yeah, it was. I learned a lot there, and man, I was thrilled when I got offered the job as a brand manager. I've always loved music, ever since I was a kid. I could connect so intimately with the lyrics. Music is one of the few things that could soothe me during rough times, and it still does today. I'm sure you can understand."
Yoongi nods, intent on listening to your every word, intrigued by your story.
"Anyway, sorry about getting long-winded here" you chuckle. "I ultimately decided to move on when Bang PD reached out and offered me the marketing manager position for TXT. It gave me the chance to be a more integral part of bringing music to individuals who need it most. It's like we say, 'music for art and healing.' I'd never had the opportunity to manage a completely new set of musicians before either, let alone a group. Plus, being on the global marketing team? I couldn't turn it down."
"It makes sense why you joined us then, and I have to say, it's a blessing you did too. Music is a way of communication for me, a way I can best express my story. That includes my past, present, and hopefully future. After hearing all you shared, I don't think there's anyone else I'd trust with handling my album promos." Yoongi pauses a moment, unsure if he should ask the next thing on his mind. "How come we never met before? I mean really meet and talk?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure myself. But things have a way of falling into place when the time is right, I suppose." You're now looking at him, the intensity of your gaze mirrors his own. A gentle breeze tousles a few strands of your hair and for a split moment, Yoongi begins to understand what Taehyung meant earlier when he said it feels like he's known you his whole life, like a childhood friend he'd reconnected with. While it may not be to that extent for himself, there's a comforting warmth emanating from you that leaves him feeling strangely tranquil.
"Given the circumstances, I feel like we should have at least met through Taehyung by now," he slips out. "Or even at a company-sponsored event."
"Why, do you like me that much, Yoongi-ssi? After five days of working together?" Your playful tease catches him off guard, revealing a side of you he hadn't seen before. It's kind of cute-wait, what?
"I-"
"Sorry," you quickly interject, feeling the need to backtrack. "I shouldn't have said it like that."
"Don't worry, there's no need for apologies. And to answer your question, I like you enough." He hopes you can hear the tease in his own tone as he responds.
You both lapse into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, the only sounds being the distant hum of traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird. He finds all of it soothing in a way he can't quite explain.
After a few minutes, you turn to him, your expression thoughtful. "You know, if you ever need to talk or just need a break, I'm here. We're teammates now."
Yoongi looks at you, his tired eyes softening with gratitude. "Thanks, __-ssi."
You give him a reassuring smile before pushing off the wall. "I'll let you finish your cigarette. See you later? And by later, I likely mean at 9 or 10 pm in our company elevator."
"Yeah, see you later," he laughs, watching as you walk back toward the building. He takes one last inhale, extinguishing the cigarette and letting the remaining smoke escape his lips slowly.
Yeah, he likes you just enough.
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@y/nforeal: GUESS WHO JUST WON A GRAMMY!!! fr tho i couldn't be more thankful for how far i've come as not only an artist, but an individual. now that award szn is over, imma take some time off from making music, because these next few months are gonna be busyyy.
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Grammy winner Y/N Y/LN going to court?! From ruined careers to ruined relationships, here's the rundown that led to all this. (1/10/2023 11:54 AM PT)
Since August of last year, fans have been talking nonstop about the leaked track that's been trending all over the internet. With its romantic lyrics and suggestive imagery, the song â Fantasize â made its debut surprising not only the listeners, but the artist as well.
Renowned singer Y/N Y/LN was more shocked than anyone to find that one of her unreleased songs had been spread around online. Even moreso, when the culprit behind the act was none other than rival singer, Artemis Grace.
Which begs the question: Why would Artemis care to leak Y/N'S music?
Well last summer, her ex boyfriend Jason Todd was alleged to have been in an intimate relationship with the grammy winner. Ever since paparazzi caught the two kissing outside of Y/N's Malibu home, theyâve been rumored to have been seeing each other in private.
Supporters of the singer were more than ecstatic to see the two together, and were happy to see that both stars were getting their well deserved happy ending.
Especially Jason, who had spoken up in past interviews about his exâs abusive behavior. Stating that the redhead was âmore than controllingâ throughout their relationship.
Unfortunately the so-called Fantasy was short lived, when the gothamite was seen outside of a nightclub with the toxic ex. Once the news broke headlines, while fans were more than devastated, they were just as quick to come to Y/N's defence.
Regardless of the heartache, many speculate that Y/N may have used Cassandra, Jason's sister, as a bit of a rebound! In fact, the tension between the two was more than noticeable in the interview they did together with Glamour.
As usual, fans jumped to the conclusion that their collaboration is what drove Jason to like Y/N's most recent post on instagram (an action that even she was skeptical about).
Back to the present, it seems that the redhead was also caught red handed. After TMZ investigators revealed Artemis as the culprit of the crime, Y/N made the smart decision to press charges.
On account of copyright infringement, as well as violating the original owner's terms of use, the offender had been served an official notice of the legal proceedings being taken against her.
However, because she failed to appear before the judge last week, Artemis was forcibly taken in by the authorities just this morning. The embarrassing encounter with law enforcement was seen by many in the area, and spectators did not hesitate to record the interaction and post it online.
Despite all the drama, fans are overjoyed to see the ex finally being held accountable for her behavior. And who knows, maybe the tragic story between star crossed lovers will get its happy ending after all!
end notes: so what do we think, yay or nay?
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Mama Bear and Papa Bear
request;can you write where pregnant mom and quinnâs 3 year old toddler son go to watch quinns game against the devils with quinnâs parents and family friends. and everyone thinks his son is a miniature quinn personality and looks wise. and the little boy absolutely lovessss watching hockey and cheering on his dad and uncles but also kinda shy so he wants his mom next to him at all times and sometimes to carry him which is kinda hard bc sheâs pregnant but quinnâs parents are a big help. and then when the games over quinnâs family and you guys all go out to dinner but now itâs kinda late so the toddlers kinda cranky but quinn is so soft and gentle with him during his tantrum đĽš
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Rowden Jerome Hughes also known as the quinn clone as He can be seen with the same "i don't want to be here face." He is Quinn's made over, but was a certified mama's boy. You can always find him either snuggled into your side or near his wonderful mumu.
You were sitting in the stands with the wonderful Ellen and Jim also known to Rowden as Mumu and Coach which he came up with on his own and the little hughes was curled up next to your six months belly which was another little boy watching his dad playing against his uncles.
Rowden had on his little canucks jersey just like his dad's but instead of hughes on the back it said daddy with quinn's number on it and to support his uncle's he wore a little devils hat that Jack had gotten him.
if you asked him who his favorite uncle was he wouldn't tell you as he loves them both the same but if it's between you and me he always hugs luke first even though he was technically name after Jack so its fair.
Rowden has been glue to your side the whole game, but every now and then he will go to his mumu and sit with her for a bit while you go use the bathroom.
Both Jim and Ellen are heaven sent when Quinn is always busy and your pregnant with a 3 year old. They have really helped you out with everything you couldn't have asked for better in-laws.
You started really needing to use the bathroom now so you look down at your husbands mini me with a quiet voice "row would you be okay with sitting with mumu while mama goes and uses the bathroom"
Rowden just snuggled into your side more which made the baby inside you kick so you put your hand on your stomach which catches the queen attention.
"sweetie are you alright" she spoke looking at you which you nod looking at her and Ellen notices your struggle with Rowden as she almost is remind of when quinn use to do something like this when she was pregnant with her second oldest.
Ellen notices her oldest son known as rowden dad about to try and score a goal. She does quick thinking and says "row daddy's on how about you go let mama use the bathroom and you can watch daddy"
Rowden nods his head quickly moving away from you so you can go use the bathroom.
Rowden and Mumu watch as his dad scores a goal to which he lets out a big scream clapping his hands screaming daddy.
From where they were sitting they couldn't see it but quinn had the biggest grin on his face hearing his little voice chant his name he gave him.
Quinn only had three soft spots. One was for his parents. Second was for his brothers and lastly You and His nearly two sons.
He was overjoyed when he found out he was going to be a dad especially having kids with the love of his life that he married just four years ago and you were just a bit younger than jack.
As the game went on the devils won, but Rowden didn't care about that as he got to watch his dad pay against his uncle while also spending time with his grandparents.
As Ellen and Jim went to wait out in the car while you rally up their sons to dinner as it was around eight o'clock which also might mean rowden will have a hissy fit if he doesn't get to bed soon.
The first one to come out of one of the locker rooms was luke as he was one of the ones to hit the showers first which meant he would be on rowden holding duties.
Luke made his way out of the locker room where he spotted you and his favorite nephew well his only nephew came waddle his way over to the over six foot tall guy doing grabby hands.
He lets out a soft chuckle leaning over picking up the boy who resembles his older brother while saying "hey there row row did you enjoy the game.
Rowden nods sleepily letting out a big yawn when another voice comes into the conversation "aww is row sleepy?"
Rowden nods snuggling into luke while Jack makes his way over to you saying "How are things going mama bear."
Ellen was the one who started the "mama bear" nickname as she always noticed when her and her husband always came over to Quinn and Your's house that you would make sure they had their dinner first before serving yourself like mama bears cold porriage.
"I'm okay J you and luke both played well tonight. Rowden was the one screaming his lungs out when you scored." You said which made Jack chuckle knowing Rowden loves the games just like his dad,uncles and grandpa.
Jack and you talked until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist which you know all too well and as you felt a kiss on your cheek you softly smile.
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As you all get sat at table in the back that when all hell broke loose when rowden started fighting with you about sitting in a high chair then started begging for coke.
Quinn got up from his seat witnessing his little boy burst out into tear and start having a hissy fit which broke his heart.
"bud how about this you can sit in daddy's lap and we can get you sprite but you can only have alittle bit okay?" he spoke to the pouty face boy with brown little curls falling into his face which he pushed them back.
Quinn wipes his son's eyes as he repiles with a nod letting his dad pick him up and soothe him knowing he's just tired and if he's tired he knew you were.
Quinn went back to the table sitting in his sit with his little boy in his arms gently rubbing his back as he sniffs while quinn orders his food while you put your head on his shoulder.
You were so very grateful to have a wonderful husband who loves you as their own.
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Could you do "you always see the good in people, even me" with Remus Lupin? đĽš
This has taken me a hot second but please just consider it a late birthday gift!!
Thereâs something about spending time with your friends that makes a strange ache form in your chest, an opening so big itâs shocking that thereâs no physical mark. Everything always looks so easy, so effortless for them, all smiling and laughing and snapping pictures, that you canât help but feel like dead weight. Youâre spending a week in a huge house with your wonderful friends in a beautiful location, but you canât seem to ignore the chasm in your chest.
âAre we having that rematch tonight?â James asks once everyoneâs finished their meals, empty plates and full bellies all around the outdoor table, a pack of playing cards in his hand. Thereâs a sour taste in the back of your throat, the creeping of bile and impending doom because for some reason you just canât be around them anymore, canât stomach another late night watching everyone laugh and talk and have a wonderful time while you wonder about how long it will take them to realize they donât want you around anymore.
âI think Iâll turn in for the night,â you say as you stand, chair scraping against the stone of the patio as you reach for everyoneâs empty plates, desperate to seem useful somehow. Thereâs a rally of protest, but you canât seem to convince yourself itâs genuine, so you plaster on a smile and keep making your way inside.
You make quick work of the dishes, thankful that theyâre mostly clear anyway, and you hurry upstairs before you can hear their rambunctious laughter and tears well in your eyes. Youâre almost in your little room at the end of the hallway when you hear the glass door to the patio slide open and close, but you brush it off as someone needing to use the bathroom, so you open the door to your room anyway.
Itâs small, just a twin bed and a dresser and a little nightstand, sparsely decorated but perfectly cozy, with a bathroom that connects you to the room being shared by Marlene and Mary. Youâd never dream of complaining, not when it perfectly suits your needs and youâre so thankful to even be included, and especially not when Sirius let it slip that Remus had agonized over room assignments for weeks, desperate for everyone to be happy.
Rifling through your luggage, you pull out a worn hoodie to warm you against the blasting of the air conditioning, and youâve barely pulled it over your head when thereâs a gentle knock at your door. You rush over and pull it open to reveal Remus standing on the other side. His cheeks and nose are red, a reminder of all the days in the last week that have been spent out in the sun, and even his hair has gotten a little lighter, a little fluffier, in the warmer, sunnier months.
âI figured I should come check on you, I know we can be a lot to handle, all day every day with no escape,â he says with a little chuckle, slightly awkward as he rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet. While not shy or reserved by the standards of typical society, Sirius and James back him seem like a church mouse, but you find him positively charming. Youâd quite like to spend all day every day with him, but thereâs no way youâd ever say that, especially not in these circumstances.
âNo, no, everyoneâs great!â Itâs the truth, but youâre sure you sound overeager, desperate to get an invite back the next time they take a trip or even simply hang out together, âI just get tired easily.â
âMe too,â Remus tells you with that gentle smile you love so much, the one that seems almost involuntarily, as if he canât help but to smile. Having it directed at you almost makes your heart stop.
Its silent, just the buzzing of the air conditioner and the carrying sounds of an energetic game of cards continuing on the back porch. The two of you just stare at each other, and typically youâd feel self conscious, but youâre too busy trying to commit every detail of Remusâs face to memory, every dip and curve and scar. You wonder if heâs doing the same to you.
The moment breaks when Remus gives a huff, a noise that sounds self-deprecating even when thereâs no context to it. You make a questioning sound back, still too distracted by the depths of his eyes to form a real sentence to ask whatâs wrong. Luckily, he seems to understand exactly what you mean.
âYou always see the good in people, even me,â he says, voice soft as honey, and you wonder what would make him think of this out of the blue, if this is his polite way of telling you to stop staring. You donât get the chance to ask him what he means, why he was thinking that, because you hear the back door slide open and a stream of voices filter into the house, playfully arguing and breaking the gentle peace that had settled over the house in their absence. Remus goes to join them and you follow, feeling a bit like a nervous dog until he smiles at you over his shoulder, giving you yet another thing to turn over in your mind as you try and sleep, trying to piece together the meaning behind all his words and actions, desperate to figure him out.
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hiiii, hope you are having a great day, can you please do an Instagram blurb abt harry and gigi hadid as y/n ? <3 like they're expecting a baby and he's so enamoured đĽş
hello :) long time no see babies!! iâve been busy w school but i managed to whip this one up, alsoo i may or may not have a little valentineâs day blurb coming next weekđ lol anyways here we go, lovesick dilffry coming up! hope u like this one <3
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yourinstagram oh baby yeah!
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ynfan1 IM BALLING MY EYES OUT
harryfan1 PREGNANT ????? HELLO
arianagrande the cutest everđĽš
yourinstagram @/arianagrande ilyyyy
annetwist so excited to meet the little one, you're already the best momđ
yourinstagram @/annetwist ahh im gonna cry, ily momâŁď¸
harryfan2 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUTUPSHUTP
ynfan3 aww i'm so happy for them đĽşâ¤ď¸
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harrystyles my pretty girls
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harryfan1 IM SOBBING
annetwist gorgeous
harryfan2 now imagine harry taking this photo...yeah i'm crying too
ynfan1 they're gonna be the best parentsđĽş
ynfan2 GIRLS ?? ITS A GIRL ?? SHUT UP
harryfan3 HARRY BEING A GIRL DAD OMFG I CANT DO THIS
ynfan3 aww it's a girl iâm crying
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harryupdates1 Harry via insta stories!
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harryfan1 THEYRE SO FUCKING CUTE
harryfan2 PRETTY. MOMMA. R U FUCKING KIDDING
ynfan1 omfg sheâs GLOWING
harryfan3 PRETTY MOMMA ?? THOUSANDS DIED.
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yourinstagram oh yeah, update!
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harryfan1 OMG SHES HERE
ynfan1 GIRL ITS BEEN THREE MONTHS WHERE DID U GO
yourinstagram @/ynfan1 i had a babyđ
arianagrande MOM Y/N SUPREMACY!
yourinstagram @arianagrande ILY
harryfan2 ANDGDJEH SHUT UP IM LOSING MY MIND
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harrystyles â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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Atonement Chapter 44: A Sticky Situation
A/N: We havena done this in a very long time⌠đĽš
Happy five year anniversary to this not-so-wee tale of mine. Thank you so much to all who have come along for the journey. I appreciate you more than you know!
For better or for worse, they decided to move in straight away.Â
It was in large part a financial decision. After months of working overtime, Claire had a decent sum tucked away in her checking account, but an indefinite hotel stay was a drain on their savings that they simply couldnât justify, given the option to stay in the mill for free. As soon as that much was decided, the pair of them had locked into what Claire called triage mode, trying to sort out what they would need to purchase imminently if they were actually going to attempt to live in a half-functional construction zone. Foremost in both of their minds was the pressing issue of heat: Claire insisted that she was fine with just setting up camp near the hearth, and was busy Googling the nearest places to buy firewood in bulk. Unconvinced that the fireplace alone would be sufficient for his painfully thin and perpetually freezing wife, Jamie had pulled up the page for the local hardware store on his own mobile, sifting through the reviews on various portable space heaters that they could position strategically around the house.
After a few minutes, Claireâs musing broke the silence of their individual research. âI suppose if we donât have a heat source then we donât have hot water.â As he glanced up from his screen, she made an odd wee movement, squinting one eye as she shifted her hips off to one side and back again. âWhat are we going to do about showers?âÂ
Pocketing his mobile, he crossed his arms loosely over his front. âAye, I was just thinkinâ on that myself. The plumbingâs already in, just need to finish gettinâ the boiler system up and running. Shouldna take me moreân a week or two, butââThere it was again, the microscopic spasm of Claireâs cheek, this time as her thighs clenched togetherââin the meantime, I reckon we can use the showers over at the gym. Itâs noâ but ten minutes down the road.â
âSounds good,â she said mildly, though the tightness around her eyes didnât slacken. Jamie regarded her for a long moment, frowning with the effort to pin down the source of her unease. If she wasnât comfortable showering at the gym, he was sure one of their neighbors would be more than happy to let them use theirsâŚ
Before the offer could even make its way to his lips, though, Claire shifted again, and something about the way she moved the third time â the subtle, swiveling twitch of her pelvis, the grit of her teeth â struck him as familiar where the other motions had eluded him. He knew all too well the squirming discomfort of having an itch in a place that couldnât be scratched in decent company.
But that was just it: he wasnât company, he was her husband. There wasnât an inch of her body that he hadnât tasted or touched; Christ, heâd been buried to the hilt inside her not half an hour agâ
⌠oh.
Ohhhh.
Quite abruptly, he struck recognition like a brick wall.
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hard hours for your idols of picking- their touch starved and lose their minds when reader starts foreplay
Touch Starved | NSFW
Idol Casting: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB.
Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI.
Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, smut.
Warnings: cursing?
Sexually Explicit Content: overstimulation, touched starved men (obvi), whiney needy idols (if that's not your thing, please don't read), penetration (kept it vague, choose whatever hole you'd like), kissing, biting, marking, hand jobs, let me know if I missed anything.
đď¸ Note: touch starved 𼚠OF MY CHOICE anonie you are so giving đ has not been beta read, it's a hard hours so these are meant to be less work and just for fun. Sorry its wayyy late I was busy irl.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.
Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ
I may hurt myself writing this one 𼴠Woo had been MIA for the last couple months while preparing for the latest comeback. So, when he showed up at your door requesting a Netflix and chill night, you prepared all his favorite snacks, soups and soju. Woo has always been affectionate in your relationship, but heâs never pushed your boundaries. You brace yourself on his thigh to reach across the coffee table for some banchan when you feel his thigh muscles stiffen. âOh sorry, you must be sore.â Youâre cut off when Wooyoungâs hands pull you into his lap and your mouth to his. Your chopsticks clattering into the pot of jjigae noisily. "Woo the soup!" "Fuck the soup!" Wooyoung whines into your mouth when you return his kiss. âSorry-can I? I just need-" He breaks off into another deep whimper when your hands undo his pants. âYes.â Is all you say before kissing across his beautifully cut jawline to leave a trail of marks down his neck. Wooyoung works on ridding the two of you of your bottoms. His skilled fingers immediately begin to work your entrance open. The first thrust in Wooyoung cries out, head falling against your chest as you work him. Mumbling about how you feel so good, how he needs this, that heâs sorry if he doesnât last. He doesnât, heâs painting your insides as soon as your mouths reconnect. But he lets you ride him through overstimulation until youâre coming just as hard as he did.
Bonus: Soup Recipe!
Kim Mingyu of SVT
Gyu. You had been away on a trip with your friends for the last week, and then came home to dive into work for another three. You've only seen your partner, Mingyu in formal settings and are always getting pulled away from each other. So, when the two of you are finally alone and you climb into his lap, he folds his large frame around yours becoming a whimpering mess. "Baby please," Mingyu begs as you trail kisses down his neck. His shirt long discarded, his hands firmly on your hips dragging you across the erection very obvious in his favorite gray sweats. "Are we needy, Gyu?" You slip a hand under the band to tease the line of pubic hair, his hips buck hard. Mingyu buries his face in your clavicle, nipping at the bone. "Don't tease me, it's been so long I just need you." You kiss his temple, other hand stroking his hair as you release him from the confines of his pants. "What do you want baby?" His head drops back, and those puppy eyes gaze up at you, "please fuck me." You kiss his plush lips, the two of you messily remove your bottoms so you can grant his wish. Mingyu clutches you to hip through each stroke, hands wrapped up your back with you're a life preserver and he's almost drowning in an ocean of arousal.
Lee Minhyuck of BTOB
Huta...your gym buddy had seemed a little on edge for most of November, but you hadn't figured out why just yet. You thought he could do with a little shoulder massage to release some of his tension. What you didn't anticipate was Minhyuck to drag you off to the empty mens showers and for your bodies to be shed of your clothing and slickened with hot water in minutes. "Huta," you gasp as his mouth finally leaves yours trailing opened mouthed kisses and bites down your neck. "Sorry, the no nut contest really wound me up this year." He huffs, restraining himself but bracing his elbows on either side of your shoulders. "Can I have you?" His earnest eyes bear into yours and as soon as you give an assured, consenting nod Huta is all over you again. Just as you are him, finally delving into the luxury of embedding your nails into each rivet of his cut abdomen. Biting deeply into his plump pectoral, earning a pleased growl from Minhyuck's cute mouth. "Keep it up and I'm gonna cum before I even make it inside you." His voice breaks off into a moan that echos around the tiled room as you fist his standing erection slowly. "Wouldn't want that," you tease, pecking his jaw and laughing when he flips you on your stomach against the shower wall. "Whoever cums first is buying the other a smoothie." You gasp as he thrusts two fingers smoothly inside you. "I'll buy you whatever you want for letting me inside this tight hole." đŤŁ
Š COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes
All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.
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hello! may i say i absolutely love your writing??? so i thought iâd request something :) aaron is readers first actual relationship (like her first serious one?) and her family dynamics have been difficult while growing up (absent father, not a really close relationship with her mother, she always felt like more of a flatmate to her yk?), so she hasnât experienced what it feels like to be truly loved and wanted and aaron has given her that, which makes their relationship even more special and important to her. heâs basically the only person she fully trusts and vice versa. when they get into their first big fight, she gets overwhelmed and is afraid heâs going leave her and thinks things like âi knew this was too good to be trueâ etc. of course, they make up and aaron comforts her and assures her heâll never leave her.
if this is something you donât want to write, thatâs totally fine!!! đŤśđź
Thank you, sweet nonny, for your kind words and the request 𼚠And sorry this took me so long to post!! I hope you don't mind I tweaked a bit to play more on reader's anxiety than the fight aspect- I hope this is what you were looking for đ¤
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader (angsty angst + hurt/comfort)
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Stupid, you chastise yourself for the umpteenth time as the apartment door closes behind your partner. Evidently heâs taken all the air in the room with him because your lungs canât seem to find any oxygen to breathe in. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. What did you think was going to happen?
Rather than staring at the closed door in the vain hope that Aaron will walk back through it, you scrub your hands over your face and head down the hall to his bedroom. You stand on your tiptoes to reach your duffel bag in the closet thatâs been sitting on a shelf since he first insisted you keep some things at his apartment. Maybe if you just give him space and then apologize, he wonât leave. After your dad walked out, that strategy had worked on most of your motherâs relationships, however short-lived they happened to be.
Your heart breaks at the thought of losing Aaron over something so seemingly trivial. Why hadn't you fought harder, spoken with more confidence in your voice? Why couldnât you just let it go?
You had planned a quiet dinner at Aaronâs place to celebrate six months of absolute bliss together. All you had told him last week was there would be a surprise waiting for him at home, courtesy of the shiny new key on your ring you had yet to use. You spent the evening cooking the recipe that you had been buying ingredients for when you bumped into him at the grocery store, a smile on your face while the memory replayed in your head. As the clock neared seven, you left the food in the oven to stay warm and went about setting the table, complete with fresh flowers, candles, and Aaronâs favorite red wine. Music played softly in the background, a series of songs you put together that reminded you of your boyfriend that he was never allowed to find out about. You gave the sauce simmering on the stove another taste test, smacking your lips together before adding another pinch of oregano.
Then, you fired off a quick Canât wait to see you soon! text to your boyfriend and settled down on the couch with your book to wait for his arrival from Quantico.
You waited⌠and waited, and checked your phone, and waited some more. As the minutes ticked by and the smile on your face faltered, you reasoned with a sigh that the BAU had probably gotten a case, and he was busy briefing the team before heading halfway across the country. You were no stranger to receiving a text or call from the jet, an apology for the untimely case and promise to make it up to you as soon as he was home.
But this radio silence felt different, and you released your bottom lip from its cage beneath your teeth with a quiet hiss when the familiar metallic taste of your anxiety getting the better of you touched your tongue. A thousand and one scenarios flew through your mind, possibilities of Aaron being hurt in the field or succumbing to another one of those fainting spells that his teammate and friend, Dave, had once warned you about.
Or maybe, just maybe, he had grown tired of you and was trying to figure out how to break things off.
Reaching the six month mark was a new milestone for you in a relationship. Most of your other relationships, if you could even call them that, didnât make it past the third date. Aaron could probably profile you in his sleep, tell you that the absence of your father in your life and your strained relationship with your mother made it hard for you to recognize genuine connection. That you were a serial people pleaser, even at the expense of your own health and wellbeing, convinced that if you said and did all the right things, you would be worthy of peopleâs attention, time, and affection.
Hell, the person who cut in front of you in line for coffee could probably tell that about you by the way you insisted they go ahead first.
As the digital clock on the stove flickered to 10:00, your nerves over Aaronâs welfare outcompeted your guilt over bothering him at work. You unlocked your phone to find your earlier text to him delivered but unread, and pressed his contact picture to place the call. He picked up on the third ring, and you released a sigh of relief until he answered with an easy, âHi, honey, how are you?â
Confusion muddled your features, but you kept your voice even as you answered, âFine, my love. You got a new case?â
âLuckily no, and Iâm so sorry I didnât respond to your text earlier. I just got caught up trying to finish this report so I donât have to work this weekend while weâŚâ He trailed off with a quiet curse before coming back on the line. âBaby,â he breathed out, a heavy sigh laced with regret. âWe were supposed to celebrate tonight, werenât we?â
âItâs okay,â you offered immediately, not really answering his question as your gaze flicked up to the wax dripping down the half-eroded candles.
âNo,â he responded firmly, and you could hear the distinct shuffling of papers in the background. âItâs not okay. Itâs late, so there shouldnât be traffic now. Iâll be home in twenty.â
You had spent those twenty minutes cleaning up the kitchen and convincing yourself that you werenât really upset, just worried that he hadnât eaten all day or taken proper care of himself. Then you changed out of your dress, opting instead for sweatpants and one of Aaron's old law school shirts to appear as casual as possible. By the time you heard his key in the lock, you were ready to meet him at the door with a smile.
âHi, baby,â you purred in greeting, cupping Aaron's face in your hands and drawing him down for a sweet kiss. He practically melted into your touch, pressing his lips to yours between words of apology. âItâs okay, really,â you answered easily with a shrug. âWe can just have what I made tomorrow!â
Aaronâs mouth turned downward at that, and you immediately criticized yourself for mentioning the meal at all. âSweetheart-â
âAar, baby, it was nothing,â you attempted to laugh it off, but his brows furrowed even deeper at your insistence.
âWhy arenât you upset? You should be upset.â
âWhy?â you challenged in return, smoothing your hands along his arms even as your fear that he was trying to push you away reared its ugly head. âI know how difficult your job is. I donât expect you to remember every little thing we talk about.â
âY/N, no.â His voice was firm as he gripped your shoulders and dipped his head down to meet your gaze. âThis wasnât a little thing. Just⌠give me a minute and then weâll talk.â
And now, here you are, hastily packing your bag and trying to make your escape before he returns to avoid having that dreaded conversation. The trite It's not you, itâs me and Itâs for the best and You should be someoneâs priority. Aaron had already sighed out the classic You deserve better before walking out the door.
You jump in surprise at the sound of Aaronâs voice rumbling over to you from the bedroom doorway. âAre we going somewhere?â
You look up at him and his heart breaks at the way your eyes are glistening in the dim light. âI thought I should spend a few days at my place. Give you some space to breathe.â And save you the hard part of saying we shouldnât be together anymore.
His bags fall to the floor unceremoniously, and Aaron crosses the room in two short strides to cup your face in his hands, brows furrowed, eyes searching yours. âWhy would I ever want to be apart from you when I donât have to be?â
You gape at him in disbelief. âYou donât want me to leave?â
His answer is firm, resolute, a simple, âNo.â
âAnd youâre not leaving me?â
âAbsolutely not.â He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you down beside him, tucking you into his broad chest. âIâm sorry I wasnât clear when I left. I just went to get my things from the car, sweetheart.â
âIâm sorry for assuming the worst,â you whisper. Your voice is so small and fragile, and Aaron tightens his hold on you. âI just thoughtâŚâ
âYouâre used to people not sticking around?â You nod, his starched shirt brushing against your cheek with the movement.
Aaron pulls back a bit to tilt your chin up, his gaze soft yet determined as he looks into your eyes. âI love you, and Iâm not going anywhere. You understand?â You nod again, and he dots kisses all over your face until your mouth turns up in a genuine smile. âYou-â He takes a deep breath and pulls your hand into his lap, running his thumb over your knuckles before continuing, âYou have made my life- and Jackâs- infinitely better, and I canât picture our family without you now.âÂ
You lift your joined hands to your mouth to press a kiss to the back of his hand. Then, hesitantly, you ask, âAaron?â
âHm?â
âWhy did you get upset about me not getting upset?â
âBecause you deserve the world, angel,â he answers firmly. âAnd you deserve better than the bullshit I pulled tonight. AndâŚâ He trails off, and you can feel the tension mounting in the rise of his shoulders. Placing your hand on his taut muscles, you rub it back and forth in a soothing pattern until he releases a breath and admits, âIt reminded me of my marriage, when things started falling apart before the divorce. Haley had gotten so used to my absence or making work a priority that she would just excuse things. First it was little things, like not answering a text for hours.â
âHuh, you donât say,â you interject, and Aaronâs gaze cuts over to you to find a cheeky smile on your face.
He nudges your shoulder with his own, muttering an apology before continuing, âThen it was bigger things. Holidays and trips and back to school nights. I even- I missed Jackâs first steps, yâknow that? I was on a case, halfway across the country, and I didnât see the video she sent me until days later.â
âAaron,â you sigh, now tucking him into your chest. âDo you know what Jackâs going to remember? That you were always there when it counted. Heâs going to remember the night you went out in the rain to find his special Darth Vader suit for Halloween, and the countless hours you and Dave put in to coach his soccer team to the championship, and the blanket forts and movie nights and walks in the park with ice cream dripping down our wrists until itâs an unsalvageable mess. Youâre his hero, you big dummy.â
Aaron shifts until his head is in your lap, looking up at you with a small smile and glistening eyes. âHow did we get here?â
âYou gave me a key to your apartment and then missed our anniversary dinner.â
âThank you, you sassy little thing.â He playfully tugs at your hair falling down from your shoulders and framing his face. âI mean, I was supposed to be apologizing and groveling at your feet for my transgressions, but here you are comforting me instead. You really do-â
âIf you say deserve better, Iâm going to beat you up, Aaron,â you threaten, although the smile on your face says otherwise.
He mimes zipping his lips, then twists his wrist around to glance at his watch. âItâs still our six month anniversary for another hour or so, and the apartment smells divine. You up for a late night meal?â
Leaning down, you nuzzle your nose against his before answering, âDeal. But Iâm sitting pretty at the table and youâre serving me, Hotchner.â
âIn just an apron and nothing else underneath?â
âOh, hell yes,â you squeal in delight. âYouâre in trouble now, baby. Iâm going to milk this for all itâs worth.â
âAs you should, my love. As you should.â
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TUM vol. 5 extra by Horikoshi ft. Bakugo, Sasori, and Uraraka â¨
YES WE HAVE KATSUKI BAKUGO CRUMBS đ I MISS HIM SO MUCH. HE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL. I WANT TO APPRECIATE OCHAKO CAUSE SHE LOOKS CUTE BUT I'M BUSY CRYING BECAUSE I WAS SO SAD AT THE LAST EXTRA PAGE LAST TIME. ALSO ITS BEEN MORE THAN 300 DAYS SINCE HE- đ
Thank you Hori sensei đĽšđ§Ą
Hori sensei drew them at Pride month đłď¸âđ
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