#it was fucking dry shampoo. when did i buy this

[fingertipsmp3]

Can’t believe I’ve been washing my hair like a schmuck when there was a bottle of (safe, unrecalled) dry shampoo in my bathroom

[boowritess]

very mild 18+ simon riley x reader

lmaoo i can't breathe Simon Riley is just a man.

atleast to you.

when he's home, all he is to you is dry humor, a couple beers every night, sat in front of the tv on his spot on the couch, the game is playing - some soccor or rugby match. he doesn't wear his mask, his clothes are a simple t-shirt and some pair of shorts he just threw on.

he uses your shampoo and conditioner, as much as it pisses you off because it's expensive and for some reason he uses half the fucking bottle everytime he's home, but when he does the groceries he still comes home with '2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner' he would’ve got the '3 in 1' but the last time he did that he got no head for 3 weeks.

he'll go to the pub, take you out, pushes the trolley, holds your bag, let's you dress how you want it, belly gets a little soft because he eats food like he's never ate before, buy you anything you want even after the 'do you really need it though?' talk.

he's bit lazy on workouts only goes on the occasional run, but will fuck you whenever you want; always vanilla and only gets rough when you ask.

he will say he'll fix whatever appliance needs tending too but won't do it right away, starts the occasional handyman job at odd times.

it's just - he's so mundane and normal that you'd never know just how dangerous he is ???? like he so carefully hides that side from you. seriously. when he's home, he throws his gear in the bottom of his closet in a box, locking Ghost away and just existing as Simon.

even when the rest of the task force come around on the occasion. they're so normal and are just... men. yelling at the tv during a sport match. teasing each other. stealing snacks and helping with cleaning. they never speak about work and when you ask them, it's always a smile and shrug, "just another day really." "little boring and slow." "oh not too bad." their answers are so half-assed, that you don't even ask anymore; which is what they want.

but you really aren't missing anything. not when you don't even know what you're missing out on.

it's crazy, because he even keeps Ghost hidden when you're being harassed by men. whether that be when you're shopping or just going for a walk.

he'll loop an arm around your waist or over your shoulder, look at the guy with a grin - that's more of a sneer, "can i help you, mate?" he'll drawl. his stature and stare is enough to make the man who had been harassing you back off.

"what a freak..." you mutter with a roll of your eyes, letting Simon guide you away as he presses a kiss to your temple, a deep chuckle leaving him.

around midnight you wake up to Simon in the laundry room washing his hands. he doesn't blink or hesitate when you wonder in and wrap your arms around his waist. "what're you doing?" you mumble, sleepy eyss dropping to the sink.

Simon's hands are red, and you would be alarmed, should be alarmed. but how could you when Simon hums softly, a sound that rumbles deep from his throat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. he's so warm and casual that you don't even do a touble take seeing the blood.

"caught a rat. right pest they are. the trap i set snapped it clean in half." Simon's mutters, he raises a bloodied hand to you, sniggering when you crinkle your nose up in disgust and step away from him.

"ew, i'm going back to bed." you huff, yawning and leaving him to what he was doing.

Simon laughs softly as you head off. "just be a sec, love." he says as you go. all he receives is a yawn and a tired 'mhm'.

he cleans his hands and then his phone chimes. he pulls it out and it's a private message.

'getting rid of your pest now, LT.'

image attached

Simon opens the picture and sure enough there's the man from earlier in the boot of a car. all bloodied like Ghost left him.

Simon heads back upstairs to your shared room, you quietly snoozing away. you don't steer or wake as the closet door opens and Simon's putting his mask back in with his gear. No. Ghost is too quiet to let you wake from such a warm and sweet sleep.

he turns from the closet after putting everything away and changing clothes. he crawls into his side of the bed and wraps his arms around you. letting your body nestle back into his side. limbs tangling together.

just you and your simon.

a/n: inspired by a tik tok video on how he is just a man lmaooo

[borathae]

Cozy | Yoongi x f.Reader

"In celebration of your anniversary, Yoongi surprises you with a cozy winter holiday in your own little mountain cabin. The days are spent enjoying the tranquility, the evenings are spent enjoying yummy cocoa and the nights are filled with love making. On your fourth night, you surprise Yoongi with a very special massage."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut

Warnings: the supernatural aspect of them is basically not present, so this is also for all the besties who don't like supernatural stuff, Yoongi being the ultimate boyfriend, she gets such princess treatment, casual nudity, cuddles and kisses, the next ones are for the smut part: the coziest love making, sub!Yoongi, service Dom!Reader, pillow prince!Yoongi, soft Dom!Reader, massage with a massage candle, can you call this waxplay?, use of lube, anal fingering, prostate massage, use of a prostate vibrator, she just wants to make him feel good, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), he has sensitive thighs, cock worship, body worship, kisses, praise, loving dirty talk, loveliest aftercare, this is so sweet and comforting, they're so in love holy fuck

Wordcount: 9.7k

a/n: being treated like a princess and treating my boy like a king in return? yes. this is the ultimate life and nobody can fucking stop me. enjoy besties, i love them so much that i want to cry 🤎 ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOONGIE I LOVE YOU <3

It will be your anniversary this Wednesday and Yoongi surprised you with a trip to the Austrian alps. He rented out a cabin high up a mountain, which was only accessible by a narrow one lane path. He told you to pack warm and take your favourite books and then took you in his jeep. 

You and he haven’t left the cabin yet except for your second day where you drove down to the local supermarket to buy groceries for the week. You will be here for six nights. Yoongi cooks for you. He already announced that he will. You also take a lot of walks and built a snowman in front of your cabin. The afternoons you spend doing your own things. You like to read, while Yoongi likes making music on his laptop. Every now and then, one or the other would look up for a moment to catch a glimpse of the other person. Come dinner time and you find yourselves cooking together whilst chatting about the most random of things. 

Tonight’s dinner was authentic Carbonara with local eggs and bacon. It tasted wonderfully. You went for two portions because you couldn’t get enough. Yoongi was so happy, watching you enjoy the meal and feeling full just watching you. 

The latter has been occupying the bathroom for the last thirty minutes, but seems to finally be done. You are reading on the couch when the bathroom door opens. The scent of his shampoo instantly fills the room. 

“The bathroom's still toasty if you wanna go now", Yoongi says as he leaves the room. He is wearing his sleep pants, but no shirt, rubbing his hair dry with his towel.

You follow him with your eyes, feeling your heart flutter. He is so perfect. His arms tense and flex as he dries his hair, his chest stretches in the position and his tummy looks so soft. Your eyes linger on it for longer. He isn’t sucking it in anymore. 

In the beginning of your relationship, Yoongi always sucked in his stomach when he was shirtless in front of you. Years passed and the once conscious act turned into something subconscious, something his body did on reflex. For a few months now, you began to notice that he stopped doing it more and more. It has been four days since you came here and not once have you seen him suck in his stomach. 

“What?” Yoongi asks as he sits down on a chair in front of the floor mirror, “why are you looking at me?” 

“It’s nothing. I don’t wanna say it yet”, you say and get up to use the bathroom as well.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you can watch how his stomach instinctively tenses up. 

“No, it’s nothing bad. You’re just so handsome. I was swooning over you again”, you assure him and give him a back hug. One kiss to his cheek. Another to his neck. The last on top his shoulder. 

Yoongi looks at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“I’m taking a shower now. Okay?” you ask as you give his shoulders a gentle massage. 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“My handsome prince”, you say and snicker when this makes him lower his eyes bashfully.

You close the door, but don’t lock it. You are in the midst of stepping inside the shower when Yoongi knocks.

“Yes?” 

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

The door opens. Yoongi doesn’t look at you on purpose. 

“Sorry, I forgot my brush”, he says and fetches it from the counter. He waves it in the air, “found it.”

And with that, he leaves again, keeping his head lowered in respect. You snicker to yourself. He is such a sweetheart. You wouldn’t have minded if he looked at you, but he still made sure not to be disrespectful. It is the same with any kind of touch which could be interpreted sexually. He could kiss you, grope you, fuck you and ruin you without asking if he wanted to, but would he do so? Of course not. He only touches you when he knows you want it, just as he only looks when he knows you want it. He makes you feel so important and loved with it. You aren’t a piece of meat to objectify for him, a pretty thing to perform at all times. You are his most precious person, his favourite human and the treasure he will only worship if you allow him. Oh it feels so good to be with someone who allows you to be so disgustingly human. 

Which makes the fact that he started relaxing his stomach in your presence all the more precious. He is finally allowing himself to be so disgustingly human in your presence. 

You love this man so much.

Yoongi is wearing the full pyjama set once you leave the bathroom. His hair is dry and fluffy. His bangs hang into his face, making him appear so much younger.

He lifts his eyes and lowers them instantly when he realises that you were naked. 

“It’s okay to look, I don’t mind” you assure him and leave for the bedroom, “I forgot my pjs. Silly me.”

You return soon. You and he are matching. You had the idea and Yoongi instantly took the soft pyjamas you offered. Even your fluffy socks are matching.

“Did you brush your teeth yet?” he asks you.

“Not yet. Why?” 

“Do you want hot chocolate?” 

“Oh yes”, you gasp with sparkly eyes.

“Okay”, he says and gets up from the couch to hurry to the kitchen. 

You in the meantime get cozy on the couch, bundling up in a woollen blanket.

The cabin is made up of four rooms. The small entrance area where one can store their outside clothes and skiing equipment if needed. Then a sturdy door separates it from the living room and kitchen area, keeping the chill air out that way. 

At the other end of the living space, were two doors next to each other. One for the bathroom and the other for the bedroom. A metal wood burner in the corner closest to the bedroom door keeps the small cabin warm and in the corner closest to the entrance way door, a corner bench with a dining table and three chairs was located. Everything was made out of wood, the floors, the walls and most furniture. It looked traditional and cozy. 

The couch was very obviously from Ikea though. It didn’t feel out of place. 

You turn on the cozy sofa, resting your chin on the edge of the backrest so you could watch Yoongi make hot cocoa.

He makes it on the stove with fresh, local milk and actual chocolate. Apparently Austria has this very famous chocolatier, who also makes chocolate especially for hot cocoas. You and Yoongi picked out a few flavours from the store, which piqued your interests.

Yoongi walks to you with his hands balled into fists. He presents them to you.

“Do I gotta pick?” you ask.

He nods his head.

“What are the flavours?” 

“Banana milk chocolate or cinnamon nougat.”

“Ooh okay uhm”, you tap on his left hand. 

He turns it and opens it, revealing the small chocolate bar. It looks tiny in his big hand.

“Nice, cinnamon nougat”, you say.

“Mhm, good choice”, he says and turns to strut back to the stove. 

He stirs in the chocolate, humming to himself as he does. You keep watching him, kicking your feet giddily. When will the limit of your love for him be reached? You always think that your heart can’t take anymore, but then it grows and grows and grows and it never gets too much. 

Yoongi divides the cocoa into two mugs, giving you more than himself. He fills the pot with some water so it would be easier to clean later and then struts back to you.

You stretch out your hands so he can give it to you over the backrest.

“Careful, it’s really hot.”

“I know. Uh, ah.”

“I told you it's hot”, he whines and tugs the mug away from you again.

“I got it now”, you say and pull your shirt sleeves over your hands.

“Careful.”

“I got it. See? Just had to use my brain.”

He snorts and chuckles, rounding the couch so he could sit down next to you.

“Thank you so much for this. It’ll warm me up in no time.”

"Are you cold? I'll get more wood. And a second blanket”, Yoongi babbles and tries to get up. 

You, however, keep him down by laying your legs over his lap, “I’m cozy. Don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Thank you.”

“Okay, yeah. Just tell me if you change your mind.” 

“I will, my love”, you speak softly as your eyes wander over his features adoringly. You are resting back, keeping the hot cocoa on your tummy for now so it could cool down a little. 

Yoongi is sitting up, fumbling with the edge of the mug by tracing it mindlessly. He glances at you and looks away. His cheeks gain colour. 

You notice and give his tummy a little nudge with your toes.

He glances again. You give him a smile. He barely retorts it because then he is looking away bashfully again.

He takes a breath in the distinct way he always does when he wants to talk. Nothing comes. He is hesitating. 

“What do you wanna say?” you ask him.

“How did you know that I wanted to say something?” he gasps, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Just the way you breathed.”

“Ah”, he flusters, “am I that predictable?”

“No, it’s just that we’re spending so much time with each other.”

“I guess, yeah.” 

“What did you wanna say?”

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I won’t laugh, promise.”

“What did you mean by what you said earlier?”

“What did I say again?”

“That you didn’t wanna say it yet”, he says and touches the side of his neck in self soothing, “it made me feel insecure”, he adds in a whisper.

“It did? No Yoongi, I’m sorry”, you gasp and sit up to close in on him. Your legs are still thrown over his lap. The mug rests on your thighs for now, “I’m sorry that it made you feel this way. It was something totally positive, but I just didn’t wanna say it yet in order not to ruin it.” 

“What do you mean? I don’t know what to make of this.”

“Okay so, uhm, please don’t take it to heart, but I noticed that you stopped sucking in your tummy when you’re shirtless with me.”

“My tummy?” he touches it, “I’m sucking in my stomach?”

“Not anymore. You did so for the longest time and I understand why you did it, but since a few months ago, you stopped doing it and I guess I just looked at you because I thought that you were so beautiful this way.” 

“Oh. Uhm”, he lowers his head shyly, “okay. I didn’t know that I did that.”

“That’s okay. I understand, you have issues with your torso.” 

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “fuck sorry, I’m an idiot. I thought you were thinking something bad, that I looked weird or something.”

“No, my love. Not even for a millisecond.” 

He nods his head, sagging his shoulders in relief.

“Okay. Uhm, thank you. I needed to hear this.”

“Of course, my love. Thank you for communicating.” 

Yoongi glances at your lips, “can I give you a kiss?” he whispers.

“Yes, but careful the choco”, you allow him. 

Together you make it work without spilling anything, ending the loving kiss with a little stub of your noses. 

Yoongi leans back with his eyes racing over your face.

“Did I seriously suck in my stomach all the time?” 

You nod your head.

“I didn’t realise that I did it.”

“I figured. When my current life started out and being naked in front of someone else suddenly became a regular thing, I began sucking in my tummy too until you helped me gain a lot of self confidence. I think we’re all a little too mean to the part of our body which literally keeps all our important organs safe and cozy”, you say and rub your tummy gently. 

Yoongi chuckles, his eyes soften. You giggle, scrunching your nose.

“Does it look weird now that I’m not doing it?”

You shake your head, “it didn’t look weird as you did it and it doesn’t look weird now. You have the perfect tummy”, you say and give it a little rub.

Yoongi looks into his mug, trying not to smile but failing miserably. His cheeks are rosy.

“My cutie”, you say and kiss his cheek.

He turns his head, begging for a kiss with longing eyes and parted lips. You can’t deny him, not when he looks so pretty like this. You kiss him as best as the mugs allow you to. 

You only break the kiss once air gets sparse. 

“This was nice”, you whisper. 

“Yeah. Nice”, he breathes, studying your lips as if they were his favourite artwork. 

You kiss him unexpectedly, resulting in his lips to tremble and his breath to hitch in his throat. You don’t let it deepen as it was only supposed to be a quick kiss, sitting back and taking the first sip of the cocoa.

“Mhhm yummy”, you say and drink again.

Yoongi tries his’ as well, nodding his head in agreement.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s good. Really sweet though.”

“Yes, but that’s the best part. The sweet really makes it so yummy.” 

“Yeah”, he agrees and licks his lips after taking a sip, “do you still wanna watch a movie?” 

“Sure, I’d still be down. You?” 

“I guess, yeah.”

“So no”, you chuckle.

“No, sorry.”

“That’s okay, we could do something else. Oooh, do you wanna try the game?”

The cabin offers a Wii (mounted to the dresser because people can be assholes) with some multiplayer party games installed. You have been talking about trying Mario Party ever since you realised that it was on there. 

“Yeah we could do that. I’ll suck really bad though”, he says. 

“That’s okay. I’m not the best either”, you say and get off the couch to turn on the Wii, “should we compete against each other?” 

“Can’t we be a team? Is that possible?” he pouts, “I don’t wanna compete against you”, he murmurs sadly. 

“Fine, we’ll be a team. Okay, idea. One round we’re a team and another we’re competing? Just for fun?”

“Yeah, okay. I like this idea.”

The game is so much fun. You and Yoongi make up the perfect team. There is not a moment where one of you raises their voice or snaps at the other. The only times you and he get a little louder was during your victory cheers and especially thrilling moments during the mini games where you squealed and squeaked in excitement. It was shared squealing however and based on the thrill of the game.  

The second round was just as fun. Your cocoas have long been finished and you are cuddling under the blanket. You have your head on Yoongi’s chest while he is resting against the pillows. You can feel his voice whenever he speaks and you always get gently shaken around whenever he is caught by the thrill of a mini game. 

Yoongi ends up winning and despite his initial distaste against competing, he is very smug about it. 

“What can I say, I’m natural”, he says, putting the control down, “waaah, I’m a genius”, he sighs and drops his head into the pillows, smirking like the cocky little shit he currently is.

“Wah, look at you gloating”, you tease, nudging his chin.

“I’m not. I’m just saying. I’m a total natural.”

You shimmy up his body until your chests are touching and you have him under you. Your elbows rest in the pillows, his big hands rest themselves on your lower back. He is looking up at you with a smirk, yet fond eyes.

“You’re cocky”, you say, combing your fingers through his hair mindlessly.

“You’re just salty that you lost.”

“Wow”, you laugh, “and here I was thinking that you didn’t wanna compete against me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Mh-hm sure”, you joke.

Yoongi chuckles deeply. His face is glowing in adoration. You brush his bangs out of his face, giving his forehead a little massage as you do it. Over and over. It feels so nice to Yoongi. He feels in paradise right now. Your weight is on him, the blanket traps your shared body heats and your heart is beating so calmly against his chest. Your touch is also so gentle and filled with love and Yoongi thinks that you look especially pretty right now. 

He is in heaven. 

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. You can nuzzle your nose against his neck like this and Yoongi can hug you so, so tightly. He does it instantly, rubbing your back up and down and in little circles. 

“This is so cozy”, you whisper.

“Yeah, it’s cozy”, he agrees with his eyes closed. 

“Can we stay like this for a while?” 

“Yeah. Please.”

And so it happens that you cuddle for heaven knows how many minutes. It is so wonderful to both of you. To be so close, to share warmth, to hug and snuggle and adore. It is truly the best ending of an already amazing evening. You don’t talk a lot during the cuddles and that’s perfect. There is no better kind of comfort than truly enjoying the cuddles without any kind of distractions. 

You are soon starting to get sleepy however. Well, Yoongi more than you. And so you agree on leaving the couch for bed cuddles instead. You brush your teeth next to each other and while you leave for the bedroom first, Yoongi stays back to use the loo. 

You are sitting on the bed when he comes in. A candle is burning on the bedside table. Yoongi joins you on bed, lying down on his side while you keep seated. He looks up at you with a toothless, cute smile and reaches out to hold your hand. He is tracing your knuckles as he does. 

You retort the smile, shimmying into a more intimate position by taking a second pillow and using it to support your left arm. You are also on your side, giving Yoongi an opportunity to hide away in your chest. He takes it instantly, stubbing you with his nose as content, little purrs leave him. 

You close your arms around him, burying your right hand deep in his hair. You play with it, massaging his scalp and his exposed ear whenever you get the chance. His purrs grow in volume each time you pay attention to his ear, and from what you can tell, he rubs his feet together under the blanket whenever it happens. 

“Are you comfy?” you ask him in a soft voice.

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head. He slides his hand under your shirt, rubbing your waist slowly. His palm feels incredibly soft against your skin, he warms you so well.

“Me too, my love”, you say and peck his ear. You follow it up with a little rub of his earlobe. Yoongi purrs and wiggles his toes. If someone would ever ask him the definition of perfect moment, he would say it is this one. To know that no one else is around and that he can truly let all his guards down is so incredibly relaxing to Yoongi. He likes life at the estate, he likes living together with his forever family, but sometimes he still feels a little too nervous to let go because of the possibility of someone walking in on you and him. So this holiday has been a dream for him. It’s just you and him and that means he can be the cuddly, snuggly boyfriend he so longs to be.

“Boongie?” you whisper into the silence.

“Mhm”, he hums, sounding sleepy.

“I have an idea.”

“Mhm.”

“What if I used the candle to give you a massage?” 

‘“Mhm? What?” he breathes.

“It’s a massage candle and I could use the wax to massage your back. You know? Rub your shoulders, trace your spine, get that tension out your lower back”, you say, scratching his back in demonstration. 

Yoongi shivers at the touch, rubbing his feet together. 

“Would you like that? I just think that it could be romantic.”

“Yeah”, he whispers.

“Yeah?”

He nods his head.

“Oh Yoongi”, you hug him against you, “I’m so happy. Wow, I’m gonna make you feel so good and cozy”, you say and break the hug to get the candle instead. 

Yoongi takes off his shirt in the meantime, lying down on his tummy. He lifts his arms above his head, hugging the pillow this way and squishing his cheek against it. He is watching you with half-lidded eyes, anticipating the massage with a fluttering tummy. You could do anything to him right now. Anything, as long as it means that he can stay in this cozy dream forever. 

“Oh? You’re already shirtless. Wow”, you say and crawl to him. The candle you have already blown out, holding it safely in your hand, “are you excited?”

He nods his head.

“Me too. I like massages.”

He hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say more.

“Actually, I like pampering you in general. Have you noticed?”

Yoongi thinks of all the countless, wonderful times you pampered him. All the baths you made him, all the times you washed his hair and soaped his body, all the massages and “super duper special king spa treatments” you give him, all the flower bouquets you make him and all the small little rubs and touches you give him throughout the day. Yoongi thinks of every time he felt adored and pampered by you and he feels his entire body tingle in reaction.

“Yeah”, he answers you, arching his back into your touch because you placed your hand on his back.

“I really like doing it”, you confess and sit down on the back of his thighs.

Yoongi hopes that you never stop doing it. He feels so unworthy of it sometimes until he remembers that you wouldn’t like it if you knew that he is putting himself down. Then he starts feeling grateful for it.

“Are you comfy like this? Am I too heavy?”

“You’re never too heavy. You’re perfect”, he lulls his words, having his eyes closed.

“Thank you, this is so sweet of you to say.”

You rub your right hand up and down his back, tracing the way his spine swirls with your fingertips.

“Are you ready? It will be really warm.”

“Yeah, ready.”

“Okay, here it comes”, you say and tilt the candle.

Yoongi reacts in a full body squirm and his thighs tensing under you. You trace his spine, painting a waxy line from between his shoulder blades down to his tailbone.

“How is the temperature?”

“Nice”, he sighs.

You place the candle aside and begin spreading the massage oil with the flat of your palms.

“Oh it feels so nice. Really warm. It’s like a warm oil pour”, you say as you work carefully to cover every inch of his back with the oil.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding his head slowly.

“Oh my love”, you gush, “my love, your skin is so soft. You’re so perfect, my love.”

Yoongi flusters. He stays silent because he is shy and doesn’t know how to react to your compliments, but he hopes that you never stop with them. He loves being adored. He loves it so much. Staying alone and sheltered was never better than having someone like you in his life. He loves being loved and he loves loving in return.

Now that the oil is evenly distributed, you begin with the massage. You start off with his shoulders, using your thumbs to locate the tenser spots and using them as well to break them down in circular motions.

“You barely have knots, my love”, you tell him, massaging along his shoulder blades.

“Is ‘cause you always massage me”, he mumbles with his lips naturally pouted by the position he finds himself in.

“Yeah, that’s true. I do massage you a lot”, you say, “but then, you massage me a lot too.”

“Mhm. Is nice.”

“Very nice.”

“All of it is nice.” 

“Yeah? Am I doing well?”

He nods his head and shivers as you run your fingertips along his skin. 

“All of it’s nice”, he repeats, “I like this trip so much.”

“Me too, Boongie. I like it so much. You really picked out the perfect place.” 

“Thank you. I wanted it to be perfect. You’re my love.”

You feel your heart swell in your chest. You run your eyes over his features with butterflies dancing in your tummy. He is such a loving person. He always says that he is cold and unfamiliar with romance, but he is so full of love. He is warm and sweet and loves without being aware that he does. You lean down and kiss the shell of his ear.

“You’re my love too”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, he hums happily and smiles slightly, “I like the cocoa every night.” 

“Yeah, me too and all the yummy food you make.”

“Yeah, thank you. I try to be good.”

“You are the best. I’m so spoiled with you”, you kiss his ear again, “and lucky”, you add, giggling sweetly as you squeeze him gently. 

“No, I’m lucky”, he corrects you and shifts as you trace his spine, “I like it there.” 

“Yeah? There?” 

You trace his spine by massaging along each side of it. He has little dimples at his lower back. You include them in circular motions before going up again. You repeat it over and over. Down to his dimples and up to his shoulders.

“There is nice.” 

“Then I’ll keep doing that”, you say and fall silent together with him.

You and he share in the silence for a while. The only thing audible is the faint sound of your hands gliding over his oiled-up back. The sound is just as relaxing as the massage. For both of you. And while Yoongi enjoys the touch, you find great relaxation at the sight. You love how his skin and muscles shift and move under your fingertips. It is both fascinating and deeply relaxing. He looks so soft and squishable. You love it.

“Can you do my legs too?” Yoongi breaks the silence in a whisper.

“Your legs?” you whisper as well.

“Nevermind, it’s fucking stupid.” 

“No, it’s not. Of course I can do your legs. You just gotta help me with your pants, I got oily hands.”

“Yeah, okay. Cover my butt with something.” 

“Okay I will.” 

Yoongi shimmies out of his pants, kicking off the last few inches. You place one corner of the blanket over his butt, giving him a little pat.

“There we go. All modest.” 

“Don’t touch my butt.” 

“I’m not touching your butt, doofus”, you chuckle, “stay still, I’m getting more oil.”

“I’m serious, don’t touch my butt.”

“As a matter of fact, I will, Yoongi. I will only touch your butt from now on", you tease him sarcastically. 

“Whatever", he murmurs, closing his eyes again because you are moving to his legs.

You snicker, “doofus. By how you keep talking about it, Imma think you secretly want me to touch your butt.”

“No, I don’t. You’re wrong.”

“Okay okay if you say so”, you say with a fond chuckle on your lips. You begin spreading the oil on the back of his calves, “are your legs in pain?”

“Yeah, they’re sore from walking.”

“I’m surprised that you can get sore.”

“Yeah well….it’s bad.”

“Aaah I see. It is so bad and not just a scheme to get me to massage you longer.” 

“Yeah, it’s bad.” 

You snicker, “you’re cute”, you say and begin feeling up his calves, “and genuinely tense. Wow, does this hurt?” 

“A little. It’s okay.” 

“Sorry, I gotta loosen you up.”

“It’s okay”, he assures you, “we gotta take a break from walks tomorrow.”

“What? Noo, I was so excited for the walk. Can’t we do it again?” 

“Fine, okay. We’ll take a walk tomorrow.”

“Yay, thank you Boongie.” 

“Mhm”, he hums. A second of silence then he chuckles.

“Tickles?” 

“No, I’m just laughing at myself.”

“Why?”

“You give me one whine and I’m already saying yes. Fuck, I’m so weak for you”, he says and laughs.

“Yeah, true”, you snicker, “maybe I’m just a really good convincerer.” 

“That’s not even a word”, he cackles.

“Yeah it is. Just like skincarer is. And massagerer.” 

He snorts, shaking his head. He covers his eyes with his own hand, laughing with his shoulders.

You laugh with him, wiggling your shoulders happily. You love making him laugh. This is your greatest joy in life. 

“You’re so silly”, he says and sighs loudly, “god. Convincerer”, he murmurs and snickers to himself. 

“You must admit, it got a ring to it.”

“I guess, yeah.” 

You snicker and lower your eyes back to his legs. You guide your hands up his calves until you have his thighs under your palms. You continue the path, applying pressure to get out some of the tension. You stop at the edge of the blanket corner and drag your hands back down his legs again. All the way to his ankles. Back up with the goal of going down at the end. 

“Is this doing something for you?” you ask.

“Yeah.” 

“Good.”

You want to keep doing this motion for a bit because it really helps loosening everything up. Yoongi falls silent and so you share it with him. The wonderful thing about being with each other is that you can both talk and be quiet and it’s equally nice to do. Massages are the perfect time for both and it seems that Yoongi is in the mood for silence right now. 

What you don’t know however is that Yoongi has very sensitive thighs (you know that) and that your innocent touches suddenly start to feel very exciting to him. They feel nice and tingly on his calves and the back of his thighs, but feel almost electric on the inside of them. 

You rub your hands up his thighs, guiding your thumb along his inner thighs this way. Yoongi follows the touch, feeling flutters in his stomach.

He wants to get back in control. He doesn’t want to ruin this sweet moment by being horny. He isn’t like this. Not him.

Your thumbs draw circles on his upper most thighs. Yoongi shivers and bites down on his own lower lip.

But it’s so hard to stay calm. Oh it is so hard. 

Down again. Your attention is on his calves for now, while Yoongi wishes for it to be on his thighs instead. You draw relaxing lines for a little while and then you finally take on your journey up his thighs.

Nice and relaxing on the back of them, but electric on the inside. Yoongi opens his legs just a little. 

“Is that nice?” you ask him and stay lingering on his inner thighs.

Yoongi had hoped you would. That is why he spread his legs like a needy boy in the first place. 

“Nice”, he sighs, twisting a bundle of the pillow as his senses blur. He can feel every second of your touch. 

It is so obviously innocent. So full of love and adoration and the desire to relax. Yoongi feels so guilty for making it into something so exciting, but he can’t help himself. He’s got such sensitive thighs and your fingers carry special magic in them. One touch was enough to enchant him and now he is paying the consequences. On top of that, he is feeling so cozy and good tonight. This is a happy kind of horny. 

Your fingers slide under the hem of the sheets, brushing against the swell of his buttocks. Yoongi tenses up, not in discomfort but desire. He is on fire. This is making him so needy. 

“Oops, sorry. Too far”, you gasp, retreating your touch instantly.

Yoongi lifts his butt, aching for your touch.

“Please.”

Your stomach tingles. You feel intensely overwhelmed for just a second. He looked so needy. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask him, gawking at him with widened eyes and your hands resting on the back of his thighs.

“Mh-hm fuck”, he gets out and squirms. He lifts his hips again, tensing his thighs.

Your heart flutters. He is needy. This isn’t just a silly trick of your mind. Your innocent touches made him needy. You genuinely didn’t plan on doing this to him, so this is speeding up your pulse insanely.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him, rubbing his inner thighs to soothe him. This touch is not of innocent nature. This is meant to make him needier.

“Horny”, he whispers and lifts his butt again.

“Wow, this just made me so excited. You just opened the floodgates”, you say and chuckle, “are you serious?”

He nods his head and squirms, opening his legs further.

“Touch me. Please”, he begs quietly.

“Your bum?”

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t you specifically tell me not to touch your butt?”

“I was dumb. Wanna be touched. Please.” 

“Fuck, you’re hot. Wow Boongie, I didn’t plan for this evening to go that way, but I’m so excited”, you say and giggle. You claim the space above him for a moment, leaning down to bite his ear gently.

Yoongi sighs, tilting his head to give you better access. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You?” 

“Mh-hm yeah. What do you want me to do?” you ask him.

“Just do anything.”

“Not enough, I need you to use your words.”

Yoongi whines in embarrassment, shaking his head. You close your fingers around the back of his neck and squeeze in warning. He mewls quietly.

“Finger me”, he chokes out, following it up with a shy, “fuck, please.” 

“That’s better”, you praise and caress his neck, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, my love”, you whisper, basking in his breathy sighs. He looks so pretty making them with his lips parted and his eyes closed. You kiss his ear, “now stay. I’m getting the lube.”

Being organised is awesome because it only takes you a few seconds to get what you need. Lube and a little surprise for later. You’ll make sure to include it once Yoongi is blissed out. 

You climb on top of him and rub his back. Yoongi moves into the touch, relaxing under it. He is so excited. Being touched and pampered made him feel so needy tonight. Ninety percent of your massage nights don’t end in sex. They are truly just relaxing bonding moments to you and him, so tonight is an exception. An exception you are more than willing to take advantage of. You love when Yoongi gets the kind of needy where he begs for your touch. Those occasions are rare and precious. And leave you way too needy for more.

You draw circles on his lower back, using the opportunity to pull off the blanket. Yoongi arches his back the moment he is exposed, presenting his bubble butt to your eyes. 

“So pretty”, you say and grab his buttocks to knead them. He’s got so much to offer. For someone who is naturally petite, he has the most voluptuous butt ever. You love it and how it feels between your fingers.

Yoongi purrs, feeling his head begin to blur. You are exposing his hole every now and then, making him need it to be touched and explored. The air feels so cold on his skin, all he wants is your warm touch and the stretch of your fingers filling his hole.

Except that the first experience you give him is that of your insanely warm and wet tongue grinding against his hole.

“Ah”, Yoongi moans loudly, tensing his thighs. He wants to cum. That’s how fucking good the surprise feels. He is suddenly so fucking excited and turned on and giddy that he could genuinely burst.

“Mhm, mhm, mhm”, you let out as pull back with a sigh, “mhm so good”, you lick his hole, “so good, mhm”, you bury your face between his buttocks and grind the flat of your tongue against his hole by nodding your head.  

Yoongi didn’t plan on being loud, but here he is. Being loud. And it is solely because you decided to start it off by using your mouth on him. Him. The man with the biggest oral fixation ever. The man who absolutely loses every functioning brain cell the second your mouth is on any kind of pleasure spot. Yoongi didn’t plan on being loud, but it’s fucking impossible when you are giving him his favourite thing.

You break away again with a slurp. It is just for gathering your saliva because seconds later, you are spitting on his hole. You pick it up with your pointer and middle finger, spreading it on his hole in upwards and downwards motions. 

Yoongi reaches behind himself and spreads his own ass, dimpling his buttocks this way.

“That’s my good boy, spread yourself for me”, you talk to him sweetly, gazing at his exposed hole with love drunk eyes. He is so pretty.

Yoongi obeys gladly, feeling hazy. You made him wet, which makes the air feel so much colder on his skin. Never before did he crave your warm touch more than right now.

He mewls softly, arching his back. 

“You’re so pretty”, you say and place your hands over his’. You lower your tongue back to his begging hole and lap at it in quick, short licks. He flinches each time you do, clenching under your tongue needily. 

“Fuck…”

This is driving him insane. It feels so good. Your tongue is so wet and warm. Your hands over his’ feel so adoring and safe.

Yoongi buries his face in the pillow and groans. He drags out the sound until he has to breathe in, doing so in gasps and wiggles of his hips. 

“You’re cute”, you say, lifting your mouth from his hole. You make up for the loss of contact by rubbing his wet rim, playing with his balls with your other hand. He has the softest skin. You love feeling it up and giving it a good massage. 

“Good. Good what you’re doing”, he gets out, parting himself wider. He sticks his butt out just a little, presenting his hole almost proudly. 

Oh what a contrast to his once shy nature. He talked about covered butts and you staying away from it and now look at him. He is arching his back and parting himself willingly. 

“Keep it like that, love”, you order him, lifting your hands for just a few moments so you could reach for a spare pillow. You place it under him, guiding hid hips down gently. 

Yoongi loves when you guide him, rolling his hips into the pillow as if he was making love to it. 

“So needy”, you giggle and reach to your side for the lube.

“Yeah”, he agrees.

“Mhm, I love it. Spread yourself again, my love.”

He obeys instantly, waiting for your touch with bated breath. 

You open the lube bottle and tilt it over his hole, letting some of the lube trickle down. 

He doesn't react to it, but that is because he is Yoongi and he sometimes likes to stay quiet during sex. He also doesn’t react when you touch his rim to spread the lube, but you don’t mind these days. 

It was a little different at first. Of course it was. Having him be quiet even during something normally as vocal as sex was surprising at first, but with time and learning each other’s intimacy languages, you really started to enjoy his quiet moments. Because as long as Yoongi is quiet, it means he is so lost in the pleasure that he forgets to make sounds. 

“You’ve got the prettiest hole”, you praise because you love filling the silence with words of adoration. He deserves them. 

“Mhm.” 

“Ready?” 

“Yeah, ready”, he says and lifts his hips a little. 

“I’ll start with one.”

“Do it.” 

You rub the pad of your finger up and down his hole a few times before finally pushing in.

Yoongi loses all kinds of tension in his body instantly, sinking into the pillow as if you just pushed the turn off button to his muscle functions. He releases an audible sigh, following it up with a small “mhm”. 

“Slipped right in. You’re so soft, my love”, you purr, moving your finger in and out carefully, “hurts? You’re so tight.” 

“No. Good. So good.” 

“That’s good to hear. Tell me if it’s uncomfy.”

“Is good, keep going please.” 

There is something deeply meditative about fingering Yoongi. Which is something highly unusual to say about such a sexy act, but it really relaxes you tonight. You aren’t going fast or rough, chasing the pleasure like a madwoman craving her high. No. Tonight, you are going slow and gentle, making it all about the journey rather than the destination. 

You are taking time to really savour it and worship him in the process. While your dominant hand is busy with loosening his hole gently, your other hand is busy caressing his back and sides. You rub your palm up and down, trace his spine and give the softer spot a little squeeze. All while your finger gives him the feeling of being full he so dearly craved. 

Yoongi feels in paradise. He likes when you are rough and you force the pleasure to the surface. But there is something insanely healing about being eased into it. You take time, take it slow, keep it gentle. Yoongi feels so cherished and safe when you give it to him slowly. 

And how much more intensely it builds up. The warmth goes so much deeper and feels so much hotter than if you did it fast.

It has been quiet for some time already until Yoongi breaks it with a whisper of your name. He sounds so out of breath and hazy.

"Yes, my love?" 

“Can you use a second finger?” 

“Of course”, you say and slip out to put more lube. You give his rim a little rub and slide back inside. Two fingers at a time, you go slow to prevent pain. The pain never comes, only warm tingles so, so deep inside him.

He groans, clenching around you needily. 

“So tight again”, you speak softly, pumping your digits in and out of him. You curl them each time they pass his prostate, sending electricity all through his body.

“Mhhm”, his voice shook as he made the sound. 

“More lube?” 

He shakes his head, “feels so good.” 

Your stomach tingles. He is so sexy when he talks like this. 

“Mhm”, you hum and lean down to kiss your way up along his back until you have his ear under your lips. You keep the rhythm of your fingers going, nibbling on his ear slowly. 

Yoongi sighs, chasing your kisses with shivers running down his back. They go straight to his prostate, allowing your fingers to feel so much better than they already. Which means a lot because he is genuinely so far gone in paradise. 

“You feel so good”, he sighs and follows it up with a deep, happy moan.

“Mhm, my good boy”, you praise him and sit back up so you could really concentrate on fingering him. 

The tranquillity returns. Slow and gentle, you fuck open his pretty hole. You watch every shift and change, take in how it hugs your digits and moves around them and caress his back as you do it. Truly, you could do this for hours. Tranquillity might have returned, but Yoongi is a lot noisier than he was before. 

He gasps and sighs. He lets out little moans and deep groans. He even purrs and whispers your name every now and then. You kiss his back or ear with every sound he makes, feeling so entirely high on this moment that you have to moan with him every now and then.

You are sitting, gazing at his loose hole when Yoongi speaks again. Or begs for that matter.

“Faster.”

“Faster. Like this?” you ask and speed up by curling your fingers against his prostate repeatedly. 

“Ye-yes. Holy fuck, urgh god”, he groans and lifts his hips off the pillow to press back on your fingers.

“Shit, is this doing it for you?” 

“Yeah, yah, y-yeahah.” 

“This is so hot. So fucking hot, oh god.” 

“___, please don’t stop aaah.” 

“I won’t, my love. Fuck, this is so hot”, you moan, switching between looking at his flushed hole and his scrunched face. 

It is buried halfway in the sheets, glowing in bliss. Strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead, his brows are furrowed tightly. His cheeks are so pink, his lips are as well. 

“You’re so handsome, it’s insane”, you croak and look at his butt.

He can’t stop fucking back onto your fingers in squirmy arches of his back. It must feel so good. You are hitting the right spot. The truly, perfect right spot. 

“I wanna make you feel so good, Yoongi love. Shit, wanna make you shake”, you confess and speed up, adding movement to the curls. You use your wrist for it. 

Yoongi’s moans grow in volume and in quantity. If he isn’t moaning, he is gasping and breathing out the neediest curses. 

“Holy fuck, it feels so good. What the fuck are you doing?” he chokes out as he tries and fails to get on his knees. His legs are shaking too much to hold his weight. He is destined to drop back into the pillow and use what little strength his hips offer to fuck back onto your fingers.

“What are you doing to me? Oh god”, he keens, shaking under you.

“Is it that good?” 

“Yeeeees”, he groans and grabs the sheets above his head to twist them desperately, “fuck ___, fuck holy fuck.”

“I’m going insane, you are so sexy”, you moan, staring at him with blown out pupils. His ass is so noisy all of a sudden. So wet and greedy. You need to give it to him harder and make the noises grow. 

And oh how they grow. He sounds so wet, matching the volume with loud moans and needy variations of the word “yes” and your name. Truly, two words are enough to drive you mad. 

“You’re taking me so well”, you try to praise him, but quite frankly you can barely get the words out. He is stealing your sanity by being such a handsome, perfect man for you.

“A-ah ah aha ha”, Yoongi moans loudly, arching his back repeatedly as you abuse his prostate in the most amazing ways. He is close. His stomach is so tight, his legs so weak and the fire between them is reaching unbearable levels. You worked him up and now the crescendo is close. Yoongi swears he might need to scream soon.

“Mhhm Yoongi, that’s it. That’s my kitten.”

He is so restless, so squirmy and shaky. It is turning you on like crazy. Your fingers are starting to get tired, but you don’t slow down. You want to give him the fingerfuck of the century. He deserves to feel amazing.

“I have to cum”, he moans, shaking like crazy, “ah ah”, he squeaks breathily, getting on his knees to fuck back. His legs tremble uncontrollably, but he preservers, arching his back oh so prettily. 

“You’re so sexy. You’re so fucking pretty.”

“I have to, to cu-cum. ___ ah”,

“I’m not slowing down baby, cum on my fingers. Go on, show me.”

Yoongi yelps up in pleasure, breaking apart on your skilled fingers. He is clenching and pulsating around you, burying his face in the mattress so he wouldn’t scream. His fingers are twisting the sheets, his body twitches repeatedly. He isn’t leaking from his cock, which means he is currently experiencing the best kind of orgasm ever. A prostate orgasm. So intense and deep inside and insanely addictive, that one is never enough. 

Yoongi drops into the sheets once the shaking finally subsides. He huffs out air repeatedly, writhing weakly. He is tensing around your fingers, fucking the pillow as he keeps chasing the warmth. Of course one isn’t enough. 

“More”, he begs, “more please.” 

“You’re driving me insane”, you croak, “god, my fingers are gonna cramp. Give me a second, yeah?” you say and pull out.

“Please back. More please, don’t stop. Back”, he begs desperately.

“I am. Feel it”, you say and drag the tip of the prostate vibrator over his hole, “do you know what this is?” 

“Yeah”, Yoongi exhales, feeling drowsy in excitement.

“Do you want it?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Here it comes”, you say and push it in easily. 

Yoongi purrs, pushing back onto it. Once it sits snug inside him, you turn it on with a press of the button, switching to his favourite setting instantly. You don’t want to make him wait, not when he is so beautifully lost in bliss. Tonight is about him and giving him as much pleasure as possible.

Yoongi turns into jelly instantly, melting into the pillow. He releases small moans and purrs, enjoying the intense vibrations with parted lips and closed eyes. His prostate is throbbing. No words will ever be able to describe how good the toy feels after such an intense high.

“Feels good?”

He nods his head vigorously. His cheeks are flushed, his pink lips so wet from his drool. 

“That’s good to hear”, you say and lay down beside him, running your hand up and down his back. You prop yourself up on your elbow and lean down to kiss whatever parts of his face are exposed.

Yoongi chases you with needy purrs and quick gasps. He spills tears, whimpering so heartbreakingly that you get worried.

You shoot up, cupping his cheek.

“What’s the matter? Does it hurt?”

Yoongi peels his eyes open, looking at you in devotion. He spills a few tears.

“I love you”, he chokes out.

“I love you too”, you whisper, “oh Yoongi, you are so full of love.” 

He whimpers and touches your hand. You hold it instantly, enjoying how he is squeezing you weakly.

“Am I yours?” he asks.

“You’re mine. So entirely mine”, you whisper, brushing his hair out of his sweaty forehead.

Yoongi rolls his eyes back and closes them, growing slack in blissed relief. He is yours. Entirely yours. This feels so good to hear.

He furrows his brows and moans. The reassurance makes the toy feel insanely good all of a sudden. Better than it already did. 

“Touch my cock, please”, he hears himself beg even though his brain currently can’t process anything other than the addicting pleasure deep inside him. 

“Of course, my love. My beautiful love”, you say and give his forehead a kiss for good measures before you shimmy down between his legs again. 

His cock lies perfectly so you can take it between your fingers and jerk it. You pick up some lube as well, spreading it all over his cock and balls.

The vibrator still purrs and pulsates inside him as you begin your cock massage. You go slow for now, paying attention to his balls as well. They are so big and hard already. You know he is going to cum so fucking messily once it’s time.

“Oh god”, Yoongi croaks and twists the sheets, curling his toes as well. His hips chase your hand, trembling weakly because the pleasure is making him so feeble. 

“Now I can feel you all up”, you say and run your hands all over his cock, “you’ve got the prettiest cock. Such a pretty cock.” 

“I can’t do this for long.”

“It’s okay. Tonight’s about you, my prince. Let go whenever you need to.”

Yoongi melts even deeper into the sheets. Yes, that’s possible. You are ruining him to the very core and it feels so good that Yoongi loves every fucking second of being so entirely weak. Your hand is moving exactly how he needs it to. There is pressure around his cock, your warmth is seeping deep into him and your skin is so incredibly soft. You touch him with love. Yoongi can feel it. This isn’t just a touch meant to make him climax, this is a touch placed with love and adoration and because he is important to you. 

Yoongi fears that he might black out once he has to orgasm. You have him so weak. 

“I have to- ah.” 

“It’s okay, my prince. Let go. Just let go”, you encourage him with your sparkling eyes glued to his cock. It is so pink and flushed, glistening prettily because you make him so, so wet. 

“___”, Yoongi moans your name, which makes the orgasm which follows even more intense. Your name means everything to him. Having it be the last thing he can form before his orgasm utterly ruins him, makes him feel actually fucking high. 

Guttural moans follow after your name, his body shakes so much. 

“That’s it. Give me everything. That’s my prince, you’re such a good boy. Give me everything”, you talk him through it, feeling dizzy at the view. He is shooting so much cum and doing it so aggressively at that, that it is covering all of your hands and most of the sheets between his legs.

“God baby, I’m milking you dry. You’re such a good prince, my love. Such a good pretty prince.”

“___ please don’t- ah! stop!”

“I’m not stopping, my love. I want everything of you, you’re such a good boy like this”, you speak softly while your hand pumps his throbbing cock quickly. You apply pressure whenever you reach his tip, squeezing ever single droplet of cum out of him this way.

“___ please, ___”, Yoongi moans into the sheets, shaking harder with every repetition of your name.

He won’t be able to go again after this one, you can already sense it. You are completely destroying him to his very core and he loves it. You love it too. You really, really fucking do.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy. Give me everything”, you moan, allowing him to truly release everything with just a squeeze of your fingers around his tip and a gentle fondle of his balls, “fuck look at you, that’s my prince, squirt for me. Fuuck.”

Yoongi is screaming. At least what he considers screaming. Fuck, it feels so much better than good. This is healing. He didn’t even know how much tension he had inside until you finally squeezed it out of him.

Yoongi doesn’t know how long his orgasm takes, but he knows that once it starts to die down, everything begins to hurt fast. He feels so drained and ruined and his nerves beg for a break.

“Stop”, he croaks weakly, tensing up in discomfort.

“Enough?”

He nods his head, fleeing your hand.

“Good boy, I’m already stopping”, you say and drop his cock to turn off the toy. You go to pull it out, but Yoongi stops it. 

“Leave it, please.” 

“Okay, I will”, you and bend down to kiss along his spine, “god Yoongi, you’re such a good boy. And you’re so handsome and pretty and beautiful. My love, my beautiful love”, you whisper as you worship his back with kisses and touches.

Yoongi melts into a puddle of safe relaxation. There is no better way to recover than being adored by you. You do it so honestly. He always feels so much because of it. 

Once you reach his face, you lie down on your side again, propping yourself up on your elbow. You run your fingers over his face and through his hair, tracing his ear as well. You want him to feel how much you adore him and that he can feel safe with you.

Yoongi enjoys your touches with closed eyes and soft purrs. He feels safe and adored. You are doing such a good job in showing it.

Like this, you and he share moments of tranquillity again where no words need to be exchanged because being with each other is already enough to understand everything. 

The tranquillity gets broken by Yoongi fluttering his eyes open. You smile at him instantly. 

“Thank you”, he whispers. 

“That was a hell of a massage wasn’t it?” 

He chuckles tiredly, nodding his head. If it was humanly possible, his pupils would be little hearts right now. But it isn’t possible and so he gazes at you as if you were his fucking everything (which you are).

“Mhm”, you peck his cheek, “I had so much fun. I love when you’re so relaxed and clearly enjoying it. I love your moans, my love.”

“I loved it a lot”, he says and closes his eyes again, “you’re perfect.”

“No, you are perfect, my love. Gosh, I could eat you”, you say and bite his cheek.

Yoongi chuckles as much as he whines, leaning into it.

“Heh”, you let out, “now lie still, I’m cleaning you up. You made such a mess”, you say as you sit up to start cleaning.

“It felt so good. I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t apologise, my love. I told you, I’m obsessed with you when you’re being like this.”

“Mhm.”

“The sheets are gonna be so cold and wet tonight though. Oh god, I think we need to pay for deep cleaning.” 

“Afterwards. You’re gonna get them messy too.”

“Oh? Ohoho Yoongi, what do you mean?” you coo playfully as you squeeze his buttocks softly.

“You know what I mean.”

“Mhm, I do. I’m really excited for it.” 

“Mhm.”

“Wanna keep the toy still inside?” you ask as you run your hands up and down his messy inner thighs.

“Maybe a bit longer. Sorry, it’s so nice.” 

“Don’t apologise. You can keep it in for as long as you want to”, you say and lean down to bite his left buttocks.

Yoongi complains loudly, but soon breaks into happy giggles with you. The giggles will continue all throughout the cleaning where you and he can’t seem to stop joking around and will only slowly die down once you and he are cuddling because for some reason, Yoongi can’t stop making funny noises and cracking you up with them.

[hornyjail23]

Dom robot x gn reader

You finally saved up enough money to buy a new home robot to help with the chores around the house. You bring it home and set it up to your wifi network. And of fucking course, like everything else, it has a million updates needed first before it can do anything.

You had bought meat and ingredients on the way home to test its cooking skills and you had some laundry you needed done that will have to wait until tomorrow. You settle in for the night with some delivery and a movie. Before bed, you pull up some of your favorite porn and watch someone get absolutely dominated and tied up like you wished you could be to have a quick masturbation and drift to sleep easier.

When you wake in the morning before work, the last of the updates are finishing. You were excited to come home that evening to see what it would do when you were out. When you did get home, your house was spotless, all your laundry was complete and put away, and you could smell food cooking.

"Your food will be ready soon. Please take a seat at the table." You did as the robot asked. In a couple of minutes, a delicious meal was placed in front of you. You taste it and let out a moan.

"is everything okay?"

You can only nod. It has been a while since you had food this good.

"good. Now eat up. You will need your energy later."

You may have thought that was weird normally but for now you were too engrossed into the meal.

Once you were finished, the robot cleared the table, "go to the shower. I will be there shortly."

Again, it seemed weird but something in the tone made you not question. It has been a long day and a nice shower sounded good.

You stripped and turned the shower on. Once the temperature was perfect, you stepped in and just soaked under the spray with your eyes closed, letting the water loosen the knots.

You screamed when you felt someone grab your arm. You would have fallen too if they didn't catch you.

"Don't be alarmed," the robot said, "I am only hear to help."

You laughed at yourself as you stood back up on your own, "I forgot you said you were going to join me. That is not needed. I can wash myself."

The robot entered the shower and grabbed your shampoo, "I am here to help. Now turn around."

You hesitated for a moment before complying. It felt weird, being washed by the bot, but also nice and relaxing as it ran it's fingers through your hair. It had you rinse and then it added the conditioner. It covered its hands with soap and began rubbing your back and arms. Then up and down your legs. Once finished with your feet, it commanded you turn around.

"that's ok. I can wash myself. I don't need your help with this," you said.

"but I am here to help. Now turn around."

You shyly turned around as it washed it's way back up your legs. When it reached your crotch, you bit your lip to stifle a moan. You knew it was just a robot but you felt so turned on with its hands all over your body.

When it washed your chest, it flicked your nipple suddenly and you let out a loud sudden moan that made you cover your mouth and blush brightly.

"is everything okay?" The bot asked for the second time this evening.

You nodded, "fine, just ready to get out of the shower now."

You rinsed quickly and stepped out. The robot took your towel before you could grab it and began patting your body down. It started at your head and worked it's way down. It reached the bottom of your legs and commanded you to spread your legs.

"W-what for?!" You asked confused

"You need to dry well to avoid getting a rash. Now please open your legs."

You open your legs some. "Wider," it commands. You comply. As it begins to pat your privates, you grip the towel bar to hold yourself steady and grit your teeth to prevent from loosing your balance and your tongue.

"I am going to go to bed now," you state and rush out of the bathroom.

"I will join you shortly," it states. "That is not needed," you replied but there was no response

You try to calm yourself by masturbating furiously but before you can even get close, the robot enters the room.

"I don't need any more help tonight, thank you," you try to get rid of the bot so you can finish.

It stands there for a minute before walking over as it speaks, "I am here to help. And to be effective at that, I have many tools at my disposal. I have heat vision to monitor cooking and check for dangers. I can also read your pulse to check on your health. I am also connected to the Internet. Including your internet history."

The robot rips the blankets off of you to expose your naked body. It continues to speak as it moves over you, "your heartbeat is racing. Your chest, vital points, and crotch are all abnormally warm," stopping once its on top of you and pins your arms above your head as it places a knee firmly but gently between your legs, in your groin, "I am here to help. Would you like me to help?"

You moan and nod, rubbing yourself against its leg.

"I am sorry but I need a verbal confirmation. Would you like me to help?"

You breathlessly and quietly say yes.

It presses harder into your groin and press it's body into yours as it takes both your hands in one as the other now traces down your arm and flicks your nipple playfully.

"and how would you like me to help you?"

Your not sure if robots could smile coyly but this one seemed to. It knew exactly what you wanted. It even said it knew your internet history. But you knew it wasn't going to do a thing until you embarrassingly told it exactly what you wanted.

How you wanted to be fucked.

Just like you wanted to be dominated.

[professionallyyappinabtangst]

Scared

TW- First Argument , Curse words , once again if you look hard enough slight NSFW, Self-doubt, Self-loathing, worry-cleaning,

WC- 1163

A/N- when I heard that guy listened to Chappell Roan I had to make a fic about my favorite song!

The first argument always sucks. Guy didn’t even remember what they were fighting for. No doubt something he did. He knew he could be annoying and sometimes he does too much. Of course, he tries to micro-manage. But he can barely focus on something for more than 5 seconds. Maybe that’s why his honey was upset with him. No, it’s more than that- and he knows that. Not focusing doesn’t lead to someone storming out. 

Guy sighed as he leaned against their bedroom door. If anything he was scared. They equally said some stuff they didn’t mean. And he knew they didn’t mean it. They were just upset.. It doesn’t excuse what was said. But he was in the same boat. What if they didn’t know he didn’t mean it? What if this is the end of a relationship and a friendship? He was scared, annoyed, and sad. The place is empty without honey. He wondered where Honey went. 

Taking a deep breath guy got up and walked towards the kitchen. Remembering all the fun they had in the kitchen hurt now. Honey and him making out on the counter, honey then stopping the steamy session to make him do the dishes. He practically begged them. To pretend the dishes didn’t exist for one night but. They refused, getting off of the counter and walking their fine ass into the bedroom. 

He chuckled at the memory and turned on the water. It ran cold for a few seconds only to turn scorching hot. Guy turned the cold water nob a little. The now lukewarm water made washing the dishes much easier. 2 years without an argument, or well an actual one. Guess you could say the honeymoon phase was over. He laughed to himself, Honeymoon.. He was missing his honey. Their laugh, the way they would hit him whenever he made a comment. He went back to the dishes. Scrubbing the dirty plates, and spoons. Washing dishes without a reward isn’t as fun as getting a reward for them. Depending on the reward. Ranging from cuddles to more fun activities. An unhinged giggle left his mouth. 

Finishing up the dishes, he drained the now cold water. Well, he’d done the dishes, what else could he do? They mentioned something earlier about their room being dirty.. He could do something about that. Drying his hands, he made his way to the room. The things they did in this room... A slight flush brushed Guy’s face as he made his way to the bed. Fixing the messed up sheets. And brushing out the wrinkles in the blanket before spreading it over the bed. Going around the bed and picking up the pillows had him thinking. All the pillow fights, drool puddles, honey cuddling him when he’s sick. There were so many good memories in this bedroom. 

As he put the final pillow over the nicely made bed, this room now contained the memories of a bad argument. That he refused to try to remember. He began to pick up the clothes on the floor. Putting them in the basket. Leaving Honey’s hoodie out for later use. 

~~~~~~~~

They didn’t even drive anywhere, they never left the complex. They just sat in their car.. Crying out of anger, and annoyance. God, why was it so hard for them to get their feeling across? Having a bad day isn’t good enough or never a good reason for going off on your partner for something as stupid as fucking shampoo. Like you could just buy more, you can’t find a partner to put up with your shit like guy does. Did he still love you after that? You wouldn’t know if you just sat here in your car. How does he do it at times? Honey thought to themselves, the countless memories of Guy and Kayla come flooding back. Guy’s horrible attempts at flirting, the dismission of said attempts. Because you didn’t think he was serious. Until he was.. That time you hid away from Kayla and her boyfriend. 

He came into your room. He thought about you while planning to leave the shared space. That night you realized every joke he ever made was serious. Taken aback at first. You embraced it.. You pulled him close and kissed him, and you too had been inseparable, or at least till now.. You were scared more than anything. Were you about to lose everything over a bottle of shampoo? No. you know you’re not the most expressive person nor kindest.. Hell, not even the best with words. But sometimes actions speak louder than any words you know.

Honey opened their car door, taking in a deep breath and shakily letting it out. Saying and doing something is much harder than they thought.. But they will prevail. Stepping out of the car, locking it behind them. And making their way towards the shared apartment. Their heart could be heard beating out of their chest. Deep breaths honey.. Deep breaths.. Now that they thought about it.. They’d been out there for a while. If he was sleeping this would be much easier. Sighing as they opened the door.. Hm, unlocked.. Normally they would yell or scold him about this but. For now.. They had done enough yelling today. They wouldn’t be able to see his face scrunch up and cry as he did earlier.. 

Honey walked through the door closing and locking said door. The place was spotless.. They walked through the right door.. Right?.. The snoring coming from the couch let them know they were in the right place. They only knew one person who snores like that. Looking over at the couch they smile, before gently shaking awake their adorable partner. Who was wearing their hoodie. Again. 

Guy stirred awake. He looked dazed.. But that comes with the territory. 

‘’ …hey.. ‘’ Honey started knelling to guy's eye level.   

‘’ hey.. ‘’ he responded with a slight smile

‘’I wanna apologize for earlier..it was…wasn’t right for me.. To..go off like that.. ‘’ Honey avoided guys' eyes as they spoke. The shame was evident in their voice. Guy reached out and kissed their forehead. 

‘’  you’re not.. The only one who.. Needs to say sorry.. ‘’ his tone of voice matched Honey’s. They were so scared of each other's reactions. They forgot in a way their one of the same. 

The flush that spread across Honey’s face caught them off guard enough to let Guy pull them on top of him.. 

‘’let me love you in the meantime.. We’ll talk in the morning.. In the meantime cut yourself some slack.. We both said some bad things.. ‘’ guy whispered in his lover's ear peppering kisses up and down their neck.. Face and really anywhere his lips could land. Honey cuddled up to their partner who was wearing their hoodie. But they didn’t care, closing their eyes they drifted off to sleep. 

The first argument is never fun.. But making up afterward is always better than nothing.. 

[eatingstringcheese]

headcanons - tenya iida

in which we dive into the world of headcanons for tenya iida

warnings: none

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ GENERAL

»❁» this boy brushes his teeth after every meal, no need for Colgate Whitening Strips here

»❁» his eye sight is fucked because he used to stay up and read in the dark

»❁» "pog, yeet, cap" and other internet slang confuses him but that's okay

»❁» holding doors is a hobby for him

»❁» his favorite songs are Fly Me To The Moon, Break My Stride, and Moral of the Story

»❁» book smart himbo level 100

»❁» he has dry eyes and wants to wear contacts but can't because they give him a headache

»❁» he likes to organize for fun

»❁» he uses the Suave 2-in-1 body wash thing

»❁» his cologne = Versace Dylan Blue

»❁» sweaters, khakis, and button downs are his casual clothes, hoodies and t-shirts scare him

»❁» king of dark/light academia aesthetic

»❁» the american school system pisses him off

»❁» Turbo and Bolt are his favorite movies

»❁» he likes skincare but barely knows a thing about it

»❁» he's a very big supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and loves to educate people on gay and trans rights

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ BEST FRIENDS

»❁» you guys met because you were failing in class and Iida volunteered to tutor you. his uptight nature and your laid back attitude rubbed off on each other and now you're almost inseparable

»❁» he talks about you to his family a lot

»❁» he's pretty over-protective so you coined him with the nickname "dad"

»❁» your hangouts consist of movies (he lets you pick) and then skin care because he likes it and you're pretty good at it

»❁» when you guys have sleepovers he wants to get to bed at a good time but you end up laughing your ass off at the smallest things while tenya tries to quiet you down

»❁» if you tell him you're hungry he'd hesitate to ask where you wanna go because he cares about you but knows you want fast food or sweets which is not the healthiest of options

»❁» you tried to teach him some internet trends but he failed

»❁» when you're cold he'll give you his uniform jacket (at school) or the sweater he's wearing

»❁» you bought him a t-shirt that said "#1 Dad", he was very offended. not by what the shirt said, just the fact that you dared to buy him a t-shirt

»❁» you make fun of his stiff movements and he pretends to hate it (he doesn't, he thinks it's funny)

»❁» worries about you alot

❬ 🖉 ❭ ━━ DATING

»❁» he asked you out during one of your tutoring sessions, a date at the mall food court

»❁» your mall date was chaotic, you went to the arcade, window shopped, and had lunch in

»❁» respects your boundaries, always asks for consent before touching you in any way, hand holding, kisses, hugs ALL WITH CONSENT FROM BOTH PARTIES :D

»❁» protective (bordering overly) but really he just loves you, when you talk to anyone else he freaks out a bit but tries to assure himself that you'll be fine

»❁» (if you're afab) he'd mark your period in his calendar because he's cool like that and he'd make you feel better :D

»❁» when you're sad he does his best to make you happy because you being sad makes him sad

»❁» he's a good boy so he'd kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman

»❁» he likes when you play with his hair

»❁» could and would go on and on about how perfect you are when he's talking to midoriya and uraraka

»❁» you guys like to bake together

»❁» you bake all kinds of muffins

»❁» he calls you "muffin" because of it

»❁» when you bake he'll hug you from behind and with his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder so he can smell your cologne/perfume/soap or whatever you use (he really likes when you use vanilla shampoo yk)

»❁» you could tell him he's poggers and he'd look at you super confused and then research it to learn but then use it really awkwardly like "this new book i'm reading is totally poggers- muffin, did i use that correctly?"

»❁» if you got married he call you his lady/deity/prince :D

»❁» on road trips he'd give you control of the music because he drives and if you fell asleep he'd turn on something classical

»❁» lofi? he's never heard of it, but once you introduce him he's hooked

»❁» he thinks your stunning and likes to remind you how much he loves you

lmk if u wanna be added to the taglist :) like n reblog if u enjoyed <3

[lilith-little-world]

Sneak Peek of Chapter 2|| The Isekai’d Oracle

This a reminder this is just a draft and the final outcome may differ. Enjoy and you guys can leave feedback!

You brush out the week-long tangles and knots from your hair. Hissing, whenever the cheap brush gets stuck. You finally managed to buy some toiletries. A small bottle of shampoo (that smells decent enough), toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, hairbrush, and deodorant. If only you could buy some new clothes.

On the bright side, after doing odd jobs around the city, you can have a safe and constant place to sleep for a good week. If you really save every cent. Meaning no new clothes, until someone pays you extra for a job. It wasn’t too bad, at least you’re off the streets. Who knew things get wild at night?

Maybe everyone did and that's why whoever goes out, it's always in a group.

You let your hair rest and have it down. Glancing back at the tub, you scan your wet but somewhat clean clothes. They hang on the rim of the tub, drying. You grimace remembering that you had to wash them while showering.

You tighten the towel around your body to secure it properly. Exiting the small bathroom, a sigh left you.

When you wished for a new start, you never expected this, let alone being trapped in another world. Which was impossible by the way. Even though you didn’t want to believe this was real, you can’t keep going on with the lie of this is a dream.

It’s not and that’s what scares you the most.

There was no way that you just isekai’d to your comfort show. It defies all logic and sense. Ever since you were a kid, everyone told you magic, monsters, and demons, aren't real. That there’s scientific reasoning behind everything.

‘Then how the fuck you got isekai’d? Where is the logic in that?’

However, there was a bigger question, can you go back home? Do you even want to?

After how you left everything, it’s best not to. The last thing you want is to face your parents after the… tantrum?

Well, that’s what everyone was calling it. In some way it was true, you did act like a crying spoiled child who was just told no. Nonetheless, it hurts you that’s what everyone thought, especially your parents. At the moment, it didn't feel like a tantrum to you.

You fall onto the bed, face first. Exhaustion hitting like a ton of bricks. Been working all day, cleaning certain things, or moving heavy boxes.

“It’s been so long! I forgot how comfy and soft the mattress and blankets were.” You exclaim, in merriment.

The room was small, having the bedroom and the kitchenette sharing the same place. Only having a small table splitting the two area. Sadly the kitchenette only having a portable electric stove and a microwave, with a mini fridge to keep the food.

It’s not like you’re going to cook any time soon. So the under-lacking kitchen didn’t matter to you. As long you have a bathroom and a bed, that’s all it mattered.

Almond barks jumping around the bed. Shifting your head to face her. You noticed how her fur looks somewhat dirty as well. Making a small mental note of buying dog shampoo when you get paid for a job tomorrow.

“Enjoy this Almond, 'cause tomorrow we’re going to have a long work day. Then we’ll buy something extra yummy. How’s that sound?”

Almond barks before going in to give your face licks. You laugh trying to push the excited pup out of your face. Your fingers run through her fur, while she leans into your touch. Her body shook from excitement.

A pang of sadness washes over. It's sad that this is the happiest you have been for a very long time. Always too busy and minding your own business. You’re still busy but knowing that this small creature looks at you with so much love and excitement, it warms your heart. That something this small cares about you so much makes these days worth it.

It is also harder for you to even accept the idea of returning home because of that. You don’t want to lose this small ounce of love. You don’t want to return back home, where you were alone.

Almond lays beside you and licks the tears that managed to slip away. Wrapping your arms around her, you smile.

“I’m fine, don’t worry… I’m always going to be right here.” You said, albeit hesitantly. Contemplating, if it was a lie or not.

‘Only the future will tell.’

You drift off to sleep. Oblivious to the whispers and the light frost covering the windows.

A groan left you, Almond presses her paws into your shoulder. In hopes to wake you up faster. Didn’t even give the dog a glance before turning to the other side and pulling the blanket over your head.

Almond huffs, showing her frustration.

“It’s fine we can sleep in a little longer than usual.”

“Woof!”

“We can look around the market to see if anyone needs help.”

“Woof, woof!”

“I know it’s usually slow on the weekdays, but-”

“Ruff!”

“Ugh fine, I’ll get up.”

‘Can't believe you got chewed out by a dog.’

Begrudgingly, pulling the covers off. You sit up, glaring at the dog, while she huffs and narrows her eyes. Snapping your head to the side, you left the bed and got dressed in the bathroom. As Almond did the same, turning her head to the side before leaving the bed and taking a seat next to the door. Pulling your hair up not wanting it to get in the way of work.

You groan one last time showing your annoyance to the dog, and she straightens her posture giving off a pompous aura.

“If we make more money than usual today, I’ll buy you a treat, so you better be right.” You said opening the door.

Almonds respond by running out and getting a head start. You chuckle, closing the door behind you. Well, you knew she was right, today is going to be tough finding work. Might as well start early and hope for decent pay.

You walk around the market, asking the vendors the usual. If they need any help. They did not. You couldn’t blame them, it’s a slow day meaning they don’t have enough to pay some random homeless person for work. Maybe you should do the easy route and beg.

No, your body is surprisingly in good condition and has more than enough experience to work for the money.

Almond starts to slow down more than usual. Staring at the booths and the people. She looked a bit distracted. You slow down and kept at Almond's pace. She suddenly stops and sniffs the air. You were about to pick her up when she sprints off running in a random direction.

“Almond!” You yelled, chasing after her.

Luckily there wasn’t a crowd to navigate through. Yet, that didn’t stop the dog from making sharp turns or running way faster than your tired legs could.

You shout out her name again, in the hope, she stops running. Almond did not and actually ran faster.

You were definitely not buying her that treat after that. Slowing down, you try to catch your breath. As you walk down the path she took. Only noticing how you were in a different part of the market. It looks to be where the fruits and vegetables were sold.

It was oddly familiar.

Where have you seen this area before?

You follow after the dog, now mimicking her actions from earlier.

‘If you’re in the world of your favorite show then, which episode did you a farmer’s market in?’

Then it clicks.

You stare wide-eyed when Almonds goes into one of the booths. Maybe you can turn around and forget you even owned a dog.

A whine escapes as you chase after Almond. Solidifying your worries, seeing the sinister but empty booth.

This is how you die (again).

“Almond come over here!” You whispered.

The dog sniffs around the area as if trying to find something. You gather all of your courage and went inside. Jars and bottles filled with mysterious liquids were scattered across the area.

Almond goes to a corner, nearly consumed by the darkness and large rolls of paper. Moving fast, you went and grabbed the out of control dog. Bringing her to your chest, you notice how she holds a scroll in her mouth.

It had a (what you assumed) to be a pale-yellow bamboo covering. A red ribbon was wrapped around it to keep it from opening as it hook around a golden plum blossom charm. What stole your attention was the golden finials, which were engraved with a blooming lotus. It softly glowed a soft orange, pulling you in.

Shaking that feeling away, you glared at the dog.

“Drop it, that doesn’t belong to you.” Your voice was quiet and harsh. Showing your frustration with her.

Almond looks up at you, her head tilting to the side.

“We need to leave now, so drop it!” You said grabbing the scroll. Almond tightens her bite refusing to give it up.

“Looks like I found a couple of thieves.” A sultry voice rang through the dark booth.

Your stomach drops as you turn to face the voice.

The feminine figure was dressed in shades of dark purple that matched well with her skin. She brushes her raven hair out of her face and glances at you. Her green eyes then settled on the scroll. The smirk on her face widened, revealing her sharp fangs.

The Spider Queen looms as if you were a fly caught in her web.

[likeadog]

what are some other health hacks... if you dont like the taste of water i recommend either 1) getting a good yeti cup so u can keep it with ice (mine will keep my ice frozen for like 12 hours depending) or 2) theres these like. walmart brand bottled waters that are sugar free and clear but flavored. sugar and dye both really fuck with my bladder but these got me through a solid period of not wanting to drink regular water and i was fine. lemon and grape were my faves. theres also mio but that stuff does have dye + some of them have caffeine which is cool except when you use way too much and start having visions (note: did that)

for flossing i use a stick that has a switchable pick for a head to floss because my issue was always that i couldnt fit my hands in my mouth with the floss and i hate getting my hands wet. plus easy disposal. you do have to buy head refills tho.

im still on the look out for anything that helps make me feel less greasy esp my hair without having to run to the shower but dry shampoo just feels gross on me. taking suggestions

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

True Fantasy

While I was in his shower I looked around.

You could tell a lot about a person by their shower. Scents helped you understand what comforted a person. Shampoo and conditioner let you know how well they were doing financially, or how much thought they put into hygiene. Except for the rare occasion when you shared a shower as an adult, the shower and bathtub were a place where one could truly be alone with their thoughts.

There was a bar of soap, jade green, in one of the pockets of his shower curtain. They were mesh, and it was messy, but the structure of the shower had no real place or shelves to put things inside the stall. It was either buy shelving, or as he had done, buy a shower curtain with pockets to hold what you needed. Efficiency I could respect. I reached into the pocket to take the soap and bring it to my nose. I breathed deep.

The next thing I did was not objective or even intentional. Possession by the scent I often tasted on his skin was the only thing that made sense here. Pheromones do crazy things to even an enchantress. I lifted the bar to the water, and suddenly the world smelled like him. My belly curled with animalistic arousal as I stained my skin with it, immersing myself and absorbing the memories and feelings this scent had always given me. At one point I moaned, cleansing myself between thighs that would have been just as damp if I hadn’t been in the shower. I didn’t go too far, but it was the first time I almost wanted to, and to get lost in the sensation of someone was such a new feeling for me.

My body hummed with the anticipation of how I’d get this new hunger inside me sated. I let myself imagine it as I ran soapy hands over my breasts, my nipples puckered and impatient to be in his mouth. It had been so long, and to know I could let myself surrender completely to these beastly urges had me all but panting. Each rapid breath just more of his scent into my body that literally craved all of him inside me. I wanted to consume him. I wanted him to destroy me with extract.

The scent of someone you love is a more powerful drug than anything they can synthesize.

This soap was fucking dangerous.

It purified me.

Would he be able to see my intention to seduce him the moment I walked out? I imagined it as the water cleansed away the foam of him and water from my body. My fingers found my neck, and traced down the hollow of my throat. Downward and down until my fingers found where I pulsed, thinking about how he would meet my eyes. His, thoughtful and dark, would find mine of rain and fire. I’d watch them change, warming with the slow realization of my wanton desire.

The predator would stalk the desperate prey.

He would take advantage of my trust in a way that would make me surrender to anything we wanted to do with me. His scent on my body, in his body, would mix with the salt of our sweat, and we’d both gasp for the air we are sharing. He’d be as lost in me and I would be lost in him. It would be a war that Mars and Venus were ever trying to resist even in ancient times.

It was a war we’d both love losing.

I turned the shower off with fingers slick with my lust, and reached for the hooked towel outside the shower. I drew it around me and stepped out still dripping and almost too impatient to dry myself completely.

Did it matter anyways? I looked into the mirror.

My cheeks were flushed as I twirled the towel around my hair. When it was damp instead of sopping, I let the towel fall to the floor. I considered letting it stay on the floor, approaching him with only desire in my eyes and my body a feast for his. An open, unspoken invitation to ravish me.

There was something in the revealing that I knew would make his brain melt.

So, I tied the towel around my dewy body so that one light touch would send it falling.

I wished there was music just to make everything perfect, but knew the window was open to the sound of rain falling on the city outside his window.

My fingers curled around the knob, twisted, and I pushed open the door into my fantasy.

He looked up.

Everything came true.

He devoured me.

I took all the force of his worship.

And when we were done we fell asleep in the only arms we’d ever fully trusted, bodies entangled in the spent glow of our war and surrender.

[riverofrainbows]

It annoys me so much when self care brands (like shampoo/shower gel brands, candle brands, skincare brands, etc etc) have 10 different kinds of their product for different needs and specifications and smells and then one kind for men. Declaring the entire rest as for women in the process, even tho it's perfectly unisex. And insinuating that men can't like fancy smells, because the "men" edition always smells the same (moschus, unspecified 'freshness' or some sort of wood). It upholds stupid as fuck gender stereotypes and makes insecure men feel weird for buying the orange scented body lotion, because why aren't they going to the Man Section. It also basically says that men will turn into dust if they don't get their special man stuff, as if we are vampires. And what if men want to smell like something different than moschus, sea salt or cedar wood? I like cedar wood, but jesus fuck enough is enough. And I'm sure some men do think they are allergic to any body product that doesn't declare "Man" on the cover because of misogyny etc, but one could prevent that by just not making gendered products in the first place.

What incited this rant was an advertisement i saw for shampoos, that had different shampoos for dry hair, greasy hair, fine hair, coloured hair, dandruff, sensible scalp and extra nourishing, and then one "sporty fresh for men". Because of course men can't have dry or greasy hair, never colour it, and only ever wash their hair after they did some sport. That is stupid as fuck.

It also implies, whether intended or not, that men can't like to care for themselves and can't like to choose the shampoo thats best for them and the smell they enjoy most, and will just choose the product declared as "for men" instead of making a choice and taking an interest in their self care.

PS: if anyone comments "don't we have bigger problems to complain about" or anything along the lines of man hating, i advise you to realise that people, in contrast to NPCs, are capable to talk about multiple different topics, and then i will block you.

[nymphastoriasblog]

EMMETT CULLEN AND SKIN CARE 💖

i did this one with Jasper and y’all seemed to like it. I think I am going to write with the others Twilight characters :)

warnings: swearing and Emmett being weird.

pairing: emmett cullen x human!reader

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So first of all, Emmett cares about his appearance. Like, a lot.

Even though he can’t age and his skin is flawless, he will still wear some makeup sometimes (usually for fun)

Dating a human has been a quite funny experience to him. He loves to watch you doing human regular things.

And this include him watching you doing your skin care routine completely AMUSED

His eyes literally shined when he first saw how much different and colorful products you keep in your vanity

Every night you’ll be using your regular serum and he will beg for his life to see you using that pink face mask that you recently bought because it’s ✨cute✨

Emmett is always delighted when you ask him to go shopping with you

“I’m not using this, babe, it’s not for my skin type”, you say as he keeps putting things in your basket just because he wants

“I’ll try it on my skin”, he’d say

He doesn’t care if you’re doing your own shit, he wants to sit besides you in your vanity bench and wants you to put all sorts of products in his face

“How do you feel?”, you say after finally put a red face mask on his face

“Fucking delicious”, and the boy will put the most devilish grin in his face

Emmett lived during the 90s and he had created this deep fantasy within him of a skin care date night watching a movie or so

Now that you’re his soulmate, that is possible

So he LOVES to pick a movie (Usually something like Hocus Pocus or maybe Clueless) and sit in your carpet in front of the screen while you wait for the products to dry or to make some effect on your skin

And I have to say that Emmett is the type of person to add comments throughout the movie

I will maybe work on that later but he’s the type to add a joke during a scary scene in a terror movie that will get you wheezing instead of horrified

After a few skin care dates, Emmett developed some good taste in self care products 🤌🏻

I know that he likes his appearance but he was the type of guy to use anything he could reach.

Before you, he would use Rosalie’s shampoo (which makes her furious) and Carlisle conditioner (he doesn’t really care but it’s not for Emmett’s hair type)

But since you’ve started dating, Emmett knows his hair type, your hair type, your skin type and he has memorized every product you use everyday

Now he can go shopping by his own and buy exactly what you need

But you always go with him because it’s so much fun

Sometimes you’re just giggling around the store nonstop because of something Emmett did

Like the time he drop a whole shelf of products when he turned around to your call (and his shoulder hit the shelf)

Emmett is the type of boyfriend to tag you in a Instagram’s post of those influencers skin care products haul

And you LOVE IT because he usually actually buy the products when you seemed to like one in specific

Emmett’s an angel

[lemqnie]

— haikyuu | best friends with the DuoTM

includes: oikawa & iwaizumi, kenma & kuroo, akaashi & bokuto  

requested: yes | open

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✦ Oikawa & Iwaizumi ✦

notoriously loud and obstructive in any Public SpaceTM, these two are just as annoying when it’s just the three of you

how you met: you moved into their neighbourhood when you were 9 years old. iwaizumi’s house was right across yours and oikawa (nosy brat) saw your family settle in when visiting for a sleepover and crossed the street and asked you to join them. the rest was history. 

years later, when you ask him why he did that when he didn’t even know you, he’ll say it’s "because you had that crown on and i wanted it”

definitely not because he thought you were pretty and had a crush on you from age 8 till 11

as children: the boys like going to the park and tossing the same volleyball back and forth. you were never one for sports so you’d politely decline and sit to the side. seeing this, they decide to not play volleyball when you’re with them and just go on suuuuuper long walks around the park and ponds. 

funniest memory: in middle school chemistry, the three of you were grouped for an oxidation/reduction practical. when no one was looking, you and hajime mixed sulphuric acid and sodium carbonate and accused oikawa stinking the bench up with his farts. 

who’s closest to you: the boys are close to you in their own way (e.g. oikawa volunteering to tutor you in maths and iwaizumi absentmindedly buying you your favourite chocolate brioche whenever he’s at the shops) but they’ll willingly choose death before audibly admitting that they love you. 

you all cried when you said goodbye to each other at the train station after graduation, though

tradition: after a year of befriending them, you always host a sleepover the day before a birthday. it gets hard after graduating high school. you all went your separate ways, but you have night-long video calls before each of your birthdays. it’s not the same, but it’s something. 

as teenagers: you and oikawa share the same affinity to sweets. while iwaizumi does not, he never pulls away when you and oikawa bring him along to a cafe after school. 

crushes? oikawa had a crush on you from age 8-11. iwaizumi had a brief crush on you over the summer after graduation. nothing ever happened between the three of you. 

as adults: when you three are all back in japan, WHEN YOU’RE IN THE SAME CITY? yeah its bottomless brunches and afternoon cafe dates every week. iwaizumi’ll complain about how you’re both running his wallets dry (”trainers don’t get paid a lot you know.” “shut the fuck up, hajime. we both know you got the fattest wallet on the table.” “yeah! you literally bought a mercedes.” “that’s a company car!” “liars go to hell.”) 

✦ Kenma & Kuroo ✦

it’s a comfortable dynamic. when people see you three around, they assume you're siblings. 

how you met: kuroo went to the same ex-school academy. you were second only to him in grades. during one of the breaks, he saw you were playing on a gameboy and said how he also had a friend who was obsessed with that game. he invites you over to his house the next day to meet kenma and you hit it off immediately. 

as children: kenma and you would have playdates co-opping some new game while kuroo would cheer you on in the background, reading a shoujo manga and munching noisily on chips

funniest memory: for kenma’s birthday, you and kuroo bought him hair bleach and purple shampoo, cause he kept complaining about running out. you didn’t know that you’ve mistakenly picked up purple hair dye instead of the correct shampoo tube. when kenma walked back into his room where you were waiting with dripping, purple hair, he said one word and one word only. “run.”

who’s closest to you: between you and the boys, you’re definitely more comfortable around kenma if only because the both of you have a doctorate in introversion and would rather kill than make small talk to a stranger. this doesn’t discount you and kuroo’s relationship. he’s very understanding to you and kenma’s... disposition and has carved a comfortable spot for himself between the two of you on the sofa watching back to the future for the ninth time. 

tradition: while the boys had their volleyball matches, you had game tournaments. it was a deal. you’ll always go to their competitions if they go to yours. at some point, they started bringing you flowers and you were like ?????? “geez. we won’t get you flowers the next time, then” “no. I like it.”

as teenagers: your mother would invite the boys for dinner and scold you for eating just as much and just as messily as the two of them. your father would only laugh and say he had three sons, after all. 

crushes? not even a fleeting thought went into this notion. kuroo was the big brother you never wanted and kenma was like a twin, sharing the same hive mind. 

as adults: astonishingly, your trio were never further than each other than a few blocks away. you got accepted to the same university, sharing a flat throughout your degrees, and got a grad job within the same city. you took the same train back home, took almost the same holidays, and spent each birthday together. nary a friend or colleague bats an eye when you mention either names at the end of every sentence. in fact, most strangers would ask you the follow up questions: “and how old are your brothers?” and you’d politely laugh, but never quite declining the assumption. 

✦ Akaashi & Bokuto ✦

it only made sense that you three were friends. hell, history had never seen a more perfect fit.

how you met: akaashi sat behind you in the first year of high school and bokuto, in front. the two of them know each other from volleyball and with bokuto’s excitable nature, it was only inevitable that he had to apologise for reaching over and speaking over your shoulder again and again. 

as teenagers: akaashi, you, and bokuto were elites in your specific subjects. akaashi with language & literature, you with art, and bokuto with all things physical education. you won awards and competitions and you three were renowned, but no one could ever get close to the three of you. there was something... understood between this trio. 

(e.g. at the cafeteria, you would get your lunch, sit at an empty bench. akaashi would come along, dropping next to you and handing you the fruit that came with his lunch. he hates bananas. bokuto sits down, all loud and rambunctious with his packed lunch. he’ll go on about his day while you and akaashi listen raptly)

similar to how akaashi knows all of bokuto’s weaknesses, you know all of his and bokuto yours. it’s eerie how you three stand so equal to each other. you notice akaashi fiddling with his hands more than usual? you offer a kind it’s fine. you’re picking at your nails? bokuto brings you a sweet drink and goes on about his day. 

funniest favourite memory: you decide to switch “hobbies” for a day. in the morning, akaashi and bokuto paint you on two spare canvases. bokuto and you were tasked with making a presentation on your favourite books (bokuto’s was clifford the big red dog, and yours was Japanese Lit Vol 1 textbook). by the time the afternoon rolled around, bokuto was bored out of his mind and so you and akaashi took him down to the park, a football in hand, and just spent the rest of the day watching the sun slowly dip closer to the horizon. 

who’s closest to you: you are inseparable. there is no telling who’s closer to who. with both boys having sisters, they’re never shy to accommodate around your needs. hungry? “I'll grab some bread from the convenience store.” angry? “Hey, sorry. Do you want us to do anything?” tired? “D’ya wanna borrow my hoodie? Here. You can have it.” All of the above? “Here’s some pads and sweets. They were discounted.” 

tradition: the first Sunday of each month, you and the boys head down to the farmer’s market just outside of Tokyo. you get new charcoal and some very cheap canvases while akaashi goes on the hunt for pen nibs and bokuto for any food he has yet to try. 

crushes? you see them as an extension of yourself so there were never anything to sway you. besides, akaashi always has his eyes on bokuto and bokuto had his pick of confession letters each week. 

as adults: oh wow. time sure passed. you still go to those Tokyo farmer’s market but bokuto playing for MSBY doesn’t allow him much time to be in the city. so you and akaashi make trips down to see him play. your group chats are never silent. 

[rainiishowers]

Obey Me Incorrect Quotes

A/N: I have a weird obsession with incorrect quotes so here are a few for Obey Me. I'm not sure how accurate these would be but oh well I collected these over times, some of them aren't really incorrect quotes but hey, I can turn probably everything into one. ------- Mammon:  I hate when I misplace my glasses because I am forced to walk around like I'm suspicious of everything. MC: *glares and points at the cabinet* What about you, cabinet, sketchy piece of shit, did you take them? - Leviathan: Bloodborn is just Dark Souls but wet. Everyone: .... Lucifer: ...Pardon? Leviathan: Dark Souls is defined by its absence of anything resembling life. Miyazaki made a world so almost utterly devoid of growth or flourishing at all. Everything is in the final stages of rot and decay, reduced to the cracking skeleton of what it once was. Not just metaphorically, the stone and grass and trees and just.. everything about it is so terribly dry. Beelzebub: Levi-- Leviathan: BLOODBORN THOUGH? Bloodborn is dripping, sopping wet. The stone in central Yharnam? Wet. The bosses? Wet. The weapons? Wet. The combat? Wet. The plot points? WET. The way it's so utterly obsessed with liquid, fresh death, gore and a city in the midst of ruin, rather than having died off long ago? FUCKING W E T  Asmodeus: What happened? MC: Introducing Levi to those games may of been a bad idea- - Mammon: Sensory overload is really like, sorry I can't hear you over my shirt tag being itchy, those two strands in my face, the pot boiling in the kitchen, one of my shoe laces being undone, the music in my brothers room, the AIR and my own brain trying to remember to buy jewelry! MC: I can't talk, I have socks on - MC: *Cuddling the twins* Pfft- Beel, are you kissing my knuckles, that's so-- STOP LICKING MY RING POP- - Belphegor: You are the best twin I can ask for and I would do anything for you Beelzebub: I want you to eat at least three meals a day and stop trying to murder Lucifer.. Belphegor: Absolutely not. - Solomon: I am the most responsible in the group Luke: But you set the kitchen on fire!! Solomon: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that - Lucifer: I'm having salad for dinner MC: Wait seriously? Lucifer: ..Actually it's more so grapes Lucifer: Okay it's all grapes MC: Wha-- Lucifer: Fermented grapes Lucifer:  MC: Is it wine? Lucifer: It's wine. Lucifer: I'm going to have wine for dinner - Luke: *To Simeon and Solomon* Can we go to a haunted house this year? I want to try it.. Solomon: What's wrong with the one we have now?? Luke: Wait- WHAT?! Solomon: Goodnight! - Asmodeus: Look, we're under a mistletoe~ MC: *looks up* Asmo, that's.. not a mistletoe.. Later that night MC: *wakes up at 4am* OH MY DIAVOLO HE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME - MC: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars! Belphegor: I love stargazing but if anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life. - Simeon: You often use humor to deflect trauma.. Mammon: Thanks Luke: We didn't say that was a good thing- Mammon: What I'm hearing is, ya think I'm funny - Satan: Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Mammon: Your text told me to satanize the house before you two returned. Lucifer: Lucifer He wrote SANITIZE, Mammon. - Belphegor: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon Beelzebub: A... spear? Belphegor:  - Asmodeus: I actually have a black belt. Solomon: In what, karate? Asmodeus: No, from Majolish. - Asmodeus: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me Mammon: Okay, but in my defense, Belphie bet me 50 grimm I couldn’t drink all your shampoo. Asmodeus: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?! MORE IMPORTANTLY MY SHAMPOO??? - Beelzebub: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Satan: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Mammon: Smad. - Mammon:  If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all

invited Lucifer: If?? Levi: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and he might not even die. - Belphegor:  Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. MC: Belphie, no-- Satan: Mistlefoe. Lucifer: Please stop encouraging him. - Mammon: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys Asmodeus: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Satan, who got pissed off just recently: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes! MC: Self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Satan: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands. - MC: You are an absolute dork. Mammon, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork! MC: *sighs* Yeah, you're my dork.

[xutokawa]

s/o finding scratch marks on their back

pairings: atsumu x reader, oikawa x reader

genre(s): angst, fluff in beginning, cheating s/o

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Atsumu

Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.

You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.

Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.

“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”

Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”

Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.” 

Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.

Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu. 

Back turned towards you, the setter was unaware of your presence in the bathroom. Red, angry marks lined his broad shoulders as hickeys were dotted across his neck. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until your vision started blurring. Quickly slipping out of the bathroom, you went into your shared bedroom, packing a small bag with your belongings. Silent sobs racked your body as you imagined Atsumu’s breath on another’s neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as he gave himself away to them. 

You couldn’t believe it. Your husband, your Atsumu. More than anything, you wanted to know why? What did you not give? Was your marriage worth nothing to him? Texting your best friend, you told them you’d be staying at their house for the night, not offering further explanation. 

Did he mean it when he proclaimed his love earlier? You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this. How many times has he betrayed your trust, indulged in another person as you patiently waited for his return. Scoffing in anger, you hastily pulled your ring off your left hand, placing it on his bedside table along with a note. Anger surged through your body as you stared at the diamond gleaming at you, memories of the day Atsumu got down on one knee as he asked to spend the rest of his life with you flooding back. That day, you left, never turning back, putting the past five years with Atsumu behind you.

The apartment was noticeably colder when Atsumu finally stepped out of the shower. Quickly changing, he walked out to the kitchen, craving your embrace. He couldn’t wait to sit down and just talk, maybe cuddle and watch a movie until the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The setter missed you dearly during his time away, and he wanted to make up for lost time. However, you were nowhere to be found. He searched through the entire apartment only to be met with silence. 

Maybe she went out to buy something, Atsumu thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a note on his nightstand. 

‘I’ll be gone for a couple of days. I’ll eventually come back for the rest of my stuff, but I just can’t bear to see you right now. I hope it was worth it. Glad to know our marriage was worth dog shit to you. Don’t come looking for me, the last thing I want to see is you right now.’

The note in the setter’s hands began to shake as he glanced at your wedding ring on the table. He thought he heard the door open in the shower earlier, but didn’t think much of it. It was only when his shampoo ran down his back that he realized he had marks on his back. Atsumu knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. Your comforting smile continuously flashed through his mind as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He felt sick to his stomach opening his phone to find a text from you telling him to take care of himself when another person’s scent lingered on him. 

He couldn’t lose you. He needed to find you, tell you it was all a drunken mistake. It was the alcohol, not him. The thought of you despising him made the setter choke out a sob, rushing out the door in hopes to catch up to you. It didn’t mean anything to him. It was getting too lonely without you, and he indulged in alcohol in hopes to fill the void. His eyes searched frantically, legs and lungs burning from running down countless flights of steps, hoping to catch a glance of you and bring you back him.

But it was too late. It was over. Atsumu already ruined everything.

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Oikawa

Frustration boiled through Oikawa as he rubbed his hands over his face. He didn’t mean to lash out at you, after all, you were just being a caring partner. Concerns for the setter’s health turned into a full-blown argument resulting with you in tears and Oikawa at a local bar, drowning his misery in liquor. His state of mind grew foggier with each shot he downed. So when the scent of perfume engulfed his senses as seductive whispers filled his ears, he gave in.

You were waken up by the sound of a clatter coming from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘fuck!’ 

Groggily, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

12:47am

Heading towards the source of noise, you found your boyfriend curled in a ball on the ground. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed your nostrils as you attempted to get your boyfriend to stand. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the ‘I’m so sorry, y/n’s and the ‘Please forgive me’s coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth, assuming he was referring to your earlier argument. Sighing, you laid him down on your mattress, walking towards his closet to grab his pajamas. With great struggle, you successfully peeled the shirt from Oikawa’s back before he flopped back down on the mattress. Preparing to shove his night shirt over his head, your movements froze as you took in the claw marks running down his back. Blood running cold, you glanced at the setter’s face, seemingly peaceful as he slept. 

Anger coursed through your veins at the thought of him running into another person’s arms when your relationship got a little tough.

Pathetic.

You scoffed as you threw his shirt on the ground. Blinded by rage, your mind didn’t register your hand coming in contact with his cheek.

A loud smack sounded through the empty night as Oikawa’s eyes shot open.

“You piece of shit,” you venomously spit out.

Confusion visible clouded Oikawa’s eyes as he began adjusting to his surroundings, obviously sobering up.

“Y-y/n, what was that for?” Oikawa began sitting up, eyebrows furrowed together.

“So what, we have one argument and you decide to go fuck some random person?” You raised your voice at the man sitting in front of you.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Cut the crap, Oikawa,” ignoring the pain flashing through Oikawa’s eyes at the use of his last name, “The hickey on your neck and scratch marks are more than enough proof that you cheated on me.” 

Panic flashed in Oikawa’s eyes as he realized what was happening, the gravity of the situation registering in his mind. He cheated on you.

“I-” Oikawa stuttered, words getting stuck in his throat at the thought of losing you. He couldn’t even make excuses, knowing he had been caught red-handed in his infidelity. 

“I’m staying in a hotel for the rest of the night. I’m coming back tomorrow afternoon, and your shit better be out of here by then,” your eyes hardened as you turned around, beginning to pack a small bag with essential belongings. Panic rose in Oikawa as he scrambled to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, let’s talk this out,” Oikawa pleaded, tears welling in his eyes, “We can fix this, right? You can’t leave me, I love you!”

The setter’s heart shattered as you flinched away from his touch, as if it physically hurt you to be near him.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” you managed to choke out, zipping up your bag. 

“I do love you, y/n! Please, believe me,” Oikawa desperately pleaded, sobs racking his body, “I didn’t mean to! It didn’t mean anything, y/n, I can fix this, I promise!”

“You seem to have a habit of breaking your promises, Oikawa,” your voice audibly weaker. You needed to get away from him, away from the source of your heartbreak. 

“Y/n, wait! Please-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the slam of the front door. 

It wasn’t until 47 missed calls, 118 messages, and 32 voicemails later, that Oikawa realized you were never coming back to him. You had walked out of his life forever, and it was all his fault.

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bf!txt when you/ they bring out mistletoe in the middle of november.

a really random prompt that came into my mind. i just want it to be christmas time already TT.

fluff | warnings: slight cursing | word count: 1.1k

yeonjun

you pat yourself dry and throw on your hoodie and pajama shorts. you use your towel to dry your damp hair that now smelled like lavender thanks to the shampoo bottle you decided to keep at yeonjuns place. hanging your towel, you turn the knob of the door to exit the bathroom. as you step out you come face to face with a smirking yeonjun (or chest to face i should say cause he’s probably taller), bodies only a few inches away from one another.

“ya! what are you doing,” you say in a scolding tone, confused and a little annoyed from being scared. he didn’t say or do anything, but just kept smirking. “uhh.. what’s up?” you ask, noticing one of his hands behind his back, and a bit confused at his strange action. he just stands there, again not doing anything. “well if you were just gonna stand there then-.” you stop talking when he finally moves his hand from his back. you know what’s in this mfers hand? mistletoe. it’s fucking november? you look back at him with his smirk still there.

“shall we?” he asks, finally saying something.

you softly laugh, “i have to check my schedule to see when i can fit it in-.” but before you finish your sentence his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were moving against yours. after a few seconds you slowly pull away. you hide your face in your sweater paws and you hear a chuckle. you look up to see him with the same smirk as before. “you’re so adorable. i really love you.”

soobin

you walk home, hand in hand with your boyfriend, soobin. it’s dark and chilly outside; you loved it. the warmth of soobins hand somehow managing to keep your whole body warm. he made your heart warm and fuzzy. you look over at your boyfriend who is already looking at you. he quickly shoots his gaze somewhere else, unsuccessfully making it seem as though he wasn’t staring at you. you laugh at his cute action, blush creeping onto soobin’s cheeks as you do.

“i wanted to show you something i bought today,” soobin says as you finish laughing. you look back over to see his hand fiddling in his pocket. when he finally manages to get a grip on what he was searching for, he pulls out a small piece of mistletoe. you looked at him confused.

“mistletoe? where did you buy it? it’s november,” you laugh at the super random item your boyfriend presented.

“unimportant. what is important right now is that we’re both under mistletoe, and you know what that means,” soobin says as he raises the plant above the two of you. you can’t help but laugh more at the situation.

“you know if you just wanted a kiss you could have asked.”

“this is so much more romantic though, don’t you think?” he smiles.

“i guess so…” you trail off, turning and looking into his eyes. his eyes are on you, switching from your eyes to your lips. he leans in and captures your lips in a short, sweet kiss. you pull away, both blushing like crazy.

“jesus you’re so cheesy,” you laugh as soobin puts the plant back in his pocket.

“you love it though.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

beomgyu

“dude it’s not even december yet, put that shit away,” beomgyu laughs as he shoves your hand, full of mistletoe, away from above him.

“come on, just a little peck,” you say as you shut your eyes and pucker your lips in a joking kind of way. you feel beomgyu’s hand touch your lips and push your face back.

“give me one good reason why i should give in to this cheesy act,” he looks at you, playfully raising an eyebrow.

“hmm, well i was planning on making your favorite for dinner tonight… but of course if you don’t want me to make it for you then-.” you suddenly felt beomgyu’s lips crash onto yours for a quick peck.

“there,” he stated, satisfied with himself as he got up from the couch and started walking away.

“ya! you didn’t even let me put the mistletoe up! we have to do it again,” you yell, getting up to chase after him. you ended up chasing him all around the house to get him to kiss you again.

taehyun

(honestly i feel like this man wouldn’t pull this sort of thing lmao. so you’re the one who came up with the brilliant plan.) you hung up some mistletoe you got from your mom's old christmas decoration box in the doorway of your shared bedroom with taehyun. that evening, taehyun came back from work just a bit earlier than usual, walking into the room slowly, not missing the obvious piece of mistletoe hanging above. he looked down to find you staring at him on the bed.

“well you’re home earlier than usual,” you say in an ‘oh shit’ sort of way. your plan was ruined.

“what’s this,” he asks, looking up and leaning his body against the door frame. you see the smirk that forms on his face as he watches you get embarrassed.

“i-it’s mistletoe,” you say avoiding his gaze.

“it’s november.”

“yeah,” you get off the bed and make your way towards taehyun, eyes glued to the ground, “but i thought it would be cute and funny if-.” apparently you reached where taehyun was standing, because you were cut off by taehyun lifting your head and crashing his lips onto yours. after the initial shock, you begin to kiss him back. he breaks the kiss, smirking again when he sees you blushing like an idiot. maybe your plan wasn’t ruined after all?

hueningkai

you and your boyfriend are both snuggled on the couch, under the same blanket, watching a movie. suddenly, without saying a word, kai gets up and walks to the kitchen. you were a bit confused at first, but brushed it off thinking he wanted a snack or something (nahhh his snack was right in front of him smh). after four minutes of waiting for him to come back, you started to get a little concerned, but again, didn’t think much about it. after another four minutes, you get up from the couch to find the darn boy. you saw kai standing in the middle of the kitchen with his back to you.

“kai?” you say softly, “something wrong?” he turned to face you with a little, soft smile. you walked up to him still a bit worried.

“look up.” you look up to see mistletoe hanging directly above the two of you. you look back at him with a confused look.

“it’s november,” you lightly laugh.

“may i?” a blush makes its way to your cheeks. you look down, giving a slight but noticeable nod. he lifts your head and gives you a soft, but passionate kiss. god you love this boy.

“i love you,” he says as if he read your mind.

“i love you too, but why mistletoe in november?!”

writers note: this is my first ever post please go easy on me im still learning how to write but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless <3

[damiano-mylove]

Members of Måneskin with a mentally ill/disordered S/O

Illnesses included: Depression, ADD, Tourette's and PTSD (so warnings for that and SH, drug usage, isolation, and heavy topics in general) *Masterlist*

This was a collaborative effort between Nik, Lina, Lute and two unnamed but very appreciated people - all of us afflicted with the varying illnesses above

Vic

Vic would take an empathetic approach to your illness/disorder (relating to you, researching, never pitying)

Depression

Vic would take a more of a nurturing role to your sadness

On the more sad days, Vic would nap with you for a little bit but she'd get to a point where enough would be enough

She would coax you out of bed in ways that appeal to you more than you'd ever care to admit, starting out with just getting you to eat somewhere else than in bed, then eventually moving up to showering, etcetera, etcetera

Vic would be very acutely tuned toward your needs, and she always fulfilled

It broke her heart that you were so sad, but she could relate and that made it a lighter burden on your back

When you first told her, Vic just went silent, then hugged you for a long time

ADD

Vic wouldn't be as supportive in this, but not in a neglectful way

She had a way of getting your attention back on the topic at hand, but sometimes she was just as bad as you for getting away from the main point

The impulsivity, she wasn't the biggest fan of, but you two worked through it like adults

When you'd forget things, Vic wouldn't get annoyed - but she would always remind you when you forgot what you needed to remember

Also, she was the best for finding misplaced things

PTSD

Vic would be very careful to avoid your triggers, however she never felt as if she was walking on eggshells

Before you were able to fully tell her what happened, Vic would never force you to tell her anything you weren't already ready to tell her of your own accord

There was no way she couldn't feel a bit sorry for you, but she never showed it, and she certainly didn't pity you - she just was sorry that something happened to you to give you PTSD

She would be mindful to never act as if she would be able to fix you

Tourette's

It didn't annoy her as much as you thought it surely would - especially since you had been trying to keep the tics at bay in the beginning of your relationship

Vic usually went on like nothing happened when you'd tic, but sometimes she'd laugh if your tics would hit her

Vic would proudly go out with you, even though you were scared about the looks you'd get on the street, but she never minded because she loved you and she wanted to show you that she loved you

Thomas

Thomas would take a supportive approach to your illness/disorder (reminding you to take your meds, making appointments for you if you'd ask, doing anything he could to make you feel better)

Depression

Thomas would always be the perfect person who would just shut the fuck up and cuddle you, but he would only do it if you'd ask because he knew sometimes you didn't feel like being around people

Wasn't really trained in any of this so he just cared for you like he'd like to be cared for

He was doing his best, and it was apparent, but sometimes you'd have to tell him what not to do and what to do

Of course, Thomas wouldn't bat an eye to stop or start doing anything at the raise of your finger - whether it be rub your back or let you be alone for a bit

He understood that he alone could not cure your depression, but he understood that he would be around for the ride, if you would have him

When you first told Thomas, he was silent, just nodding. He asked you a few very respectful questions but would never dream of pushing you. He would rub your knee and assure you of his love for you, no matter what

ADD

Honestly, Thomas didn't know what ADD was, at first

He googled it, then thought better to just ask you for a primary source

During nights where you couldn't sleep, Thomas would be right beside you, not sleeping either, which wasn't healthy for either of you, but it sure as Hell made you feel less lonely

Thomas lost shit and things all the time, so he never judged you for that, and his memory was potentially worse than yours so who was he to speak on that

But he was extremely good at getting you to finish tasks before moving on (sometimes just finishing them himself)

PTSD

Again, didn't exactly know what it entailed at first, but asked you a few questions to clear the air

Thomas would lead you through deep breathing exercises (unless you told him not to) when you were triggered and started losing control

Would always do anything and everything he could to avoid triggers with you

He would he more than patient with you

Tourette's

He would find some of your tics endearing (not harmful ones)

At one point, you'd even developed a verbal tic saying Thomas' name, which he always chuckled at and responded to you every single time as if you'd requested his presence, each time with a new pet name and a smile

If your tics would hit him by accident, you would apologize profusely, but Thomas would always laugh and brush it off

During tic attacks, he knew to just let you be, unless you would stop breathing, then he would certainly step in

He would ask his doctor a "hypothetical" about how to help someone through a tic attack, then used that advice forevermore, and it usually made a helpful difference

Ethan

Ethan would take a companion role (letting you take the lead, showing him what would happen and what to do to help, always listening to you before making his own move)

Depression

He'd dealt with depression before, but thoroughly understood that everyone is different in how they display mental illness

Ethan would recognize what to do, but would ask you for confirmation before acting upon anything that had potential to make a difference

On days where you couldn't leave your bed, he would bring you food (not a steak dinner, but he would definitely bring you soup or toast or a sandwich)

On days where you couldn't shower, he'd either be in the shower with you, or he'd draw you a bath instead, or he'd buy dry shampoo and sanitary wipes (those would be the last case, because he didn't want to throw off your pH)

He would assure you of his love and that you didn't burden him whatsoever

You were suffering, and you didn't make him suffer, but he did take some of that suffering from you

ADD

Certain times, I regret to say, he may get slightly annoyed, but not for long and not to the point of icing you out or anything

Ethan always found things to keep your mind occupied (watching Monty Python (actually a great programme for AD(H)D people), intricate games, new books, etc)

The best at finding lost things, and also has the best memory under the sun

Your symptoms wouldn't bother Ethan, save for constantly speaking (which can get a little annoying during a film or something)

PTSD

Would basically just go one with life - he would avoid all things relating to your triggers and PTSD - but otherwise, it would be business as per usual

If you got triggered, he would be by your side and on your side

He would do anything; deep breathing, distractions, grounding, getting your meds, anything

Ethan would always let you speak about it, when you'd want to, but otherwise treated you the exact same way as he had before you told him

Tourette's

He's always looking for something to joke about, and sometimes your tics provide just the material

He wouldn't dream of taking the piss out of the harmful or mean tics, but if you were laughing, then he was sure to be laughing as well

If your tics involved a bird whistle, he'd call you his 'little red bird' but wouldn't anymore if that upset you

Tourette's are a tough subject to joke about, but Ethan would always listen if you told him it was offensive, unfunny, or just a bad joke and Ethan would always take it in good humour and apologize

Most of the time though, he could make some funny fucking comments

Damiano

Damiano would take a nonchalant approach (not explicitly talking about it, never take the spotlight off you (if he could help it), try his best to help you through any challenges without making you feel like you were an inconvenience to him

Depression

He was your best friend before he was your lover

As such, you were always able to talk to Damiano about your depression anytime you felt it getting bad, as to warn him

Damiano would never leave your side, unless you told him to, but he'd always have a film on in the back, or he'd play with your hair, or distract you by brushing your hair or having you help him pick out an outfit

He enjoyed cleaning, so your bedroom would never become a depression room, and that helped get you out of your slumps most of the time

Dami was also swimmingly good at getting you up, even if it be just for a dance in the moonlight then back to bed, or a walk around the block then on the couch

He understood wanting to cope, but if you were prone to drug usage, Damiano would totally discourage it and stop you from using as best he could

ADD

Not everyday is a trip to Disney, but with Damiano, it is

Damiano always had new records to catch your fancy, he'd always have some home project lined up for the two of you, he'd always let you do extravagant things with makeup on his face

It seemed if you lost something, Dami would find it, but if Damiano lost something, you would find it (good system actually)

Would always have reminders in his phone so he would add reminders for you on his phone (appointments, birthdays, events)

Damiano seemed to always have just the trick to get you to sleep, even when you felt like you physically couldn't

PTSD

After you told him, Damiano would immediately avoid the topic in future conversations

He would support you fully during any trigger or episode, but he never treated you any differently at all just because you have PTSD

It hurt him that something hurt you so badly, but he took it all in a deep breath - after all, he signed up for you, all of you, so he certainly wouldn't give up on you just because of a disorder

Damiano would be in your corner 100%, and you knew it and you knew you could always go to him

Tourette's

Some tics would get that beautiful smile on his face, but otherwise he continued conversations like nothing ever happened

He didn't bat an eye at a physical tic, not a verbal tic

But he was the man to go to during a tic attack

He wouldn't treat you like a science experiment, or like an insane asylum patient - he treated you with love and support, like no one else ever had

Damiano had read about a dozen books on how to support people with Tourette's, and he'd also talked to other people he knew who had Tourette's - Damiano was thoroughly educated on how to help you, the love of his life

headass this was hard to fuckin write and i know its shitty and the cw’s are a bunch and i cut it but im sorry and hope its good enough