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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve 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,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. 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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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

"We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

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sweet-honey-fruit · 7 months

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Honey-baka, indulge my request for Arlecchino to give her female lover cunnilingus! 😠 Only if you want! Not that I care! 😤 If... If you would be so kind as to grant my request? 🥺👉👈

Your wish is my command! I went ahead and added a couple of other harbingers as a bonus. I’m also trying out a new format!

Harbingers Eating You Out

w/ Arlecchino, Childe, Dottore x afab!reader

Warnings: absolute pussy devouring, dirty talk, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, bondage, begging, semi-public

!Everything is consensual! MINORS DNI!

Arlecchino —

The way her tongue laid flat against your core sent you to the archons above. Her hand pressed down on your stomach to hold you down, to make you feel every ounce of pleasure she was willingly giving you. Your hips rolled in a futile attempt to get her impossibly closer. You groaned when her hand pressed down harsher, forcing you to stay still.

“Now now, only those who behave get rewarded,” Her tongue flicks over your clit, “You know that, don’t you?”

She sounds condescending, words bittersweet but her tongue feels like honey. You can only nod against the bed as the sensations build up. It was messy, so messy as she went back to flicking her tongue over your clit. Your legs quivered under the feeling. Your juices flowed down her throat like a sweet drink, and she wasn’t stopping till she took every single drop.

“Arlecchino- ah-!” You moaned out her name like a prayer, your hand instinctively gripping her hair and pulling. She moaned against you in response, picking up the pace. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you and her diligent fingers circle your clit.

“Fuck,” You moaned. Your hips bucked against hers shearing hot pleasure blanketed your body. Your cum coats her face and she’s eager to lick it up. She only lets out a beautiful groan with her lips wrapped around you. Her hand on your stomach moves to your thigh, rubbing gentle circles around it. Desperately you grind your hips down onto her tongue as she lets you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle moans of her name and heavy breathing. Your body convulsed and shuddered with pleasure when she finally lifted her head, panting slightly. Finally, she pulls away with an audible pop, and you can hear her laugh at your adorable fucked out face. You reached for her face, wanting to kiss her breathless lips. With a smug grin plastered across her face, she kisses you, letting you get a taste of yourself.

“There you go darling,” She whispers against your lips. Her hand slips between your legs, inserting a finger into your overtly sensitive hole that makes you jolt and moan, “Let us see how long you can last.”

★☆ ﹒☆★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★

Childe —

He’s relentless with the way his mouth selfishly devours your aching pussy. It was chaotic and rough and it made you see stars. Your hands grip his desk as a way to ground yourself, even just slightly. The elegant wood was painful for your naked body but you couldn’t care when Childe was pleasing you oh so well. His tongue was so talented and hot and so good—you were losing yourself in the bliss of feeling so devoted. You could feel the heat of his breath on your soaked cunt and he sucked harder at your clit which made your moans more intense than before. Childe wasn’t stopping though. No, he wasn’t going to stop till he had you shaking and begging, nothing but an incoherent mess.

Your hand gripped tighter at the desk and you felt like you were floating, the desk failing at its job to ground you. Your back arched into him and you moaned louder while he spread open your pussy and licked up your juices. He was so fucking good at everything, at making you feel like a puddle for him and him alone. You wanted to scream out your pleasure into the air but you couldn’t, not when his office is in one of the busiest parts of the palace.

“Go on, be loud,” His words are muffled, not bothering to stop gliding his hot tongue over your hole, “No one is going to dare stop us.”

You let out another soft moan and you feel a warm wetness pooling from the slit and sliding down onto the dark wood under you. Your legs shook and your knees buckled beneath you as his fingers teased the inside of your walls, pushing and pressing until you were close enough to orgasm.

“I can’t- I can’t- that’s embarrassing,” Your words are cut short by his fingers thrusting in harder and right up against the spongy part within your velvety walls, his mouth shucking on your clit gently.

“I said..” His other hand grips your hip, pulling you down more onto his fingers and tongue, “Be. Loud.” His voice had a slight growl to it, and his eyes held no room for argument. You let yourself go unrestrained, practically screaming out his name in a pornographic way that was sure to have echoed down the hallway. You let yourself come completely undone, cumming hard around his skillful tongue. He cleaned it up loudly, slurping overshadowing your quiet moans and pleas for him to stop. It fell on deaf ears though as he still has yet to halt his fingers spreading you open, tongue filling in the space that wasn’t occupied by his digits.

“We’re not stopping till you learn to listen to me, my beloved slut.”

★☆ ﹒☆★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★﹒☆ ★

Dottore —

Each movement is done in a way that is precise, experimental. Each flick of his tongue, each brush of his hand; it’s done in a way to see how you react. Your hands are tied behind your back in a pretty royal blue. He wanted his experiment to be successful after all, he can’t have you interfere.

You squirmed, your eyes rolling back when his hot tongue glided over a particularly sensitive spot. The moan that is brought out of your parted lips made his ruby eyes drift up to look at you. He didn’t stop, continuing to abuse that spot and eliciting more mesmerizing moans from you. His eyes are dark and piercing, they make your knees weak and make you even wetter.

“Mmnnghh,” You whimper, trying to pull at the ropes in an attempt to feel him. His mouth pulls away from your body to lick at his lips. “You taste divine,” His voice was low, husky and smooth. It made the haze in your head heavier, mumbling nonsense. His eyes were still locked onto yours, and you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Would you like me to continue? To keep you here and make you my personal test subject,” You nodded vigorously, and he laughed. A throaty, deep chuckle that sent vibrations through your spine and set your heart racing.

“Of course you do, look at you, a mindless slut. How beautiful,” His teeth scrape at your inner thigh as he spoke, sending waves of goosebumps down your entire body. The sensation sent shivers of excitement coursing through your veins. “What do you think I should do with you, hmm? Should I do this,” His finger thrusts inside your needy hole. “Or this,” His fingers curl into you and press deeper. You gasp, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you feel a burst of tingly pleasure shoot up your body. He’s so good to you. So good at making you feel like you belong to him. At making you want to be nothing more than his plaything to use.

“Such a good test subject, behaving for me.” His lips wrap around your clit, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive bud. He licks it slowly, savoring it, before thrusting his fingers up. He has every inch of you mapped out, knowing exactly where to touch to fall apart. To make you let out a strangled moan with his name being mumbled out. He works you open up for him. His mouth sucks at your nub, and your legs tremble underneath him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, the burning from the rope only adding to the added pleasure. You were desperate for more, wanting to grab his hair and fuck your dripping pussy into his face. Yet, you knew better than to step out of line.

You felt your orgasm creep up the back of your legs and up your body. Your breathing got heavier, moans got louder. There was a tremble to your legs that gave away all signs that you were so, so close. With a malicious grin and one last thrust into your hole, he pulls away. The blaring hot feeling dissipates in a disappointing cold.

“No, no no, please! Please Dottore I need it, I need it so bad!” You squirmed, hips grinding up to try and get any sensations they could, your pussy aching and begging for more stimulation. Instead, he laughed cruelly, placing a kiss just above your clit.

“Mmm…no, you don’t need it. You want it,” He leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline till he’s against the shell of your ear. His breathing is deep and ragged, his hips grinding against yours. His erection presses against your core, teasing you further. “There’s a distinct difference. The only way you’ll be able to cum is if I deem you worthy of such a gift. Now be a good little experiment and keep still while I fuck you.”

#genshin men x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin men #dottore x reader #genshin men x reader smut #childe x reader #dottore x reader smut #childe x reader smut #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x reader smut #fatui harbingers #fatui harbingers smut #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers x reader smut #genshin women smut #genshin women #genshin women x reader #genshin women x reader smut

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snowyquokka · 2 months

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MESSY GIRL

cw: mature themes MDNI, oral *f receiving, swearing, praise (😫😫)

wc: 0.6k

a.n - i haven’t posted in wayyyy too long. im also sorry that this is very short. forgive me ? 🥺

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As part of your Saturday date night you and Felix decided to make brownies. Though, that’s not what you hoped would happen. That thought is exactly how you ended up slowly licking the spoon you used to mix the batter with while maintaining eye contact with Felix the entire time.

No matter how much he tries to ignore you, you always find another way to grab his attention.

“It’s good,” you hum in approval and nod. You hold out the spoon to your boyfriend, “Try.”

He hesitates but reluctantly covers your hand with his own as he tastes the mixture.

Such a tease.

Felix takes the spoon out of your hand and sets it back in the bowl before returning to his spot in front of you.

“Messy girl,” he grins softly as he reaches up to wipe flour off of your cheek. You smile back and lean up to plant a small, teasing kiss on his lips.

Well, you didn’t mean for it to stay small.

Felix circles his arms around your waist as you loop yours around his neck. The kiss turns from sweet and tender to hot and needy.

Within seconds he lifts you up by the backs of your thighs and carries you into your room. Somewhere along the way, you both lost your shirts as well as your bra.

Felix gently leans you back onto the bed while dipping his head down to resume kissing you.

“Lix,” you squirm underneath him as he takes his time licking and sucking your nipples.

“Tell me what you need,” his voice deepens to match his blown out pupils.

“Don’t care. Anything, baby.” Your response earns you a grin followed by his hot breath fanning right over exactly where you need him. He looks up at you for permission.

Frantically, you nod your head, desperate for any kind of touch.

Felix pulls down your shorts and tosses them across the room before turning his attention back to what he looks at like a man starved. You swear you could come just by the way he looks at you.

Felix has always made sure to make it very clear how much he loves every inch of you. He gives you zero time to second guess yourself. When you do, he usually ends up spending more time than needed praising you.

Felix leans in and pulls down your panties with his teeth, adamant to not break eye contact.

“My baby’s always ready for me. Such a good girl.” His praise along with the way he licks a flat strip up your soaked core push you further and further off the edge.

“Taste so good, love.” his groans reverberate throughout you making you squeeze your thighs around his head in return.

One of his hands snakes overtop of your hips, pinning you in place while the other searches for your hand that’s gripping the sheets.

“Fuck fuck, almost there.” you whine and squeeze his hand.

Felix gently bites your clit and hums, unfurling the knot in your lower stomach.

“Lix,” your free hand moves from your side to intertwine with his hair, pulling at the roots.

“That’s it baby. You’re doing so well,”

You peek down at your boyfriend who is still in between your plush thighs.

He tuts, “Messy messy girl,”

tags: @godslino @skzstarnet @anakin-sweetheart

divider: @chaeneuu

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callsign-rogueone · 19 days

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that time of the month

fourth wing boys (Aaric, Brennan, Bodhi, Dain, Garrick, Liam, Ridoc, Sawyer, Xaden) x reader

how our favorite boys would take care of you when you’re on your period [request]

words: 588

🏷: no book spoilers. gender neutral, no pronouns used. mentions of periods, cramps,, etc. soft and fluffy. these are kinda short bc it was hard to not make them repetitive — I think they all give excellent care + cuddles 🥰

Aaric is a quiet support kind of guy to me. he’ll be by your side, but not overbearing or too touchy. really good at playing with your hair and massaging the back of your neck if you get migraines (like I do) he also sleeps flat on his back and perfectly still like a total weirdo, so he’s great to use as a body pillow.

Brennan is the number one man for the job, and I’m not just saying this because he’s my favorite. he’s a mender, so he can literally stop your pain, and he can get stains out of clothes super easily. also just a very nurturing and gentle person, takes excellent care of you all week.

Bodhi is going to use this as an excuse to cuddle you and take naps all week (I love how the Bodhi girls have collectively decided that he’s just a lil cuddlebug 🥺). expect lots of murmured words of affirmation about how strong you are and how much he loves you.

Dain, the overgrown boyscout he is (I say this affectionately) is prepared. he knows when that time is coming up, and he is properly equipped to take care of you. has everything you need in both his room and yours. also gives a 10/10 back massage (canon, actually.)

Garrick insists that you spend the week in his room, because his bed is more comfortable (it honestly is) and that way he can take care of you. he’s very nice to cuddle up with. lets you sleep in his clothes, too, for maximum comfort. has a secret stash of all your favorite snacks, too — he’s been getting them from the fliers. don’t tell Xaden. (Xaden totally knows, and is also getting snacks from them.)

Liam makes sure you’re eating even if you have no appetite, and that you’re staying hydrated, etc. you might grumble about it, but absolutely nobody can say no to that face. he knows not to take it personally if you get mad at him, because you’re hormonal + in pain. gives fabulous cuddles, too, and lots of sweet words.

Ridoc knows not to make any jokes at your expense or fuck with you when you’re feeling fragile, instead showering you with cheesy verbal affection to get the grumpiness out of your system and get you feeling a little better — as much as you can, when you feel like your insides are being ripped out. uses his hands like ice packs for you, holding them on any place that’s particularly achy.

Sawyer was a little awkward about it at first, but now he’s a seasoned boyfriend who knows what you need and does it without you needing to ask; snacks, cuddles, back rubs, so on and so forth. helps you with whatever’s particularly difficult this week. ties your shoes for you so you don’t have to bend down and strain your back, etc.

Xaden can sense that you’re in pain, and the minute he’s able to, he’s scooping you up and whisking you away to rest in his arms. abuses his wingleader privledges a little bit, letting you have the worst day(s) off. don’t bother trying to lie to him and say that you’re fine — he knows you aren’t. don’t question the sudden change in his normal tough-guy persona either; just enjoy it.

++ none of these men are at all scared or grossed out by a little blood. they’re men, not boys, and they’re used to it anyway, going to this deathtrap of a school.

#formatting this on mobile was a pain #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #brennan sorrengail #bodhi durran #aaric graycastle #dain aetos #garrick tavis #liam mairi #ridoc gamlyn #sawyer henrick #xaden riorson #mine #too lazy to type the rest of my tags lol #seeing if it works without them. tungle search feature is an unpredictable beast #goodnight

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cream-stew · 1 year

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Hi! I'm the same anon which requested the ayato x fem!reader where he used reader as a cock warmer and i have another request 🤭

Tighnari x fem!reader

Idk how to interpret this but it's just tighnari "accidentally" feeding fem!reader a mushroom that has aphrodisiac in it :))

Also can I be 📌 anon? :'D

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, aphrodisiacs, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

// note: here it is, I hope you like it ! and yeah the emoji is still open

he says he did it accidentally, but you've talked about using aphrodisiacs to have wilder sex just a few days ago, both agreeing to try them out, so the timing seems a lil… suspicious…

still, you're so aroused you can't even bother to call him out on his shitty lie, you just want him to fuck you until the aphrodisiac is finally out of your body. he strips slowly while you tear your clothes off and plunge two fingers into your pussy, pumping them in and out as you wait for him to get on with it, but it's not enough, you need his cock immediately :(

you pounce on him, pressing him flat against the bed as you rub your pussy lips against his cock, feeling it harden under you in barely a few moments. he grips your hips, but you're too quick in grabbing the base of his cock in hand and finally sitting on it, letting it slide deeper and deeper until the head is nudging your sweet spot deliciously. you start riding him, frantic and uncoordinated, his hands still on your hips trying to get you to set a neater pace, but you're too far gone to notice :(

you moan and whimper as you reach your first climax, barely noticing it through the lust and pleasure clouding your mind. it's still not enough, you need to cum again and soon.

he's moaning loudly too, barely able to keep up with you, a blissed out expression on his flushed face as you keep riding him through your third orgasm. you're not sure if he cummed too, he probably did, given how long you've been going at it, but you're so wet and sticky that you just can't tell🥺 still, he doesn't complain when you keep going, over and over, until your thighs are sore and you finally start feeling more tired than horny.

it's only after you slump against his chest, and he flips you two over so that he's the one looming over you, that you realize he had saved a piece of the mushroom for himself...

he eats it under your lusty gaze, and it starts affecting him almost immediately, his soft cock hardening again, still buried in your wet pussy and ready for several more rounds. he smirks down at you, way more smug than he should be, and you can only hold on to his sweaty shoulders as he starts fucking you in earnest, wet squelches and thick globs of cum gushing out of your well used pussy.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #📌 anon

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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for the writing prompt, can I request numbers 37 & 64? It sounded so cute in my head 🥺

hiiii! thank you for the prompts!! double action hell yeah!! these two go soooo well together too omg.

you did not say any specific pairing, so i went ahead and wrote steddie because they are my default <3

37. "can i kiss you" + 64. "it's two sugars, right?"

Eddie wakes up in his bed feeling more peaceful than he has in a long time.

He lets consciousness return to him slowly, basking in the soft sunlight that seeps through the blinds, the cozy warmth of the bedsheets, and the delicious ache of his body as he stretches out.

The memories of last night trickle back to the forefront of his brain, and a syrupy smile spreads across his face.

Eddie hums contentedly and nuzzles into the pillow. Lazily, he wonders if his luck has stuck around long enough for a round two (or round three, really) in his near future.

But when he sweeps his arm out from under himself and towards the other side of the bed — towards the body that’s supposed to be there, all it catches is air. There’s a lingering warmth against the sheets, but it’s the only sign that anyone was there at all.

Eddie blinks his eyes open properly and sits up. Disappointment wells up as his sight confirms what his touch had told him:

Steve is gone.

Oh.

It… it stings. Eddie can’t say that it doesn’t. Maybe it was naive of him to think that last night had meant as much to Steve as it did to him, but he had. Thought that.

The idea that this whole thing was just… just a one night stand? It hurts. Eddie doesn’t want it to be a one night stand. Steve had been so sweet, too. So attentive. It didn’t feel like a one night stand for him either. But what did Eddie know? Maybe that’s just how Steve is with all of his bed partners. Maybe he just makes them all feel that special.

Or, shit. Maybe Steve isn’t even into guys. Maybe he’d thought that he was and last night just proved that no, actually, he’s not. Except — no, no. That can’t be true. The sounds he was making last night were way too real to be fake. That was enjoyment, no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it.

So then maybe Steve just isn’t into Eddie. And instead of being honest with him, instead of telling him straight up, he slipped out before Eddie could wake up. He didn’t have the guts to break Eddie’s heart, so he just… left. Disappeared. It’s a dick move, but… sometimes old habits die hard, right? Maybe his heart wasn’t so gold that the assholery couldn’t slip back through the cracks.

But Eddie can’t believe that either. Not with the way Steve’s been looking at him. Smiling at him. All of the excuses he’d make to be around Eddie; and the constant touches to his shoulder, his arm, his back, and the way they lingered; the way he’d laugh at everything Eddie had to say, even if it wasn’t funny. There’s no way Eddie read the signs wrong. Steve was interested. In Eddie.

Before Eddie can spiral any further, though, a creak sounds off from somewhere outside of his bedroom and he freezes in place. Wayne isn’t home yet, he’d taken a double shift at the plant today, and won’t be home until the evening. Which means, unless Eddie’s home is being robbed, there’s only one other person that could be snooping through the kitchen cupboards like that…

His heart starts to jump rope in his chest as he ambles out of his bedroom, down the short hall, and into the kitchen. And, just as he thought— just as he hoped, he finds Steve standing at the counter.

He’s still sleepsoft, in nothing but his boxers (or maybe those are Eddie’s, actually) and one of Eddie’s worn old t-shirts. His hair is flat, rumpled in the front and sticking up in the back, like he’d slept on it funny. There are still pillow creases in his cheek. He is beautiful.

He’s also speaking to the ancient coffee maker in a mild-mannered tone, whispering gentle encouragements and positive affirmations to it, like those will coax it into finally working right.

Fat chance.

“Come on, baby, come on. You can do it! You can make a cup of coffee, I know you can! Come on, work with me here,” Steve pleads.

When the coffee machine continues to do nothing, Steve curses under his breath and smacks his palm against the side.

Eddie can’t help himself as he snorts at the Jekyll and Hyde change of heart, and Steve startles at the sound, spinning around.

“Oh, hey,” he says, shoulders relaxing when he realizes it’s just Eddie.

“Hey,” Eddie replies, and his cheeks warm for no good reason. “I see you’ve met Leonard.”

Steve’s nose scrunches up. “Who the fuck is Leonard?”

Eddie jerks his chin towards the coffee maker. “Leonard,” he introduces. “He’s a crotchety old fucker. Only does what you want when he wants to. Kind of like Wayne.”

Steve laughs. “You just gotta treat him right then. That’s all. A little sweet talking is all it takes.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah — Harrington charm hasn’t failed me yet. Just you watch.”

Steve pets the side of the coffee machine, caresses it, more like. He leans in close and whispers, “Come on, big guy. I know you can do it. Just give me some of that sweet sweet lifeblood you’re so good at making, that’s all I want.”

The smooth tone and the flattery make Eddie think of last night again — the praise and the exaltation and the so good, baby, so good for me that Steve kept repeating like a prayer.

None of this now is directed at him, but he still feels hot all over. (Is it reasonable to be jealous of a fucking coffee maker?)

But then, against all odds, Leonard sputters to life. First, a tiny little drip. Then another, and another, and another, until finally a full stream of hot, fresh coffee spills into the waiting carafe below.

Holy shit. Steve can talk anything over the edge, apparently. Harrington charm indeed.

Steve brightens and sends a triumphant grin Eddie’s way. It’s tinged with smugness too, and Eddie shakes his head at him. (Fondly, always fondly.)

“Hah, see? I still got it,” Steve boasts. He waggles his eyebrows and Eddie wants to kiss him again.

He doesn’t know if he can, though. He doesn’t know what this is, and he doesn’t want to make assumptions.

Instead, Eddie moves over to the table and drops himself into one of the chairs. “You makin’ breakfast?” He asks.

“Just coffee,” Steve responds, “but I can make something to eat if you want.”

A home cooked breakfast sounds so nice. All Eddie usually eats in the mornings is toast or cereal. Something hot off the stove would be a treat. But Eddie doesn’t want to rope Steve into cooking for him if he doesn’t want to. If he… has other plans. Like leaving. Eddie doesn’t know his morning after habits.

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie tells him.

He’s about to add on that maybe just a cup of coffee for himself would be nice, if that’s not too much trouble for Steve, but Steve is two steps ahead, as always.

He brushes up against Eddie’s side and sets a steaming mug right in front of him.

“It's two sugars, right?” He asks.

Eddie blinks up at him. “Yeah, I— how’d you know that?”

Steve smiles. “I pay attention.”

And it’s— it’s so fucking sweet. Steve’s never made Eddie a single cup of coffee in his life but— but he knows how Eddie takes it anyways. And he made it for him without even asking. Just thought of Eddie, like it was no big deal. Like he wanted to do something nice for him.

Steve turns to go back to Leonard and pour his own cup of coffee, but Eddie lunges forward to catch his wrist before he can go far.

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve wrinkles his nose, tilts his head. “You have to ask?”

Eddie purses his lips and ducks his head. It’s a little embarrassing that he does have to ask. It makes him feel a little bad, too. Like he’s doubting Steve or something.

But he’s never done this before. Any of it. He doesn’t want to assume. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up.

“I wasn’t sure,” Eddie replies.

“Eddie,” Steve says, sliding into the seat across from him. “We did a lot more than just kiss last night,” he points out.

And, yeah, they sure did. Eddie fights a flush as the memories of last night flood back. Steve on his back, Steve between his legs, Steve with his mouth and his hands all over Eddie, making him feel so good.

Eddie shrugs. “Yeah, but that was last night,” he says, curling in on himself a little. He hates that he feels so insecure about this. Hates that he has to even bring it up. “It’s morning now. It’s a new day. It’s— I’m not sure— I just don’t know if last night was, like, some one time thing for you or…” he trails off. Shrugs again. His fingers toy with the handle of the mug in front of him.

Steve reaches out across the table to take Eddie’s hands. His thumbs brush over the tops of his knuckles, and he waits for Eddie to meet his eyes before he smiles — soft and sweet and warm.

“It’s not just a one time thing for me, it’s really really not. I’m, like, so into you it’s kind of crazy,” Steve admits, a little breathless as he says it. “I want… I want everything with you. I want as much as you’ll give me.”

Eddie’s heart somersaults beneath his ribs, backflips across his chest, puts on a whole god damn gymnastics routine.

“That’s— yeah. I want that too,” he confesses back, twisting his hands in Steve’s so that he can tangle their fingers together properly.

The smile that lights up Steve’ face is brighter than the sun. Prettier, too.

“Steve,” Eddie says.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Steve laughs, and he nearly knocks over the chair in his haste to stand up and round the table. He pushes himself into the space between Eddie’s knees, and cups Eddie’s face between his hands, holds his head like it’s something precious. Like he’s something precious.

“Yes,” Steve says, “you can.”

So Eddie pulls him into his lap, and he kisses him.

100 ways to say i love you prompts

#asks #justalittlefungi #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #mack writes #macks ficlets

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derangedanomaly · 3 months

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Hihi! :D If you're still taking requests, could you do Cross & Killer (separate) x reader who's flat chested? With comfort if that's okay <3

Feel free to ignore this if you're not comfy with doing it! ^^

Don't worry, I don't have any problems with this request! Hope you'll enjoy this ^^

FLAT CHESTED

(Killer, Cross)

KILLER:

Killer is a very open guy when it comes to preferences. It's simple, he doesn't have any when it comes to looks!

Look, he doesn't care how you look like or what you're wearing, the only thing that matters to him is your personality. (I NEED HIM 😭)

You're over here being worried if Killer doesn't mind how flat your chest is, while Killer straight up just thinks about how he just wants to caress your chest 💀

You're worried about nothing in this relationship. Literally.

He loves to fall asleep on your chest. It's just a whole different feeling for him fr.

Killer gives you soft smooches on your chest area, whenever you're feeling insecure about your chest. 🥺

He thinks that you're gorgeous nonetheless! You think some flat chest is gonna stop him from loving you? Nah, he'll be blasting that love songs on full volume while throwing bad flirting puns your way, in hopes of courting you. (Bros silly)

He'll bag anyone that ever dares to speak ill of your flat chest. He can't have anyone insulting his precious jewel like that! (That person won't make it out alive. Unless you'll want them to live 💀)

Overall, a very sweet romantic towards you. (But when is he not?)

CROSS:

Cross isn't as forward as Killer is when it comes to courting, or comforting. He's much more shy. So he'll just give you small pink letters, or gifts to comfort/court you.

His letters are so sweet, I swear to God.

He probably won't even notice your flat chest, simply because he doesn't pay attention to details like this.

He's a little slow, so he probably won't know why you feel so angsty when it comes to your chest size. (Cut him some slack, this dude's been isolated most of the time 😒)

His hand once touched your chest, and his face blew up in purple 💀 he was so FLUSTERED that you couldn't even believe it.

This dude's a sap. So he'll just say the most cheesiest things to you, as a comfort. (And It works too)

He'll also bag anyone that insults your chest size 💀 (That person who insulted you better say goodbye, they probably also won't make it 😂)

If you want to rant, he'll be there to listen. He's so attentive to you, and when you mention something that's bothering you, (or someone), he'll try to fix it, or comfort you.

When he listens to every word >>>

He wouldn't change a thing about you. And your chest size? That's something he also wouldn't change. He likes you for you. ^^

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #killer sans x reader #cross sans x reader

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bbyquokka · 11 months

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Just saw Han’s star nails and idk why but I can imagine him letting you paint his nails and he can’t help but coo at how concentrated you are and he’s just admiring how excited you are trying out a new design 🥺

lazy days and painted nails

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, idol jisung, established relationship words: 0.5k ~ (587)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“baby, it's time.” jisung looks up at you from his position on the bedroom floor. lay flat on his stomach in just a white vest and grey sweats pants with a manga in front of him.

it's stray kids comeback in a few weeks and jisung is taking this time to relax for a while before things start getting hectic again. he doesn't mind things being chaotic, he likes it, keeps him busy. but he hates being away from you so he wants to spend the free time he has now with you as much as possible.

“nails?” he asks as you sit down on a pillow in front of him. you nod as you put the nail polishes, file and clippers down.

“comeback is soon and i want to do your nails.”

“ok. be my guest baby.” jisung sits up, willingly giving you his right hand. you like painting his nails just as much as he likes watching you do his nails. it's like you're with him when he is away, in a weird yet beautiful way.

“what design are you thinking off?” he asks, watching you file his nails and get rid of the dead skin and cuticles.

“something to do with stars. was thinking stars on all your fingers because y'know, five star.” you giggle.

“clever. just like the album, i love it.” your cheeks turn a soft pink colour as you open the nail polishes. you start by painting his nails, careful not to flood his cuticles or get any on his skin.

jisung watches you, smiling to himself. he reaches out with his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear gently, which causes the tips of your ears to turn red and heart to thump like crazy against your rib cage.

“you're so beautiful, yn.”

“shh. don't make me lose focus.” you mumble.

“i can't help but speak my mind when it comes to you.” you give jisung a simple “mhm”, a sign that you're half listening. you stick your tongue out in concentration, one of the many habits jisung loves about you.

“even now you're acting so cute. with your tongue sticking out and the way your cheeks are so pink because of me.”

“ji!!” you whine, sticking out your bottom lip as you mess up one of the points of the star. “now i have to start all over again.”

“don't” jisung stops you from grabbing the remover by grabbing your hand gently. he intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him.

you stutter. your faces are getting dangerously closer and closer to each other.

he's so close. you can see the fine detail of his textured skin. the skin on his lips, the mole on his cheek. his long lashes and cute button nose.

“you don't want me to fix it up?” you whisper, as you close your eyes.

“no.”

“but why.” jisung pulls you onto his lap gently, holding your waist. his breath fans against your lips as he leans in, tilting his head to the side.

“because it shows that someone i love has done my nails. i don't want them to look perfect, i want people to know, to see that you did my nails. it feels like you're with me.”

you whimper softly as his lips press against yours in a gentle, sweet and delicate kiss. your lips move together in sync, creating a perfect rhythm that allows you both to get lost in.

“it's imperfectly perfect and i love that.”

note: anon, we must have the same mind because i too, also thought about painting his nails and just soft bf jisung. im so soft for him, more than usual and idk anymore. f u jisung /af

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

#[ anon. ]#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #jisung #han jisung #jisung fluff #han jisung fluff #jisung x you #jisung x reader #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

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philliamwrites · 2 years

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birthday girl

pairing: eren jaeger x fem! reader

warnings: ‼️18 +, minors do NOT interact‼️, edging, oral sex (fem. receiving), sex toys (vibrator, dildo), names (baby, baby girl, good girl)

a/n: it’s my birthday and i’m treating you and myself to some eren filth 🥺: eren treating yn so good with the sex toys he bought her for her birthday. please be nice to me today and send some aot boys & girls love my way, i’ll give you a big smooch! (tumblr bullied me so here is a reupload)

“I have a surprise for you.”

Nothing weird about that. It is your birthday, Eren is your boyfriend, of course he’s prepared something for you.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Okay, that’s the first thing that should have set you off. Should have started warning signals blaring in your head, telling you to Beware, Beware, DANGER, because ‘fun’ for Eren means stealing a cart at 2am and having you wheel him around the parking area and down a slope right into an iron balustrade.

‘Fun’ for Eren means mixing four shots of caffeine with two red bulls and a redline, and he swears, he saw Jesus on that day but he also finished three essays in twenty minutes and managed to get through mid-term.

‘Fun’ for Eren in bed means you don’t get to cum until he allows you to.

“You’re doing so, so good,” he sighs, taking a break from lapping lazily at your cunt. When you steal a glance at him from under the arm you’ve thrown over your eyes, you see him beaming up at you. “Not that that’s a surprise.”

He punctuates his praise by angling the glass dildo so that its blunt head pushes right against the spongy bundle of nerves deep inside you. Legs shaking, you clamp your mouth shut to stifle any noise that he tries to yank out of you because you don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“Come on, baby, let me hear how cute you sound.” He presses his tongue flat against your clit and twists the dildo, making your toes curl against his broad, warm back. Eren tightens his grip around the underside of your knees with one hand, and gives your quivering thigh a little quick kiss, right next to the bruises he’s sucked onto your skin twenty minutes ago.

“Or do you want me to be mean to you?” he croons, his hand stopping its movement completely which leaves you stuffed full with the dildo but without friction. “Bully you until you can’t think straight anymore?”

You make some noise, a mixture between a hiccup and a moan that makes you sound like an animal in heat. Eren rewards you with another kiss on the inside of your thigh, and slightly wiggles the toy until you begin to move your hips in tandem, up and down, rolling them against Eren’s hand.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Eyes glued to your drooling cunt, stretched out from the toy, Eren coos lovingly at your pussy. “Fuck yourself on it, come on.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You roll your hips against the dildo, try to take as much in, which is difficult lying on your back, legs spread. Eren’s warm, broad hand keeps massaging and squeezing your thigh. His tongue darts out and licks a hot stripe from where your hole clenches tightly around the toy up to your clit and back, up and down, up and down, until he closes his plump, slick lips around your clit and sucks hard.

Back arching, legs kicking, the delicious tension in your abdomen coils tighter and tighter with every sharp thrust and wicked flick of Eren’s tongue. You press the crook of your elbow harder into your eyes, white stars exploding in the black—close, close, you’re so close, and it all ends when Eren leans away from you and drags the toy out of you excruciatingly slow.

“Eren,” you whine, thumbing your heels against his shoulders. It’s been the third time. The third time he’s allowed you to teeter close enough to sweet, blissful release only to reel you back and leave you on dry land.

“Oh my god, would you just finally let me cum?” You kick at him weakly, until Eren catches your ankle and pulls you in until you’re half draped over his lap.

“Hm hmmm, if you beg a little more.” He tugs at your low-cut top until your tits spring free and gropes one, teases your nipple with his deft fingers. You squirm on his lap, try to feel for his boxers to pull them down but Eren catches your wrist and puts it beside your head, giving your nose a quick peck.

“Nuh-uh, we’re not done with your presents yet.” The mischievous grin on his face is so familiar—you want to kiss the corners of his mouth and also sort of smack it off his face because it means one thing: he’ll have the time of his life at the expense of your sanity.

He exchanges the glass dildo for a pink one that has a wider girth in the middle; it’s a massive thing, long and thick and your eyes widen when Eren taps the blunt head against your swollen clit.

Eren catches your expression, and chuckles. “Oh, baby, you don’t have to be scared,” he says, kissing a wet trail from your jawline to your chest where he drags his tongue over a nipple. “This is nothing compared to my dick. You can take it.”

The stretch is nothing to laugh at. The toy fills you out so good, fills you to the brim where every subtle shift and nudge of your hips pushes the toy against your tight walls, the pressure constant and relentless; the pleasure mind-numbing and maddening.

And then, Eren starts to move his hand. Twists the toy, shoves it in and out, in and out, and whenever you try to squirm away because the little showers and zaps running up your spine become too much, his grip around your waist tightens.

“Hold still, baby,” he mumbles against your hot, sweaty skin; captures your hard nipple between his teeth. “You gonna accept my present, right? Take it all in and enjoy it.”

There’s a little click, and that’s all you notice when your mind goes blank from the shocks of pleasure coursing through your body when the toy vibrates inside you. You shake against Eren who’s holding you hard against him, sucking your tit first, then leaving marks on the soft skin on your ribcage with his greedy mouth.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he mumbles, drunk on watching your coming undone from pleasure as he jams the thick dildo back inside your clenching cunt. “That’s my good girl, my beautiful birthday girl.” He rises to meet your open mouth with his, kisses you stupid, licks into your mouth and sucks on your tongue. You’re clinging to him, arms circled around his strong shoulders when he changes the angle of the toy, has the blunt, vibrating tip pointed against your g-spot.

Your climax hits you like a battering ham, hard and unforgiving, toes curling and whole body shaking as your swollen walls spasm around the hard, unyielding toy. Head thrown back, you barely feel Eren’s teeth drawing a map up your throat to your chin, sucking and biting bruises onto your skin and gifting you a pretty purple necklace for the next days to wear as he mumbles “I love you, I love you so much.”

He allows you to slide off his lap, gently placing you back into the sheets where you lie placidly and content. As you catch your breath, hips still twitching from the mind-blowing orgasm, Eren hooks his hands under your knees and draws them up until you’re folded in half, knees pressed into the mattress beside your head. You didn’t even notice when he’s shrugged off his boxers, and now he presses his hard, flushed cock against your overstimulated cunt. You squeal, a little in fear and excitement.

Eren grins. “Your birthday isn’t over yet.”

#aot smut #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk smut #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #phill.smut #tw.smut

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thedeathdoctor · 1 year

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That konig drabble of yours was amazing, may I have more pls 🥺💕*holds out empty bowl looking like an impoverished Victorian child* I simply cannot get enough of that gargantuan man going down on his so in the most desperate and gentlest of ways, I just knowwww he would talk you through it and moan along w you bc he loves it just as much maybe even more😭🥴

*takes your bowl and fills it with a big ladle full from the pot bubbling on the stove* yessss

Okay but he really is such a gentle lover for being this huge mountain of a man

I like to imagine that the first few times, he prefers to keep the sniper hood on

like he gets so so shy and anxious about actually being more on the romantic, mushy side during sex despite his brutish appearance

the veil helps him get out of his own self judgemental head and lets him feel more comfortable with the idea of being watched

you're the one fully exposed to him and yet he can't help but feel nervous showing you how much he enjoys being a generous, tender lover

kissing the inside of your thighs as he slides your panties down your legs

he tries his best to make sure they are in reach instead of tossing them away to make sure you can find them post-coitus

he also really loves starting out by kissing his way towards your sex to ease you into the pleasure of receiving

interspersed with the kisses, he murmurs sweet nothings into your skin in both English and German

"You have the most kissable body"

"Ich könnte dich einfach auffressen, Meine Süße..." ("I could just eat you up, my sweet...")

"Ich habe darauf gewartet, dich zu schmecken..." ("I've been waiting to taste you...")

of course, the entire time, he's taking his hands and running them up your thighs and squeezing your hips

when he finally reaches his goal, he's taking his time, sweeping over the skin with the flat of his tongue, earning the dreamy sighs you exhale

he slips his hands under your thighs, the pads of his thumbs massaging circles just on either side of your sex

more whispering to you, telling you how delicious you taste and promising to take such good care of you

"Gott, du schmeckst so süß, mein Liebling, ich werde dir mehr Freude bereiten, als es irgendjemand jemals könnte …" ("God, you taste so sweet, my darling, I'm going to make you feel more pleasure than anyone ever could…")

he settles in between your thighs, meticulously unraveling your body with his tongue

he's the king of attuning himself to your body and the way you react with every lick

he treats you with a thorough attention you've never before known, and being the target of his intense focus is dizzying

despite his extensive training in breathing exercises, he can't help the way his chest wants to rise and fall in time with yours

he's practically panting in between licks, leaving his aching erection neglected in his pants as he revels in your pleasure

asking for him to give you something to squeeze down on leads to a moment of selfish stubbornness for him

he wants the satisfaction of finishing you off entirely with his tongue once before filling your hole(s)

he'll guide you through willfully relaxing the muscles in your core, easing the tension that has you craving internal stimulation

the man is relentlessly soothing

reassuring you into patient passivity, insisting you need to do nothing yourself, just let him lull you to orgasm

and the praise he'll whisper as you allow yourself to recline deeper into the plush comfort of the bed, letting your sighs and moans fall freely from your mouth in response

"Das ist es, entspanne dich in mir, meine Liebe..." ("That's it, just relax into me, my love..")

"Du machst so einen guten Job für mich, Liebling, gibst mir die ganze Kontrolle…" ("You're doing such a good job for me, sweetheart, surrendering all control to me…")

despite denying you internal stimulation, he more than makes up for it with his tongue

the way he wraps his lips around you and suckles delicately sends you moaning and gasping out his name

it's heaven to his ears

he can't help but to settle into a rhythm of alternating between applying subdued pressure and licking over where you need him the most

he's fully immersed, to him, there's nothing more in the world than you, your keening and your trembling and your taste on his tongue

the man is so lost in it all that he's oblivious to the way he's moaning in time with you

warmth blossoms in your core, filling and overwhelming you until it spills out of you into Konig's greedy mouth

he laps you up eagerly and when you are finally able to look down at him, he's absolutely wrecked, punch-drunk from pleasing you so completely

he's eager to go again, this time wanting to stretch you with his fingers the way you so nicely asked, but also to let himself recharge

yes, he loves giving oral so much that he ended up cumming too

he's still hard, but by god he is much too sensitive for it to be touched yet

unless you need a few more moments of rest, he's going to be staying between your thighs, working you up until both of you are ready for him to split you open with his cock

<3 <3

#konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig headcanons #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #my writing #answered asks #asks

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catsnkooks · 1 year

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bc you don’t have your own gym!price irl, im sendin thots to help 🥺

imagine meeting him at your gym, he offers to spot you while scaring off the other gross gym bros, and then the two of you kind of become unofficial workout buddies 😌 but the longer the two of you meet up at the gym, the more feelings grow until you just can’t ignore it anymore 😏

stopppp i need a gym priceeeeee 🥺🥺

he definitely sees you walking around the gum and the free weights area looking a little unsure. he also notices the way those younger guys are looking at you--and not like they just wanted to help. so as he watches you get ready for your set, he sees them goad forward one from their pack, but he gets there first. he politely asks if you'd like a spotter, and you hesitate before saying yes.

he can tell he's pissed off the younger, 'roided out gym bros, as he encourages you through each rep, even helping you through a PR. he thinks the day is a success as you give him a bright grin after your set.

"same time tomorrow?" he asks, a note of teasing in his voice. he expected this to just be a one off, but, truth be told, he was looking for a gym buddy since the rest of the 141 weren't here with him.

and to his surprise, you agree.

the two of you probably meet up like that for a couple of weeks before he decides to ask you for dinner. and you agree, to his surprise once again. he takes you to his favorite pub/bar where you get a hearty meal and a good pint of ale before he walks you home for the night.

and then you go out again the next night. and the night after that. it becomes almost a routine, going to the gym with him, going out to eat after. and you like it, a lot, this routine you've created. price is kind and funny and gives the greatest shoulder massages when you need them. it also helps that he's attractive as hell, and you find yourself falling in love with him a little.

all of this comes to a head when you come to the gym one day, late, and in a huff. you've been telling your shitty landlord that he needed to fix the plumbing in your bathroom for forever but he kept saying it was fine, until the showerhead broke and leaked water all over the bathroom, and now he's taking his sweet time trying to fix it. after a rant about this to him, price offers his shower at his flat to you, since you really need one after a day of no showering. you take him up on his offer, and get to enjoy the first nice shower you've had in a long time.

and if he accidentally walks in on you while you're showering well....never a better opportunity to tell him you're interested in him than at that moment.

#things kooks says #asks #bitchinbeskar #18+#smut #thots weekend #captain john price x reader

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youflowerr-youfeast · 2 years

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Daisy. ( II )

Author’s note: OMG! You are all so gorgeous! Thank you so much for all the love and feedback. Here is part two of my little babies! 🥺💕 I hope you enjoy! I do have a few more thoughts for these two. G xx

Summary: y/n gets a text from Harry and he has very expensive taste in wine.

TW - mentions of blindness/head trauma.

3k words.

Part III

Music filled the small, eclectic London flat. Freya, your housemate, had spent years collecting hundreds of records which she more than willingly gave you free reign over.

Obviously, having no vision made it hard to: a) choose a record, and b) put on and play the record, but after a bit of practice you were getting the hang of it.

The music just always ended up being a bit of a lucky dip - whatever you pulled off the shelf.

This particular evening The Cranberries filled out the warm space of the living room, as you worked on studying some new content that had been covered in a lecture that afternoon.

You’d sat yourself on the floor in front of the small coffee table, while Daisy had placed herself on her bed in the corner of the room with a tasty dental stick that you’d rewarded her with.

You heard the jingle of keys coming from the direction of the front door, signalling the return of your housemate, Freya.

“Y/N! I’m home! I also come bearing some roast chicken for Dais! Mum was trying to get rid of it!” She called out as the entered the shared flat.

“Living room!” You called back as you kept typing with you special braille keyboard, whilst using VoiceOver to check your punctuation and spelling every now and then.

Freya walked into the room, dropped her bags and smiled warmly, “Hello gorgeous girlies,” she greeted and immediately made her way to Daisy to give her a big pat and cuddle ‘hello’.

You’d smile in her general direction, “How was home?” You asked, knowing she’d been back up north for a few days to see her family.

She let a small groan, but giggles at the same time, “It was fine. Mum is just always a handful,” she responded and made her way to you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

As she did, she couldn’t help but notice your phone screen lighting up with a few messages. You’d placed it on silent whilst studying to save yourself from the distraction.

“Someone is texting you, my love- ooh, unknown number,” Freya commented while glancing down at the phone screen.

Your head turned in her direction, “Oh, really? Probably just spam.” You replied. To be blatantly honest, your friendship circle wasn’t huge, so to receive messages from unknown numbers was a rarity.

“Want me to read?” Freya asked while sitting down on the floor beside you.

You nodded with a small shrug, “Go ahead.”

You trusted Freya enough to allow her regular access to your phone to do things like read a message or email to you or quickly jot down a reply for you. She held up your phone to your face to unlock it and pressed into the message.

“I hope Daisy is keeping up to date with her beauty and skincare routine. Want her looking nice and pretty when I see her next. Harry xx- sorry, what? Who the fuck is Harry? And what is this message about?!”

You quickly reached out in her direction to try and snatch your phone back off her, but clearly she had the upper hand in being able to keep it from your reach - not in a nasty way, just in a playful, best friend manner.

“Freya! Give it to me- it’s nothing, seriously. It’s just this guy that was doting over Daisy as I was walking to the park,” you tried to explain as you finally retrieved your phone from her grip.

“Just some guy that you just gave your number too?” She asked full of giggles. You could hear the smirk on her face.

“I-“ you fell short of words to say and you felt slightly embarrassed because you rarely received male attention and now, in retrospect, giving a random man your number might have been a really dumb move on your behalf, especially when you are a little more vulnerable than most.

“It was dumb. I didn’t think he’d actually text.. plus I’m not going to reply,” you said softly, feeling slightly insecure and turning back to your studies.

“Baby! It’s not dumb! It think it’s great that you finally did something so spontaneous. It’s about time you start putting yourself out there,” she quickly reassured you, “Plus! He’s very clearly flirting with you!” She giggles and nudged you playfully.

You simply giggled through a small sigh, “Doubt it, Frey,” you mumbled as you continued to type on your keyboard.

She let out a small, playful groan and nudged you again before standing up, “Text him back. Promise me. Even if it is nothing or he turns out to be a creep, then it’s done and you can block the number, but just this once, give it a try, sweet pea,” she pleaded with you.

You let out a little groan crossed with a giggle and rubbed your face with your hands, “Ugh, god. Ok, fine.. I’ll do it,” you said giving in.

“Promise?” She insisted.

“Promise.”

You soon heard her bedroom door close, signalling that you were now left alone. Your hands dropped to your lap in nervousness, not at all knowing how to respond to this text message.

You let out a small sigh and reached for your phone, “Fuck it, just do it,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gained access to your phone and used the VoiceOver tool to navigate your way to your text messages. Texting was a skill that took time for you to learn, due to needing to learn how to operate an on-screen braille keyboard, but now, you were used to it. The more comfortable you get with people you start to simply use voice messages, but you weren’t jumping that the opportunity to send one to a stranger. Within a few minutes of thinking and rewriting, you had finally crafted a response and sent it before you when into full overthinking-panic mode.

‘She’s currently working on a dental stick to get her teeth nice and clean for you, but I can’t promise she won’t wreak of roast chicken.’

Within moments there was an instant reply.

You used your VoiceOver tool to dictate the message for you.

‘Shit. I’ve just gone vegetarian. Might have to wine and dine you instead.’

You couldn’t help but giggle at the flirtatious response.

You have in very quickly, instead of the hassle of using your special phone keyboard, you decided to send a voice message.

“Look, I’m willing to accept, but you’re the one that has to break her heart and tell her it’s over,” you recorded into your phone.

He soon replied in the same format of a voice message,

“The brightest suns burn the fastest, Daisy, I’m sorry. Your mum and I just make more sense.”

The recording gave you a swarm of butterflies in your stomach as you heard his voice once more. Sound had become so important to you because it’s once of the most important ways you enjoy life now. His voice felt like velvet to your ears. You liked it most when you could hear his smile. The two of you continued to quip and joke with each other through voice messages for another hour or two until a small, relaxed date was organised. You’d expressed that new, foreign environments make you anxious. If you don’t know your way around or are at least semi-familiar with the staff, it can send you into a bit of a spiral. You don’t like feeling anyone’s pity, and most importantly, you don’t like people watching when things go wrong for you. So it was decided that you would have a small dinner date in your flat where he had promised to cook. You also informed him that your housemate would be present, but in her room.

Just in case.

Harry was sat in his Range Rover outside the townhouse that he’d been invited to for dinner.

His backseat had a few Waitrose bags with the ingredients for the meal he’d planned to cook for you and a bottle of wine he’d brought from his own collection.

He couldn’t lie to himself. He was slightly nervous. And he knew exactly why.

You hadn’t the slightest clue who he was.

For over 10 years he’d been living the fact that he was Harry Styles, pop star, actor, sex symbol.

The majority of women he interacted with already adored him - told him he was gorgeous, told him he was beautiful, told him he was handsome.

And now? This girl couldn’t see him. Not that he thought he was.. it’s just all he ever heard… but to you he was just Harry.

It was like a massive weight off his shoulders, but a whole new crushing one at the same time. For once there was no expectations, but now it was purely down to who he was as a person which was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Sure, you knew the name and you knew the big singles. But, without a face to the name.. it wouldn’t occur to you whatsoever. Nor were you majorly into pop culture.

He let out a deep breath and did a once over of his outfit and climbed out of his car and grabbed the bags with the ingredients he required.

He let himself through the small gate that let up to the townhouse. The door was painted a soft pastel pink which made him smile.

He let out a short puff of air and knocked on the door gently.

He could hear the scratching of Daisy’s claws against the hard wood floors and a bark or two of excitement that someone was at the door.

“Daisy! No, come on. You know better. No barking,” he heard your sweet voice kindly reprimand the dog.

“Who is it?” You asked on the other side of the door as you felt around to unlatch the chain.

“It’s Harry! Sorry.. I’m a bit late. Forgot to get petrol,” he said through the door.

It then opened revealing you in one of the cutest outfits he’d ever seen and he couldn’t help but let his dimples dig into his face.

“Hi! No problem at all! I was just finishing up cleaning the living room - Daisy kind of owns the place with all of her toys,” you joked with a sweet smile.

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off you, so much so he nearly forgot he needed to reply.

“Well, I suppose she needs to let loose after a week of heartbreak..-“ he began to joke but cut himself off, “‘m sorry, I just- you look really beautiful..” he’d admit.

The words that left his lips had your cheeks flare with pink, “Oh, thank you.. that’s so kind.. I um- I’m sure you look handsome,” you’d turn your head downward with a small smile. You were both equally as smiley as you welcomed him into your home. You guided yourself into the living room and pointed out the kitchen to him. He took in the space. It was decorated so eclectically. Art on the walls, candles, mismatched furniture, rugs. But it all went together so well.

“It’s a cute little place you’ve got here..” he said with a smile as he looked at a framed picture of you and Freya dressed up for a wedding you attended last summer. Your hair was longer then, he noted to himself.

“Oh, thanks.. I mean, Freya, my housemate does it all. Her world.. I’m just living in it,” you joked.

He chuckles softly, “Ok, tell me where the wine glasses are and we can get started, yeah?”

You led him to the kitchen and he watched as you felt for the cupboard that contained the cups and glasses. He was amazed at the skill and independence you displayed in your own home.

“Here we are,” you said as you placed the glasses on the counter top.

Harry went about pouring the wine - he would never tell you it was a vintage merlot worth nearly £450, but he wanted to bring something special.

He smiled when you wouldn’t stop commenting on how amazing it tasted.

“You’ll need to give the name of the wine, it’s delicious,” you remarked once more.

“Mm. No. It’s my little secret. So if you want more, you’ll have to see me again,” he replied smoothly.

“Wow. Not the blackmail within the first 25 minutes,” you chuckled as she leant against the counter.

He laughed sweetly and the sound was heaven to your ears. It was one of those sounds that made you feel like life was worth it even if you couldn’t see who it was coming from. Harry was soon acquainting himself with your kitchen and preparing you both dinner while you got to know each other with general small talk and jokes. The basics of hometowns and families were shared. You told him that you were currently completing a degree in social work and psychology. He tried his best to keep you talking about that before you asked him what he did.

“Uh, me? I’m working in music production at the moment.. it’s all pretty boring.” He tried to shrug off.

“Doesn’t sound very boring,” you giggled, “Have you ever met anyone famous?”

He winced slightly to himself but still smiled… he didn’t want you to know, but he didn’t want to lie.

“Uh.. yeah, here and there, but I try to just stick to myself and do my own work.”

You smiled, “I like that! Celebrities are scary anyway,” you joked.

He felt his muscles tighten, “Y-yeah.. trust me, I.. I know..” he tried to say through a smile, “anyway, I’m just about nearly done, so shall we top up our wines and eat?” He asked, desperately trying to change the topic. Thankfully, you couldn’t read his face so you couldn’t entirely tell any difference. You nodded with a grin and went about pouring the wines and moving to the couch with food. By this time, Daisy was fast asleep on her bed and you were multiple “lucky-dip-records” deep. You both ate Harry’s delicious cooking with you repeatedly telling him how good it was and soon the bottle of wine was finished.

“Do you mind.. do you mind if I ask how you lost your sight?” He inquired as softly and politely as he could as you both settled comfortably on your lounge.

“Oh, sure, it’s fine. I um- when I was like seven, my family and I were holidaying in Scotland and my sister and I were skating on a frozen pond one afternoon, and my skate got caught on some uneven ice and I fell and hit my head quite bad.. and yeah, since then…. Nothing..” you explained with a small nod.

“‘m sorry.. for it all.. it’s not fair.” He responded, his voice just above a whisper while assessing every aspect of your face.

You’d nod simply, “I know.. but it is what it is.. I just take it one day at a time.”

You both fell into a brief silence before you broke it, “What.. what do you look like..?” You asked softly.

“Oh.. uh-“ he blushed slightly, “um.. quite tall. About 6 foot. And I um.. I have brown hair.. kind of curly. It’s shortish at the moment but sometimes I let it grow out.. and I have greenish eyes.. kind of pale, but I can get an ok tan in the summer.. and uh.. I’ve got a few tattoos.. mostly on my arms and chest.. uh.. yeah.. I think that’s about it..” he chuckles, trying his best to explain his appearance. You couldn’t lie. Everything he said sounded extremely handsome. It made your heart beat a little faster and your cheeks flush a little pink.

“You sound very beautiful..” you commented quietly.

He immediately blushed and smiled a smile that had his dimples show off.

“Thank you.. I um.. I’m not so sure, but that’s kind of you to say.”

“This is odd, I know.. but would I be able to feel your face..?” You asked with a slight tinge of embarrassment.

“Yes..” he replied without a second thought.

He watched your hands hesitate in your lap slightly, so he gently reached across and took both of them in his and gently placed them on his cheeks. He closed his eyes in contentment as he felt your warm hands on his skin. It was almost euphoric. You could feel his sharp cheekbones and jawline, his slight stubble, you could feel the end song his curls touching his forehead and his soft, smooth skin. You trailed your hand back down his face gently and brushed a thumb over his lips. As soon as you realised you pulled your hand back in embarrassment, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He cut you off instantly, “Please never apologise.. it’s ok..” he reassured and gently took your hand once more. He guided your hand back to his face and gently placed your fingertips on his lips. You felt you face blush, but you didn’t mind anymore. His lips felt so soft and warm.

“I- can I kiss them?” You blurted out without a second thought, surprising yourself. Surely, it must be the wine speaking, you thought.

You felt him smile against your fingertips,

“Jesus Christ.. please..” he mumbled with a nod.

You leaned in ever so slowly, finding your way and gently guiding your nose to brush on his. You both remained this way for a moment just enjoying the closeness, before he could no longer hold off. He pressed his soft lips to yours and it felt like fire ignited your entire body. You haven’t been able to see anything for over 18 years, but you could feel every colour under the sun bursting in your body as he kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, but still held a passion. He tasted of the merlot you had both consumed and you couldn’t get enough of it. The moment you both pulled away short of breath, his smile lit up his face which you could feel under your hands.

“God.. Y/N.. what are you doing to me?”

AHHH! Ok, but I had so much fun writing this! So PLEASE let me know what you think. I’m not quite done with them yet, so give me all your thoughts and feelings! Love you all! 💕

G xx

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