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charlie-lec-stories · 4 months

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Good enough // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Max is not always the confident man he looks like.

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, some dark thoughts, talks about eating disorders.

Author’s Note: Men can also suffer from low self-esteem and body insecurities. Rate: +16 (inappropriate language)

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She always slept in the middle and Max was okay with that, because even though he loved to cuddle Charles, he was a living heater, like Max. Y/N was like an ice cube and it was great to have her in the middle, cooling them down. Watching her peaceful face in the morning was also a plus. That was the sight he found that morning, her laying face up, her lips slightly parted, Charles half on top of her, his nose buried on the crook of her neck and his left arm over her protectively, his fingers brushing Max's middle. The Monegasque was snoring softly, the noise muffled by Y/N's collarbones. As always, Charles was shirtless, it was impossible for him to rest well with clothes and it wasn't like the Dutchman or their girl would complain about it. On the contrary, she started progressively to sleep with less clothes on. Max wasn't sure when it happened but she went from loving to trying different PJ's and seeing which one was more comfortable to sleeping in just a tank top and a pair of cotton panties. Again, there were no complaints about that. Max could never complain about seeing them with little to no clothing, they were literally the most beautiful people he had ever met.

He knew that she was perfect since the first time he laid eyes on her, while they were teenagers. He felt his breath itch just looking at her face, and when they became closer and she started hugging him more, he became addicted to the touch of her skin, soft and plush under his fingers. He could remember the first time he saw her in underwear like a core memory, they were still friends and he had never felt so guilty for anything as he felt for his thoughts that night. She spent the night at his house, they both had a race the next day and her parents couldn't take her, so he offered her to stay at his house and go with him the next day. His father was less than pleased with his idea, but agreed anyway. She changed in front of him like it was the most normal thing in the world, he was her best friend and she felt safe with him, the tug of guilt he felt in his heart for looking at her like she was a whole meal still haunted him. But he thought she was breath-taking, every inch of her body was just too perfect to be real. He was seventeen at the time, so his mind went to places that he wasn't proud of, but even if he wasn't sexualizing her all the time now that they were older, he still could say that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Then there was Charles, who Max knew for a fact was the most wanted man in motorsport. People just worshiped his body like it was a whole temple and Max couldn't agree more with those people. He would definitely join a cult about Charles' body. From his cute, messy hair to his toned legs, Charles was a living Greek God and Max thanked Zeus every day for making his boyfriend figuratively allergic to wearing shirts. Summer Charles was his favorite, all hot and bothered, walking around sporting his smallest shorts and needing someone to apply sunscreen on his back three times a day. Max would always volunteer for that. But Spring Charles was also great, always wearing half buttoned shirts, chest showing teasingly. Max's second favorite was Autumn Charles, who liked to work out in compression shirts, leaving him and Y/N looking at his body the whole time they should be training. Winter Charles was less of a show off, but that doesn't mean he didn't serve... There were few sights as beautiful as the Monegasque in winter attire, with his nose reddened and smile on full display. Max could spend hours just looking at Charles sitting in front of the fire, warming up while chatting with Y/N about all of his favorite things.

He watched them both sleep for a few minutes, following the ups and downs of their chests, the covers up to Charles' hips, giving away just a peek of the navy blue panties Y/N wore that time to sleep. He felt lucky, but he also felt terrible about himself. As he got up from the bed, he sighed softly, doing the best he could to suppress the negative thoughts that tried to settle down on his mind. Walking down the hallway and towards the kitchen, he couldn't stop his body and it positioned itself in front of the mirror at the entrance of the living room. He looked at his reflection with a shy gaze, the dark shirt made him look slimmer, or at least he told himself that. The deep breath he took was shaky and when his hands moved to his hips, the hem of it tensed, highlighting a little roll on his lower belly. He looked away disgusted, his hands falling back down by his sides and walked quickly to the kitchen to start breakfast. He focused on his Stroopwafels, he wanted them to be ready before Charles woke up, or else he would complain about eating in the morning and skip breakfast. His boyfriend was a disaster when it came to food, he didn't like many dishes, and the Stroopwafels were one of the few things Charles liked to eat in the morning.

Max thought about skipping breakfast and instead going for a run, burning that roll he saw in the mirror, but he knew that it was not healthy behavior. He didn't like the way he looked, he did feel ugly, but he was aware of the limits between feeling bad about himself and doing risky things to achieve the body he wanted. Still, once in a while, his low self-esteem would entertain the idea of skipping a meal or extending a training session. He didn't resent his partners for being physically perfect, but he did feel like he wasn't good enough for their perfection. He would sometimes look at them, so incredibly good-looking together, and think that he didn't look as good as he should, like he was out of place with their beauty. The fact that they loved him was important to him, he understood that they loved him for his personality and not for his looks, and he wasn't a superficial man, constantly thinking about his or other people's looks, still, he sometimes wondered what they saw in him. When he was making out with them and they felt so into it, he would ask himself once in a while how it was possible that someone like him could turn them on. It was some kind of miracle that a woman who could have any man in the world, who already had Charles fucking Leclerc would want to have sex with him, or al least that's how he felt like.

"Morning, Amor". (Love). He heard Y/N voice as her arms wrapped around him, her cheek pressed against his back. He felt her kissing his shoulder and then playfully bite him. He laughed.

"Morning, Schat. How did you sleep?". He took the last Stroopwafel out of the pan and then turned around to face her.

"Bien, but woke up around 3 am wanting to peet and went back to sleep right away because you both were squeezing me so bad that I couldn't even go to the bathroom". (Good). She pouted and then giggled, making him smirk, loved her giggles. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him, her hands moving to his hair to pull at it a little, he moaned but gathered his composure back quickly.

"No funny business, no time for that". He said against her lips and she huffed. It was a Wednesday and they were all traveling to the USA for the triple-header.

"It won't take too long, I promise". She dragged her hands down his torso, he loved every second of that, until she reached the hem of his shirt and her fingers touched the skin of his lower belly. He grew self conscious fast and then pushed her hands away. She looked at him worried, not for him not wanting to have sex but for him to refuse her touch as if it was burning him. He had those reactions once in a while and it always made her wonder what was wrong, but he never seemed open to talk about it.

"I just don't want us to be late, Schat". He quickly lied and she let it slide. He kissed her again, just to let her know that they were good. They heard Charles' footsteps and the conversation died there.

In Austin, they were gratefully surprised with the fact that they were staying all in the same hotel, which meant that they could share a room all five nights. Charles and Y/N didn't even bother on settling down in their rooms, knowing that they weren't spending a second there, instead, they took their suitcases to Max's room and then plopped down on the bed. Max was still acting weird, he barely let them cuddle him on the plane, didn't ramble about anything and then just went straight to the shower, taking his sweet time there. Charles, even though he had been close to Max for less time, also picked up on his strange behavior. They knew that Max was allowed to have bad days and be moody, but these episodes were different from being moody. He looked sad, like the spark he usually had suddenly lacked power. The two talked about it, wondering what could have happened and how to bring up the subject to Max without scaring him off. The last thing they wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable or pressured to open up about something he wasn't ready. Once he walked out of the bathroom, completely dressed to bed, they made themselves comfortable and drifted off.

"You look stunning today, Y/N". Max heard one of the reporters say while they were all on the media pan. Max suppressed an eye-roll, she always looked great and someone always had to point it out. He was a little jealous, but the fact that he had felt particularly bad about himself the last few days didn't help.

"Thank you". She said with a tight grin, she wasn't a fan of physical compliments, she would rather people calling her a good driver instead. The reporter proceeded with his question about her good Qualifying that afternoon and she then gave him a complete answer with her feedback about the track and the car. He watched her talk, the way her hands moved as she explained something, her lips that did the best they could as she struggled with her pronunciation and how her nose scrunched when she talked about the least things she liked about the track.

"Max". He turned around to look at Charles, the Monegasque discreetly leading him to an empty room when the media pan was over. "Are you alright, babe?".

"Yeah, sure". He tried to play it cool, but the concerned look on Charles' eyes was making it really hard.

"Are you sure? Because you haven't looked fine for a few days now". Max knew what he meant, he knew that Charles was talking about his mood, but Max couldn't help but associate Charles' words to his body."I know I don't look fine, I'll do better". He walked out of the room, leaving Charles even more confused than before.

Austin went terribly for Charles and Y/N, both of them ending up disqualified after the race, the Ferrari driver losing a P6 and the Mercedes a podium. Max had won and still he didn't feel any better, so the mood back in the room wasn't the best. "Couples that get disqualified together, stay together" was the caption that their PR managers decided to use when they posted their joint post about the FIA's decision. Max looked at the picture over and over again, even sad they looked nice. Or maybe it was him that loved them so much that was unable to see a single defect in them. He didn't care, they were perfect in his eyes, and he wasn't good enough, no matter how much he could win. The next stop was Mexico and Max was already in a bad mood to also having to deal with Checo's fans. He got the chance to share his podium with Charles and Y/N there and that made everything a little bit better, but watching their pictures online, the three of them together was painful. And to top it, between Mexico and Brazil, Y/N trended on Twitter when a particularly good picture of her after the race "broke the internet". She was being called the most beautiful woman of motorsport, and it was all too much for Max.

Charles walked inside the room with his spare key, they were both at the same hotel in Brazil and Y/N staying just a block away, to find Max on the bed. His knees were all the way up to his chest and Charles could see that he was crying, thanks to the shaky movement of his back. With soft steps, he walked to the bed and sat down next to Max, placing his hand atop his shoulder and squeezing. The sob that the Dutchman let out broke Charles' heart in a million pieces. He quickly pulled out his phone and sent a short text to his girlfriend, requesting her presence, then he got into bed with Max, pulling him to his chest and letting him cry as much as he needed. Y/N arrived 20 minutes later, having to work her way through some PR duties before she could be free. Max was a lot more calm when she made it there, her two boyfriends resting on the bed, while Charles moved his hands up and down Max's back. The Ferrari driver looked up when he heard her walk in and they shared a look before she sat down at the other side of Max and ran her fingers through his blonde locks. She saw him let out a sigh and then a few more tears fell down his cheeks.

"Amor, what is it?". She spoke as gently as she could, not wanting to startle him. "Please, we want to help, Max".

"You can't. I'm the problem, not you". His voice was hoarse, the crying taking a toll on his throat.

"You're not a problem, Max. What are you saying?". Charles was almost offended at Max's comment, how could he call himself a problem when he was so darn amazing?

"Okay, we're not avoiding this anymore". She changed her tone from sweet to serious. "Both of you, sit up". They followed the order, Max resting his back against the headboard of the bed. "What's up with you?"

"Don't play dumb". Charles warned him after he saw Max was ready to straight up lie to them again. They waited patiently, and Max just looked around the room, feeling self-conscious. Their gazes were too intense and he couldn't take them.

"I've been feeling bad about myself". He whispered it, hoping that they wouldn't ask for him to repeat himself. They didn't.

"About your body?". Y/N placed a hand on his thigh as she asked the question, Max just nodded.

"But why? There's nothing wrong about you, Max". Charles made the comment so nonchalantly that Max almost laughed.

"Everything is wrong with my body!". He laughed bittersweetly as he said that, like he was amused by the fact that they didn't understand.

"Max, you're going to have to elaborate on that, because we can't see anything wrong with you". He could see that she was concerned, it wasn't just the tone of her voice, but also how hard she was pressing her hand against his tight.

"I'm ugly, so ugly. I don't even understand how you don't see it!". Charles was straight up horrified by the comment, Y/N kept a neutral face, she wanted to see where this was leading so she could fix it. "I'm fat and my face is not pretty or anything like that. Clothes don't fit me right and I look terrible in pictures".

"This stupid, you're saying stupid things". Charles couldn't believe what he was hearing and the string of French curses he let out after his comment just proved further that he was not agreeing with Max's perspective of himself. Y/N was more concerned about Max fat-shaming himself, as if gaining weight was something bad or even him getting fatter was true, considering he was a pretty fit guy. They had a long journey of self-love ahead.

"Charlie, you're not helping". She tried to calm him down, but Charles was angry.

"He's saying stupid stuff! How can he say that?!". Max stayed quiet. "Anyone would kill to be you, you're fucking perfect!".

"What?". That took Max by surprise. He had called them perfect for so much time that he felt the term foreign when it was directed towards himself.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Max". He turned to look at Y/N, she moved her hand from his leg to his face, running her thumb over his cheekbone. "We think you're amazing, perfect".

"But why? You're both so good-looking!". He couldn't believe it. "How could you think that of me looking like you guys do?"

"This is stupid". Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Looks like "stupid" is the word of the day". That made Max laugh softly, she smiled and shifted her position on the bed to sit on his lap. "I love your smile, I love it even more when it reaches your eyes because they look even better".

"You make it sound like he's doing it himself, it's easy for his eyes to look great when he has those eyes''. Charles was being actually useful with his angry comebacks.

"I also said that I love his smile".

"He has the whitest, most perfect teeth on Earth, you could turn off the lights and still find him if he smiles". Max smiled at that, looking at the frowning Charles that huffed and kept cursing in French. Y/N grabbed Max's face and made him look at her.

"We love you, Max. Not just the fact that you're an incredible person or a generational talent driving cars. I love looking at you and I love having sex with you". He blushed, she giggled. "I'm not sure where this idea of you being ugly came from, but I can assure you that you're extremely handsome and hot to me".

"Of course he is! Mon Dieu, thinking he's ugly... Simply stupid". (My God).

"He agrees". Max properly laughed this time. She kissed him, pressing herself against him to make him feel her heartbeat. They broke apart after a moment, both needing to breathe. "I know that getting those thoughts out of your head is not easy, but please, if you ever, ever think about yourself like that again, tell us. I promise you, we will prove you wrong".

"Really?".

"Yes, really. We love you, even when you talk stupid".

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borathae · 2 months

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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.

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anilovie · 4 months

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sry i know i literally just requested something like yesterday but doing mundane things with ani and him just being happy to be with u, like grocery shopping or he’d always pump your gas for you, or going with you when you get new makeup or clothes, just happy to hold the basket/push the cart for you <<<<33333

Just had to write some quick thoughts about holiday shopping with Anakin because eeeeekk christmas!! but i refer to it as the 'holidays' cause i know not everyone celebrates xmas! enjoy!!

WC: 1.1k

CW: none, just fluff <3

I’m just thinkin’ of a pretty winter day, there’s fresh snow on the ground and in the trees, the roads are icy, green garlands laced with pinecones and cranberries strewn over all the houses decked out in twinkly lights, and it just smells like the holidays in the air.

You have some last minute shopping to do, and you and Anakin are both free alllllll day.

He’s woken up early because a tuft of snow fell from the roof and thwacked against the window on the way down… you’re a heavy sleeper and it didn’t bother you, so he decides to slip out of bed quietly and take a quick shower, then start some coffee while he waits for you to wake up.

Soon you notice the sheets have grown cold, and you stretch across the bed with a yawn, gravitating toward the sputtering sound of the coffee maker in the kitchen.

His hair is still wet and messy from his shower, eyes a little bleary from sleep, and he’s got this pouty look on his face because he despises the cold – yet he still sleeps shirtless?

You’ll never understand it, but you meet him by the counter he’s leaning against, braced on his forearms as he yawns, and feel him jump a little as your hands wrap around him from behind and find his stomach.

You mutter your “good mornings” as he reaches overhead and grabs a couple of mugs, pouring the coffee into both and then sitting at the table, both trying not to fall asleep again before you can get out of the house.

It’s still early by the time you head out the door – bundled up in winter jackets and boots to brace the snow. Anakin goes all out, cause again, he doesn’t like the cold. He wears gloves and a hat, layers his hoodies and jacket, and immediately cranks the heat as soon as you get in the car.

He insists on driving everywhere, of course. He’s the “car guy”, plus the roads are icy and you trust him more than yourself with driving in these conditions.

The roads aren’t very busy yet, and he drives slowly while chatting with you. You insist on holiday music, cause its “festive”, and beg him to pull into a drivethrough even though you just had coffee.

You need the festive coffee, too.

Ofc he agrees, and then you’re arriving at the grocery store. You hold your coffee with both hands to warm them up, and Anakin follows you around, pushing the cart while you throw items in and tick them off the list.

Those little plastic vegetable bags?? You can never get the damn things open, so you always just hand them to him, wordlessly requesting his assistance.

He’s also good for reaching for the top shelves cause he’s much taller than you.

Sometimes you send him on little errands to get something you passed by accident, and when he comes back looking for you, his face always lights up cause he found you again.

Carries all the bags to the car, and then you’re off to do some more gift shopping at another plaza. The music gets turned up and you probably make most of the conversation, talking all excited, pointing out cute Christmas decorations on people’s lawns, and planning out loud where you want to go and what to get.

The shopping plazas are packed with last minute shoppers, of course. Thankfully, Anakin’s parking skills are unbeatable. His ability to squeeze into the tightest, parallel spaces amidst rushing traffic always amazes (and terrifies) you, but it’s very useful in instances like this.

Again, he insists on carrying the bags and holds whatever you need him to, helps deliberate between certain items if you’re not sure what to get. It doesn’t take very long – he’ll forever be grateful that you’re an efficient shopper.

He makes you hook your arm around his while walking outside cause he doesn’t want you to slip on any snow or ice between the shops. Plus… you’re warm, and he likes people knowing you’re together.

Once you’re all done, you’re escaping from the busy shops, insisting on driving home this time cause the roads aren’t so bad anymore. It’s afternoon now, and the sun is all golden and making the snow sparkle. Quiet music plays in the background, and the vents are blasting warm air, and soon, as expected, you see that Anakin’s fallen asleep in the seat next to you – arms crossed over his chest, head lolled onto his shoulder, cheeks all rosy from the cold.

He always falls asleep so fast when he’s not driving, specially right now when it’s so warm in the car and you have a knack for driving smoothly and unhurried.

You also just love that he trusts you enough to sleep in the car… usually he’s such a backseat driver with Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, but not with you.

When you finally get home, you turn the engine off and just look at Anakin for a minute, unable to fight the smile off your face. He looks so cute and peaceful… you don’t want to wake him up, but you can’t leave him in the car.

“Ani? Anakin – we’re home,” you rub his shoulder gently, voice a soft, sweet whisper. He stirrs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Sorry,” you wince.

He mutters, “‘ts okay,” and braces himself for the gust of cold as he opens the door.

You insist he just go inside and that you can get the bags, but of course he doesn’t let you do that.

Carries like 8 million things at once cause no way is he making more than one trip.

And once he’s dropped it all off on the counter, he asks if you want a fire started, which of course you do.

So he’s all sleepy as he takes all his layers off, then gets to work stacking logs in the fireplace while you unpack everything you bought.

Soon the fire’s going, warming up your living room, and you’ve got food heating up, and the soft christmas music from the car is now playing on your speaker because it’s festive.

And you’re just flitting around the room after you eat, fixing your decorations and absentmindedly cleaning things off, and Anakin’s just so sleepy and warm that he has to hook his arm around your waist and drag you onto the couch with him to get you to relax.

You put on a holiday movie – cause it’s festive – even though you both secretly hate them.

And… he’s fallen asleep again 💕

#ani is a summer boy at heart #which is why hes so sleepy in the winter #he hibernates #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader fluff #anakin x reader #anakin x reader fluff #anakin #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x reader fic #anakin x reader fic #fluffy anakin #anakin skywalker headcanons

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oharamwah · 9 months

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♡ଓ — 8° celcius : waking up with your husband on an extra chilly morning → 730

husband!miguel x fem!reader

contents : newly-ish wed!miguel being the sweetest most warm husband in the world, living together, implied that reader doesn’t speak spanish, fluuuuuffffff

p.s : 8°c is around 46° f soooo pretty cold

i’m writing this bc it’s freezing in my house

posted july 25th - to be edited !

waking up next to your partner is possibly one of the most intimate activities. knowing that your minds feel safe enough to fall asleep next to each other is the next best way of declaring your love.

you and miguel have lived in this house for no longer than a month. you two recently got married (and by recent i mean within the last 2 years) but living together has certainly shifted things a bit. ever since you moved in together, the privacy is actually existent, meaning you two have been taking advantage of the silence, that is the absence of his abuelita.

nights with miguel are lovely. you’ll be preparing dinner and he’ll have his hands placed gently on your waist, slightly hunching his back so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. he’ll be humming along to some songs you don’t understand, but he doesn’t mind — they’re all about love and he would be embarrassed if you knew.

then you two will eat and have endless conversations about god knows. nights are when miguel dedicates all his attention to you. he could listen to you for hours.

but mornings, they are so unappreciated.

something about the sun peeking through the blinds and shining right on your eyes, waking you up and facing you with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. the sun sits on his cheeks like layers of pure gold, his hair is unkept and falls on his eyelids. he has this solemn look when he sleeps, his eyebrows are knitted and his lips are slightly parted. you can hear his steady breath and soft snores. everything about waking up next to miguel is so perfect.

except for this morning.

this morning, you wake up in a dim room with goosebumps painting your body.

‘it’s cold as hell,’ you think to yourself, but all that comes out of your mouth is a soft grunt. ‘i must’ve forgot to turn on the heater.’

you raise your hand up to rub your eyes as you shift around under the covers, stretching and trying to get as cozy as possible. you look at the alarm clock on your bedside — 5:42 am. the sound of your movement wakes miguel and he heavily exhales. your gaze shifts over to him and you see his bare chest rise and fall slowly, his scarlet eyes slowly fluttering open. he looks like he had a bad sleep.

“it’s cold as hell.” he mutters, replicating your exact thoughts. he looks over at you, confused, as if you made the room this cold.

“good morning baby,” he continues, smiling a bit. “you cold too?” he brushes your cheek.

you smile to yourself. “no, miguel, that’s why i’ve created a burrito of myself with our blanket.” you kid. his smile is endearing, he looks at you with nothing but pure adoration.

you’re in a bit of a silly position. you’re practically wrapped like a newborn with only your head sticking out of the sheets, but miguel doesn’t mind. he still thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire universe.

“c’mere,” he says with a small gesture. he has one hand to rest his head on and the other is already gently tugging on you to come closer. you inch yourself into his hold. even in a thick blanket you can feel the warmth of his unclothed torso radiating through the fabric. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead once you’ve fully adjusted yourself.

“how do you sleep shirtless in the winter?” you implore.

miguel looks at you with one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. “are you suggesting i stop?” he laughs quietly. he’s teasing you.

“mmm.. not what i said.” you reply with a sheepish smile. his smile only mimics yours. he presses another soft kiss, this time on your temple.

you rest your head on his chest and he searches for your thigh in the cloud of blanket that it’s hiding in. he wraps his hand around the soft spot of your leg and uses his thumb to caress it.

you feel his chest rise again and he sighs, a gentle breeze on the top of your head. “i love you so much.” he says out of the blue. you look up at him, smiling softly. he’s already looking.

“what?” he asks.

“nothing, nothing,” you giggle, “i love you miguel.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fluff #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara i love you #miguel o’hara one shot #atsv x reader #atsv miguel #spiderman atsv

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yoomiomiki · 2 years

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Reacting when you don’t sleep with pants on

Suna , osamu , atsumu, sakusa, hirugami

Warning : sleeping with shirtless men ( I strongly believe all of them do not wear shirts so sleep too . Mention the word cooch in atsumu’s once

˚ · . Suna rintaro

Actually sweet about it , would offer his sweatpants , boxers or shorts . His fingers are always freezing cold for no reason , would purposely put them in between your thighs to “warm them up “ . Would rub his hands in your legs . Writes stuff on your legs and makes you decipher what he is writing . Most of the time he writes ‘your mum ‘ . But he’s warm , so if your feeling like a menace , place your cold toes onto his chest , I guarantee he would scream like a girl .

˚ · . Miya osamu

So unfazed about it . Also doesn’t wear pants . Wears boxers only , but during winter he would throw on a pair of sweats and make you wear his sweat shirt , so y’all are matching . Makes sure to tangle his legs with yours so you guys can be closer . But secretly . Your legs are just so soft he just wants to feel them . It’s a really nice contrast to his . Also rubs your legs a lot . If he’s bored he would try to see if you have leg hair and pluck them .

˚ · . Miya atsumu

He is such a little shit about it . Would not shut up about your legs . Keeps caressing them . Always thinks he is getting laid . Likes to squish your thighs , would press his body so close to yours , so you can always feel his pecs . Basically tires to seduce you . Always trails his hands up and down your thighs , tries to sneak his hand into your inner thighs and where your cooch is to try to get laid .But you just trap them between your thighs and only when he stops struggling to get them out of the vice grip your thighs have on his hands then he would pout . When he fails in seducing you he would get up and throw himself onto you .

˚ · . Sakusa kiyoomi

Literally so sweet #2 .would always first offer his clothes when it’s cold . Would draw random shapes on your thighs Talks to you about his or your day . Would get you really nice scented moisturisers to massage them on your legs even though they are already soft . Secretly he just wants to touch your legs and squish them . This is the best excuse , but he doesn’t know that you know that the reason why he buys so nicely scented moisturisers is because he wants to touch your legs . But is always a sweet heart about it .

˚ · . Hirugami sachiro

Little shit #2 but also really sweet about it #3 . Offers his clothes all the time too . But when you refuse he grins so wide and thinks he’s getting some that night , but no , you just have unique temperature regulation . Would just slap your legs a lot , and when you’ve have had enough , you just get up and straddle his abdomen and plop onto him . Would immediately hug your waist and kiss your hair . Loves to lie down on your bare thighs and have you play with his hair , he draws on your legs too like omi , would draw animals . Would talk to you about some stupid theory when you guys cuddle .

©yoomiomiki 2022

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canirove · 2 months

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In The Name of Love | Chapter 22

Author's note: Can you tell when I wrote this chapter? 🫣😂

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"Val, this just came in the mail for you."

"For me?" I say, looking at the big envelope Silvia is giving me.

"Yep. It's from your boyfriend."

"Oh, thank you" I say, opening it. "Oh my God."

"What… Valeria! Is that… is that him?"

"I think so."

"You think so? Val, you probably are the person who has seen adult Pedri naked the most! Apart from his teammates and himself, of course."

"All the moles are in the right places, so… yeah, it's him."

"Holy shit" Silvia laughs. "He didn't look like that when I saw him shirtless after your first night together."

"He did not, no" I say, looking at the magazine in my hands, a shirtless Pedri on the cover.

"Can I have a look?"

"Yeah, sure" I say, giving it to Silvia.

"Oh, it comes with a note. Happy early Christmas, Val. Hope you like my little present ;) I don't know if you like it, but I certainly do."

"Should I worry about my best friend thirsting over my boyfriend?"

"Nah. You two are too obsessed with each… Holy mother of Jesus, Valeria."

"Now what?" I laugh.

"Look. Look!" Silvia says, showing me one of the photos.

"He looks ridiculous."

"Ridi… what? He looks fucking hot, Val."

"And ridiculous. Who wears a beanie while shirtless?"

"He does. And he does it so well… I don't know if I'm gonna be able to look at him the same after this, Val. Holy shit."

"You already said that" I laugh again.

"You are such a lucky bitch…" she says while flicking through the magazine. "A fucking lucky bitch."

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

I think your early Christmas present has broken Silvia

What? 😂

Next time she sees you she may jump at you

Ok 😂😂

What about you? 😏

What about me?

Will you jump at me too?

Meh 🤷‍♀️

Seriously, Val? 🙄

You look ridiculous 😂

What? I look fucking hot!

Ridiculous. A beanie while shirtless? Who does that? 😂

I do. For you.

You love it when I wear one

Yeah, but when you also are wearing clothes

🙄

I thought that was going to be your favourite photo. Because besides the beanie, I'm also showing those things you love so much

Things? What things? 🤔

The ones on my hips that take you to your favourite place in my body 😏

🙄🙄🙄

They have your name 😏

What? 😂

They are a V shape… V for Valeria

🙄🙄🙄

🤗🤗🤗

I'll print that photo so you can have it on your bedside table and be the first thing you see every morning when you wake up and every night before going to sleep

No thank you

You prefer the real thing, I get it 😌

You'll have him soon 😏

Right now the real thing can stay in Valencia tbh

You are so mean, Val.

I give you a present and get naked thinking of you, and look at the way you treat me 😔

🤷‍♀️ How have your teammates treated you btw? I'm sure they are laughing in your face 😂

They are a bunch of jealous idiots 🙄

So they have made fun of you, haven't they? 😂

🙄

Poor Pepi 🥺

🖕🏻

Love you too 🤍 And speaking of teammates… Anything new about Ferran?

He still wants to leave during the winter transfer window

Really?

Yeah… And I get it.

He isn't playing, and his head not being where it should be isn't helping him.

I think being away even if it's just for 6 months will do him good.

Personally and for his career

Yeah, I guess…

It will, trust me

Wish I could be there to hug you right now tho 🥺

I can hug the magazine. Isn't that what you wanted? 🤗

🙄🙄

Instead of printing a photo you should get me a pillow with your face on it or something 😂

And what are you going to do with that pillow? 😏

Always thinking about the same 🙄

I'm horny, I haven't see you in a week

Then use your hand, Pedro

You do it better 😏

🙄

The moment we arrive from Valencia I'm driving to your place.

Tell Silvia to leave if she doesn't want to hear certain things

I don't think she'll mind if she gets to see you shirtless in the morning 😂

Like after our first night together?

That's what she said when she saw the photos. You've improved since that day

And not just physically, have I? 😏

🙄

I have and you know it.

And I will be showing you how much very soon 😏

If I let you in

You don't have to let me in for me to show you how good I am 😛😉

Jesus Christ, Pedro 🙄

Yep, that's what you will be saying 😏

🙄

Love you too, Val 🤍

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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dks-smut · 3 months

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&yet

Pairing: f!reader x rm!Sehun x Kyungsoo Rating: Mature Word Count: ~4100 Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Friends/Strangers to FWB (lovers soon?) Warnings: Teasing, drugs/alcohol (exposition mostly)

Plot: Sehun, your best friend and roommate, invites his new friend from work over, Kyungsoo, to help him through a rough breakup. As tensions build, the dynamic between you three takes a turn.

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You couldn’t sleep. You had to be up early in the morning for work yet all you could hear was your roommate’s groans and the whines of the cute girl he was fucking. The sounds grew louder as you hoped they would finish soon.

This was not the first time hearing your roommate, Sehun, have sex. It seemed like it was a new girl every other week. What did it matter? You didn’t care if he was getting his dick wet.

You had been friends since high school and started living together once you started going to the same college. Both of you have since dropped out due to meandering minds. But he went to study music and literature. Yes, you know, you told him that major was a dead end since the economy tanked the year you both graduated high school. Once he couldn’t find steady work to fund his education, he stopped attending classes.

You put school on hold after your best friend died in a car accident. It was winter, the roads were icy, you can guess the rest. But you’ve been seeing a therapist and have had more good days than bad.

But it’s nights like this that do not help your sanity: work in the morning, bills past due, still hungry; didn’t eat enough today. You turn over in your bed; earplugs do not help. You can hear the picture frames vibrating against your wall. I guess he’s really giving it to her tonight. It had been a couple of weeks since he had someone over.

It felt like you blinked and it was morning. As you rushed out the front door, you saw Sehun standing shirtless over the kitchen sink guzzling down orange juice from the carton.

“Thirsty?” You say to him, his back toward you.

He jolts and turns around. You can see your reflection in his brown eyes as he focuses on you. Then the muscles in his arms relax once he realizes who just sneaked up on him.

“I bought that! At least use a cup!” You raise your voice at him but then you start to giggle. He looks at you, confused, his eyes getting larger. He sets the carton down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He was about to speak but, in a flash, you closed the front door behind you.

What just happened? Why did I laugh? Why did I abruptly leave?

These and more questions continue to fog your mind as you walk to work. Not a place you wanted to be, but who really wants to be? The job you had at the cafe was more convenient than anything. Just two and half blocks from your apartment.

You were always the first to arrive at the shop even though you were not a manager and yet, you had a set of keys. Other people found you to be reliable, trustworthy, responsible. You did not feel like any of those things. You had just started getting better with medication, therapy, et cetera. You felt like anything but a responsible adult.

You open the shop and about 10 minutes later your coworker, Jules, shows up. You start the coffee and baking pastries. Most of your morning shift passes uneventfully. That is until Jules said something to you about being cranky and needing to get dicked down.

The thought of sex hadn’t really been in your mind until your coworker happened to insult you. Maybe it was true. You had dated only one person but that lasted about a month. You had started talking at this party on campus. You had common interests with plenty to talk about but he stopped replying to your texts after he sent, “I need to find time for me and with school and work, I won’t have time for you. Maybe in the future?” It was completely out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but think that you were the problem. After that, dating never really happened for you. In high school, all the guys were either immature or only wanted to fuck. To be honest, you weren’t the prettiest in the school but neither were they. Who gives a fuck about looks. You do not exist to be ogled.

And that’s how you’ve come to really ponder what Jules said to you. In earnest, you try not to mentally talk yourself out of this decision. Maybe your giggle fit in front of Sehun was hiding a deep need within you.

Your shift ended without incident, except for a few shitty and moronic customers, and now you walk home. You feel your phone buzz in your purse that hangs over your shoulder. You stop walking to fish around in your bag. Finally you feel your silicone hotdog phone case and bring it in front of your face. A text from Sehun. It reads, “Hey. Not closing tonight so I’ll be home. Just to let you know in case you had plans at home.”

“You don’t have a girl that needs fingering?” You typed out sarcastically.

“Ha. Ha. Is that all you think I do?” He replies, the letters that make up his words have a hint of hurt in them.

You continue walking as you send a final text to him, “No. I was hoping you’d fuck them too. It was a joke. Be home soon.”

You hope your reply would let Sehun know to quit taking everything so seriously. But maybe it was you who was irritable. And bitter. Can’t forget bitter. You feel your phone buzz again and only read it as you’re turning your key into the front door lock, knowing it was Sehun.

You push the door open while looking down at your phone. Sehun’s text read: “Maybe I can show you sometime *winky face*”

You feel blood rush to your head as you make eye contact with Sehun who is sitting on the couch watching a movie. He turns to pick up the remote to pause the movie. He turns back to look at you. You’re still standing there at the front door, which is still open. You notice your slack jaw when Sehun clears his throat to say,

“Hey! How was work? You okay?” He asks in a low voice which is usually caused when he gets high.

You close your mouth to swallow. You grab your keys from the lock in the front door and shut it. You throw your purse and keys onto a nearby table and slide your shoes off.

You finally reply to Sehun’s question, hoping he didn’t notice your expression as you walked in.

“Same shit, different day. You know.” you say as you walk into the kitchen to grab a beer.

You plop down onto the couch with a huff. You stretch your legs out and place them on the coffee table in front of you. You pass a beer to Sehun, and he laughs and says,

“Aww, thanks!” in a very cheery tone, which catches you by surprise. He reaches to grab the beer from you, an empty seat in between you two.

Okay. I get it now. He is high. That explains that explicit text he sent to me. I really hope to fuck he did not see my face turn red while holding my phone.

You sigh and he reaches down to the coffee table to resume the movie he was watching before you came home.

“Yes! I love this one! And it just started!” You blurt out.

Sehun coughs and seems like he’s about to say something. You notice he just lit and hit a joint. He passes the joint to you and you lean closer to grab it. Your index finger touches his knuckles as you make the exchange. You quickly settle back to your space on the couch, hoping he didn’t see how awkward you felt, and you slowly drag on the joint.

Sehun looks over at you as you exhale smoke and start to cough a little. You take a swig of beer and as you are about to take another hit, you glance up and he is staring at you. You quickly dart your eyes from his to the TV screen and continue with your drag. You exhale again and begin to pass it back to Sehun. He grabs it from you, this time no little touches are exchanged.

You start to rise from the couch and Sehun asks, “Where are you going? I thought you liked this movie?”

“I do! I have to shower and change. I smell like rotten milk and tuna salad,” you say, walking away while untying your apron that was around your waist.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, chucking your apron near your purse, and you walked out of sight. You could hear Sehun mumble something and then laugh at something in the movie.

Once you hit your bedroom door, you slump your shoulders. You shut your door quietly and go to sit on your bed. You lean back on the bed with your feet on the floor. You look up at the ceiling fan and close your eyes.

The weed Sehun buys is always so strong. You feel like you could pass out right now. Your head starts to spin but you open your eyes. You finally pull yourself up off the bed to head into the bathroom.

Unfortunately, sharing a bathroom with a guy is the worst. You have made the best of it since moving in together almost two years ago. You don’t keep much in the bathroom just in case someone needs it. I am just the best roommate, right?

While showering, your buzz from the weed starts really kicking in. Starting to feel paranoid, you shower as quickly as possible. You swear you hear the bathroom door creak. The lock on the bathroom door has been hit or miss ever since you and Sehun threw a party a couple of months back. The landlord has been lax about getting it fixed. At any rate, the door could have creaked when the air conditioning turned on.

Back in your shower reverie, you begin to think that it was awfully coincidental that Sehun had just started that movie as you arrived home. It’s what friends do, right?

Dry, dressed, and still buzzed, you return to your space on the couch. Sehun was too busy texting on his phone to notice your return. As he finishes his text, he takes a cursory glance at you, then places his phone face down on the coffee table. He looks back over at you as he reaches for his beer. After swallowing a sip, he says to you, “What are your plans tonight? I never got a reply from my text.”

You slump down in your seat, trying hard to disappear. You fidget a bit before replying, “No, not tonight. You know me. I never have plans.”

“I didn’t want to assume, so I thought I’d ask,” Sehun says sincerely.

“Thanks. Really. So, where’s your booty call tonight?” You ask with your voice getting quieter as you reach the end of your question.

Just then, Sehun’s phone buzzes. He reaches and turns the phone face up. He looks contemplative as he types a reply. You really do not want to be nosy, but you felt like you had a close enough relationship with him, that you just had to ask,

“You okay? Even without drugs, I haven’t seen you look this glum”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just stuff. My friend is having a rough go of it.”

“Care to elaborate? You know, I am your friend, and have been for 5 years. I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I really need to sort this out on my own,” he says in a kind, yet serious manner.

“Well, the offer stands,” you say with a smile as you focus back onto the movie playing.

You start fidgeting with the drawstring on your sweatpants, trying hard to not make things even more awkward between you and Sehun. He seems to still be lost in thought which then makes you start wondering who he was texting and what could be going on. He knows he can confide in you or ask for your advice, he has in the past, not sure why he’s being evasive all of a sudden.

Okay, now the munchies have kicked in and you ask Sehun if he’d like a snack from the kitchen as you rise to your feet.

Sehun says, “Oh yeah! Those spicy crispy things you got from the Mexican bodega!” His eyes light up with excitement as you turn to walk to the kitchen.

You return to the couch and toss the bag over to him. He catches the bag with one hand and gives you a surprised look.

“Whoa there! I almost spilled my beer catching that!” Sehun blurts out and you give a half-hearted apology as you open up a packet of mixed nuts.

While piling some cashews in your mouth, Sehun looks over at you and says, “Hey, do you want to grab something to eat tonight? Maybe delivery? I hadn’t planned on what to eat and these snacks are already making me hungry for dinner.”

As you finish chewing you say, “Sure, delivery sounds fine. I’m sick of being around people after my 10 hour shift.”

“Yes, understood. Even me though?” Sehun says and he takes another swig of his beer.

The corners of your mouth slowly turn to a smile and you look at Sehun while your eyebrows go up. Still grinning, you say, “It’s different! You’re not people. You know what I mean. You’re you and I don’t mind being in the same space as you. It’s nice.”

Was this the weed talking or was I getting a buzz from the beer? Or both? Or was this something else entirely? Maybe Jules was right, I need to get laid.

You quickly look down at your now empty hands after having placed the bag of nuts on the table. Again, you fiddle with your drawstring pants not really knowing what to say or where to look even though one of your favorite movies is playing. You catch a quick glimpse of Sehun sitting to your right and the other end of the couch. He smoothly sweeps his fingers through his bangs and pulls them back showing off his forehead for a split second until his hair falls back into place. You snap your head forward to watch the movie and you see Sehun turn his head toward you in your periphery. You hope giving yourself whiplash wasn’t at all obvious to Sehun as he suddenly says, “I enjoy being with you as well.” You glance over toward him. You both lock eyes and time seems to crawl. The intensity is broken when Sehun then starts to make this noise he always makes when something is awkward. It sounds like a mix between a dying bird and a grunt.

“Sorry for getting sappy and introspective and shit. I’m kinda high, if you couldn’t tell,” you say and start loudly laughing.

Sehun sits upright on the couch, now aware of his shitty posture, and starts laughing along. “Nah, no way. Couldn’t tell at all.” Sehun says this and puts the bag next to his beer on the table. Your laughter dies down and the silence becomes deafening. The movie playing doesn’t seem to register in your ears.

He breaks your daydream with a question. “Any ideas for delivery? Pizza? Chinese?”

“Oh, either. Or Both. Really, order whatever and I’ll stuff my face,” you say dryly but in a sarcastic tone. Sehun chuckles at your answer and grabs his phone from the table and starts scrolling.

You glance over and see Sehun’s phone screen being reflected in his eyes. You think, wow his eyes are

“Okay, I ordered 2 pizzas and ramen. Sound good?” Sehun says as he completes the order and sets his phone down on the table again. You both stare blankly at the TV as Sehun then lights up another joint. He never smokes this much. What is going on with him? You want to ask again but don’t want to force him to say something he doesn’t feel comfortable saying.

You bend to move your legs to lay on the couch. Your feet take up the empty seat in between you and Sehun. He glances over towards you and back to the TV. He has his elbow propped on the armrest of the couch with his head in his palm. You pipe up after noticing he’s beginning to shrink into himself, “Hey, you really okay? You feeling alright? You never order pizza unless you’re stressed.”

He sighs, “I am…please don’t get upset. I invited my friend over for dinner tonight. I don’t want him to be alone. This girl he was seeing dumped him…and—,” you cut him off, “You don’t have to explain. I’m not upset. You’re a good friend.”

He sits up and turns his chest toward you, “Really, it’s okay?”

You smile, “Honestly. I’ll just eat fast and make myself scarce.”

“You really don’t have to. I think being around people will take his mind off of her. Please stay? We can watch something funny, get high, and sink into the couch,” he begs and leans toward the table to take a swig from his beer bottle.

“Sure. I will,” you start to sit up, leaning against the pillows pressed haphazardly along the back of the couch. He looks over at your sudden weight shift.

“Who is he? What’s his name,” you ask Sehun, trying not to sound completely clueless when he arrived.

“He works in the kitchen at the restaurant. His name’s Kyungsoo. He’s hilarious, but may seem serious at first. Also, he’s been quite depressed. So try not to be super self deprecating tonight,” he says and begins to chuckle.

“I’m not that bad, am I?” You ask rhetorically, a huge smile across your face, not taking his words too seriously.

There’s a lull in the conversation, as he grabs the remote, scrolling through streaming services, looking for a movie to put on once the food and Kyungsoo arrives.

You suddenly feel the blood rush to your face and your heart beating through your chest. It’s not like you were scared of men, quite the opposite. It was just a change of routine. You like predictability, schedules, and the mundanity that comes with a quiet, simple life. That, and meeting new people, even if he is Sehun’s friend, still makes you nervous and self conscious.

You have to understand that you’ve never crossed “that line” in your friendship. You’ve been wasted together, around other people and alone. It’s been the same, no weirdness. Just flirty jokes here and there and accidental physical contact. You’ve sometimes wanted a hug, just to feel safe, during a difficult time in your life. But you’ve never wanted to jeopardize your relationship with Sehun—strictly friends. Just then the doorbell rings.

Sehun didn’t seem to hear it, and so you stood to answer the door. As you turn and pull the knob, you see a meek yet serious person standing in front of you. He stands half a foot taller than you, with big round eyes, dark brown. He’s wearing black track pants with a large olive green sweatshirt that hangs from his broad shoulders. And lastly, a beanie topping his head, covering his forehead yet showing his thick eyebrows.

You’re frozen, trying not to make it obvious that you’re gawking at the stranger standing in your doorway. You snap yourself out of it, bowing your head toward him, “Come in, please.” You clear your throat and as you’re about to close the door once Kyungsoo walks through the threshold, another person is seen walking up to your door.

You immediately greet the deliverer, smiling, “Thank you. Have a good night.” You grab the pizza boxes, balancing them on your palm, grabbing the bag that contained the ramen. You push the door closed with your foot and walk into the kitchen shouting, “Guys! Perfect timing!” You hear a deep voice in the living room ask, “Can I help you with that?” He walks behind you grabbing the pizza boxes with both his hands, unburdening you. He introduces himself and you reciprocate.

After the greeting, you yell toward the living room, trying to get Sehun up off the couch. “Just a minute! I was adding some cool stuff to our favorites! Coming!” He yells back. Then, you hear his excited feet shuffling into the kitchen. Kyungsoo’s face is elated, eyes disappearing behind his smile. You notice a smirk, but just barely. His full lips spread across his face. He looks down at the table quickly, hiding his reaction.

You all crowd around the table which was filled edge to edge with food, plates, and drinks. There’s hardly any talking as you’re all enjoying the meal, except for an occasional ‘mmmm’ or ‘this is so good,” but not much else. Sehun begins to groan, rubbing his stomach, eyebrows furrowed, “Damn, I’m stuffed. I can’t. I’m done.” You start to lose it and laugh at Sehun being dramatically full, leaning back in his chair. You nod your head in agreement, “Yes, who wants to go out for a smoke?” Kyungsoo nods and stands up immediately lowering his gaze. What a sight. His deep brown eyes are mesmerizing.

Shit, Sehun opted not to join you two, instead choosing to pour himself a stiff drink. He heads to the kitchen as Kyungsoo follows behind you to the tiny balcony. It hardly holds a small potted plant and a chair. You press yourself against the railing, giving Kyungsoo enough space. He slides the glass door closed. It was gentle and quiet, in stark contrast to Sehun’s, which was loud and rough. You are able to feel it through the wood floors in your living room. If you couldn’t tell, it’s annoying. In all honesty, you don’t think Sehun realizes it’s that loud as he slams it closed.

You’re standing shoulder to shoulder. You both pull out your respective cigarette packs, lighting up, and puffing. You place your foot up on the lower railing, resting your elbows on the top railing. Kyungsoo has one hand in his pocket, the other pulling the cigarette from his lips to exhale smoke down toward his chest, some escaping his nostrils simultaneously. He flicks his cigarette ash off the side of the balcony, dragging once again. You’re seeing all of this from the corner of your eye. It’s difficult to see even that, but god his he so fucking attractive.

Heat begins to flow to your cheeks again. You immediately feel hot in the frosty night. You turn your neck in his direction in an attempt to break the ice, “Sorry, I’m kinda uncomfortable around people I’ve just met.” He nods in agreement, “I get it. I’m the same way. Plus, I’m going through a breakup, in case Sehun didn’t already run his big mouth.”

“Sorry. Yeah, I’ve heard. But that’s all. Just a breakup,” you say innocently. You stub your cigarette out and slide the door back open. Kyungsoo follows you, turning to close the door. You take your cardigan off and make yourself comfortable on the couch next to Sehun. Kyungsoo sits on your left, Sehun to your right. You all begin to swap stories and laugh together, thanks to the sticky weed.

Sehun puts a movie on and the laughter grows. Joyful noises and jokes echo throughout the living room. At one point, during a fit, you instinctively begin to slap your hand down on Sehun’s leg. Then it became Kyungsoo’s thigh. You lose your breath and begin to heavily draw air into your lungs, a snort emitting from your nose. This makes you laugh harder and the two guys begin to lose it. They’re clapping their hands, giving each other high fives, which causes you to lean back, since you’re in between them, avoiding collision with your face.

Giggles and throaty laughs continue until you fall asleep with your head resting on Sehun’s shoulder. His head is tilted and rests on the back of the couch, snoring. A loud noise from the movie must have awoken Sehun when he noticed you asleep against him. He carefully frees his arm that was trapped beneath you. He places your head on a pillow, trying hard not to wake you. Sehun then notices Kyungsoo also passed out, his head resting at the other end of the couch.

He shrugs and leaves you both there. He turns the TV off and heads of to his room, shutting off any lights on his way.

#exo smut #kyungsoo #kyungsoo smut #doh kyungsoo #kyungsoo exo #d.o exo #exo #sehun x reader #sehun smut #sehun fanfic #kyungsoo x reader #sehun #kyungsoo fanfic

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kokusfluffyhair · 10 months

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hi there! i stumbled on your blog and the kokushibo headcanons are cute lol. i was wondering what your thoughts are on a modern au? like his style, what his house/apartment would be like, what he’d do for work, that kinda thing. if you answered this before or if you’re not taking requests I’m so sorry, pls ignore! have a good rest of your day :)

Kokushibou Modern AU Headcanons

(I'm going to put him in his human form for this)

A little about him

+ His name is Tsugikuni Michikatsu, but Kokushibou is a nickname of his

+ He got the nickname from other members of a kendo club he participates in

+ Doing kendo is his main hobby and he sometimes enters competitions

+ He hasn't won a competition yet and has the habit of coming in second place

+ He grew up in a small town not far from Kyoto, but he lives in Tokyo now for work

+ He enjoys the options available in the city, but it can be too busy and crowded for him

+ He's a bit distanced from his family and doesn't visit them often

His job

+ He works as an editor for a publishing company

+ He doesn't mind his job and he makes pretty good money. But he does work overtime quite often

+ His least favourite part of his job is talking to people. He's glad that his job doesn't make him talk to the public (like he would if he worked at a shop or restaurant), but talking to clients or even his colleagues is exhausting and annoying to him

+ Once he reached a high enough position in the company, he stopped going to the 'mandatory' drinking sessions after work

+ His colleagues don't really like him for that, but now that he's in an editor position, there's not much they can do about it

+ His work is always very high quality

His apartment

+ He lives in a residential neighbourhood of Tokyo, just outside of the city centre

+ His apartment is a one-bedroom. It's in a modern building, but the design of the apartment is more traditional

+ He has a collection of calligraphy scrolls that he hangs on his walls

+ He has a single indoor plant by the main window

+ One of the things he invested in is his bathing area. It would look kind of like this, and he's very proud of it:

(photo from japan-guide.com)

+ He can sit in there for hours. He might have fallen asleep in that bathtub once and is lucky his head stayed out of the water

+ He's kind of obsessed with his heated toilet seat, and if you don't use a bidet (or bidet function), he thinks you are a barbarian

+ He likes to play quiet music at home and hums along often

+ The music he plays is either traditional music or vkei

+ Liking vkei is his guilty pleasure

His style

+ He wears a typical black or dark grey suit to work. He ties up his long hair in a man-bun

+ When not at work, he usually wears his hair in a high ponytail. When it's hot out, he wears it in a man-bun regardless of where he is

+ However, he wears it down when he sleeps, without exception

+ His non-work wear is casual, but sleek-looking

+ He pulls off a nice t-shirt with jeans or trousers very well

+ Sometimes he wears well-made, high-quality sweatpants (like the kind that don't really look like sweatpants but they are)

+ He doesn't like shopping, so he probably buys all his normal clothes at Uniqlo. He did, however, invest in better-quality suits for work

+ He wears the same pair of Adidas trainers that he's had for years and somehow they're still in very good condition

+ In the colder months, he half-buries his face in a scarf when he's outside

+ He has an excessive amount of socks for some reason

+ He wears jinbei as pyjamas most of the time, but will wear some thermal sweats during the winter

+ No matter how hot it is, he will not go shirtless, even if he's alone at home

His hygiene

+ He bathes daily in the evening, and it's a ritual for him

+ He's really into hair care for the obvious reason

+ He uses the &honey shampoo/hair care line

(picture from myjcos.com)

+ He also likes the smell of tea tree-scented soaps

+ His facial hair grows thicker on his chin and moustache area. He shaves every day, but there tends to be a bit of a shadow come the evening

+ For some reason, he has this obsession about grooming his eyebrows

+ He shaves his body hair

Other things about him

+ He doesn't like Apple products

+ He wears glasses for reading

+ He sneezes a lot (whether from allergies or from having a cold)

+ He likes to cook

+ Karaage is one of his favourite foods

+ He likes to play RPGs

+ He's not good with foreign languages

+ He's one of those people who needs to sleep with a blanket no matter how hot it is

+ He's a side-sleeper

+ He gets sweaty at the back of his neck and his forehead

+ He has some random freckles on his face that he covers with concealer

+ He's a loner, but wishes he had someone to spend his life with

+ He easily feels cold

+ He's depressed, but is in denial about it

+ He tends to fall asleep while a movie is playing

+ He loves to open his window on summer nights and watch the moon and stars

#kokushibo #kokushibou #kokushibo headcanons #kokushibou headcanons #kokushibo modern au #kokushibou modern au #kokushibo kny #kokushibou kny #kny modern au headcanons #kokushibo modern au headcanons #kokushibou modern au headcanons #demon slayer headcanons

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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omg I LOVED the kissing prompts, they’re so cute🥺 I saw “trailing kisses from your lover’s lips to their neck” and immediately thought of Marc idk why

AN | Marc is lovely but he’s also a tease. Enjoy! 🥰

Pairing | Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Slight language, almost spice but nothing explicit

Word Count | 1.2k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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You were pulled from your gentle slumber by the feeling of a strong arm wrapping around your waist. A small sound of content escaped your lips as you felt him bury his face into your back, his soft lips dragging kisses across your skin. You reached behind you, carding your hand through his dark curls, lightly scratching at his scalp.

"Marc," his name was a hushed whisper falling from your lips like golden honey, causing him to squeeze you more tightly, "its early. Go back to sleep, baby."

"Want you," his delicate breath tickled your neck and caused you to wiggle in his grasp as you just laughed. He groaned lightly as you rolled over so you were facing him, "hi."

"Hi," you reached over and gently touched his face, ghosting the tips of your fingers softly over his skin, "oh so very handsome, Marc Spector."

"What about you, gorgeous girl?" he took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together before kissing along your knuckles, "beautiful."

“Oh hush,” rolling your eyes, you pulled the warm blankets over your body before snuggling back against your pillow, “back to sleep for me. And you too, mister. It’s early and you need some rest.”

“Baby-”

“It can wait,” you’d already closed your eyes but there was still a smile tugging on the corners of your mouth, “don’t be so greedy.”

He grumbled lightly under his breath, causing you to giggle before he settled back down and wrapped an arm around your waist. Marc pulled you toward him, wanting to keep you as close as possible, even when sleeping. You wrapped your legs up in his, attempting to take all the warmth and heat he had; in the winter he and his always warm body definitely came in handy. Marc hissed lightly at the sensation of your cold feet against his, but made no effort to move.

“Good night, baby,” you whispered just before yawning and slowly nodding off, “I love you.”

His heart skipped a few beats; despite your openly warm and affectionate nature, he still had a hard time believing that you had ended up as his. It had been a long time since anyone gave him so much love and care that sometimes it proved to be overwhelming. But right now, it was the last thing he needed in order to finally fall into a restful sleep.

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The next time you woke up, the sun was shining and illuminating the bedroom with warm, golden daylight. You rolled and stretched your stiff arms and legs before reaching over for Marc. To your dismay you found that he was already gone, his side of the bed already cold. You huffed lightly before getting out from under the warm covers. You scooped his discarded shirt off the floor and tugged it over your head before padding out into the hallway. The first thing that hit you was the smell of delicious, freshly brewed coffee.

When you walked into the kitchen, you found him bent over and scouring the fridge. As silently as you could, you walked over to him and smacked his ass - how could you refuse when he was so tantalizingly bent over in front of you?

“Jesus - I - fuck,” he sighed deeply before standing up and turning around to find you grinning at him like a fool. He was still shirtless from the night before, left only in his boxers, almost every inch of his delicious golden skin bared to you, “I didn’t even hear you get up!”

“That’s because you’re not the only one that can be sneaky,” you leaned in and kissed him before he could argue, “how are you going to walk around looking like that and not expect me to take advantage? You’ve got a nicer ass than me…well most people.”

“Is that all you like me for?” there was a note of amusement in his voice as his hand settled on your hips and he quickly set you on the counter. You made a small sound of surprise as he stepped in between your legs, his gaze intently trained on you, “don’t get all quiet on me now. Very unlike you.”

“Maybe I’m trying very hard not to jump you here and now,” you bit your bottom lip before wrapping your arms around his neck, “good morning, handsome.”

“Good morning,” he leaned in so he could gently nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, “do you want to go out and get breakfast?”

“Yeah,” he could feel you smiling against his lips as he slid his warm hands under your - his - shirt, “Marc…”

“Yes, gorgeous girl?”

“Just kiss me already.”

“Greedy,” he teased, just as you had last night, “I thought that was supposed to be me.”

“Not always,” you grinned, “we’re a team, so we split everything so sometimes I can be greedy too. Besides, we have all day and nothing to do. So…”

“Sooo….” he kissed your cheeks and the tip of your nose before finally kissing your lips. He tasted sweet, just like the chocolatey creamer he liked, and easily gave into him and let him take control.

He kissed you until you were both breathless. When he pulled away for a moment you made a small sound of disappointment which caused him to laugh warmly. God, you loved that sound; so rich and deep, causing your butterflies to flutter all over your belly as you touched his cheek, tracing your fingers over the light stubble that he hadn’t shaved yet.

“More please,” you smiled innocently, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers to pull him closer, “pretty please.”

“How could I ever say no to you?” his voice was low and raspy in your ear as you wrapped your arms around him.

“You don’t, you -” he cut you off by kissing you again, his lips lingering against yours before he slowly, achingly slowly trailed them along your jaw and then down your neck. He made it a point to lightly nip and suck at the delicate skin, wanting to leave marks for you and everyone else to see. You were his as he was yours and neither of you had any shame in letting the world know that.

As soon as he heard that first little moan escape your lips, he stopped, only placing one last kiss to the hollow of your throat before stepping back completely.

“Marc!” your eyes snapped open and the first thing you saw was him watching you with a little smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head to the side as he raised an eyebrow, “you’re an asshole! A total tease.”

“A tease, huh?” he tugged on the hem of your shirt, “and just what are you? Coming in here wearing only those little panties and my shirt? Who's the real tease?”

“You, walking around in only your boxers,” you huffed, “are you really going to stop?”

“Like you said, we’ve got all day,” his grin was down right wolfish at this point and you simply sighed heavily, “I’ll make it worth your while, sweetheart.”

“Marc-”

“Let’s go and get some breakfast,” he was already walking out of the kitchen, “I’m starving!”

“Insufferable douche,” you slid off the counter and padded after him.

“What was that?” he turned around and waited for you to catch up.

“Nothing,” you lied, poking his side, “I said I love you.”

“Little liar,” he kissed the crown of your head, “the insufferable douche loves you too.”

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x fem!reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight #steven grant

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thewitcheress2389 · 2 years

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First off i love your Shy healer at Kear Morhen fics!

And i really like your writing so i was wounder if i can request; Sleepy Sex With dom!Geralt and fem!reader?

I dont have anything to add maybe reader ended up in geralts room cause of a nightmare, or just the night being cold and it gets real heated when he starts flerting with her to make her blush. ;)

May i request a praise kink, size kink, body worship?

If your uncomfortable with the kinks you dont have to do them and you can add some, those are just some off the top of my head

Thank you so much! I'm not the most comfortable at writing things like this, it’s not my style, but I can still try my best at it💖💖 Sorry if it sucks, spice is not easy for me to do, but I hope you like this regardless! Sorry if it’s not what you asked for

*Hints of Sexual Content”

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In the Mountains of Kaer Morhen

Things get a tad heated when you venture into Geralt’s room, and it’s all because Lambert forget to give you a stupid blanket.

Lambert isn’t the brightest man on the planet, but you’d think he’d be thoughtful enough to give a lady a blanket when she’s cold.

Oh wait. This is Lambert here.

It’s not that he isn’t thoughtful. It’s that he’s just an asshole. So, while you were freezing your ass off in your room, an idea came to your head. One that may not be so lady like, but it was better than hypothermia.

You decided to trek over to Geralt’s room.

You and the witcher have been intimate, so you weren’t worried about him finding this awkward. You were more worried about someone like Ciri or Vesemir finding out. Or even worse, Lambert or Coen.

His room would be what you expected out of a witcher. A bit of a mess due to it being the winter, but also rather tidy due to him hardly ever being in here except to sleep. Looking out at the moonlit sky, you saw snow. No wonder it was so cold.

“What are you doing at this hour, Y/N?” Geralt’s voice nearly gave you a heart attack as you weren’t expecting him to be awake.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked in a whisper.

“This may surprise you, but I’m a witcher. We tend to have highly developed senses.” Geralt said before sitting up in his bed, the glow of his eyes piercing through the darkness of the room.

You could’ve slapped yourself for your foolishness, but instead felt your entire face heat up.

He was shirtless.

“Did you hear me at all?” Geralt’s deep voice broke through your trance, and you met his eyes to see him smirking at you. He obviously caught your staring. You simply shook your head, and he chuckled. That deep chuckle of his that caused you to feel all warm.

“Was there a reason you tried to sneak in here?” He asked, and you swallowed before answering him.

“I-I just wanted to sleep with you...it’s cold, and Lambert didn’t give me a blanket...” You told him, recalling the time that you and Lambert were the last people awake, and he didn’t have the decency to offer you anything warm on this cold night. Well, you didn’t think to ask either, but that’s beside the point.

“Well, you know I always would enjoy that.” The witcher had a certain emotion behind his voice, but you couldn’t place it. All you did know was that you quickly scurried under the blankets with him before you could get any more flustered.

He was more than happy to pull you closer to him, which you didn’t mind. However, the feeling of his bare skin plus the warmth of his breath on your neck was going to drive you crazy. Still, you tried to get some sleep.

Little did you know, he was doing this on purpose.

However, while Geralt’s subtle touches didn’t go unnoticed by you, you didn’t mean to accidently brush your leg against his...you know where I’m going with this.

Well, you’ve awoken a beast.

Soon you were pinned beneath the witcher, sleep forgotten as you stared up into his cat-like eyes, glowing in the darkness. He leaned his face down closer to yours till you could feel his breath against your face.

“I can think of a million ways to warm you up...” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Then, Geralt proceeded to kiss you, but it didn’t stop at your lips. He went to your jawline, neck, and about everywhere that wasn’t restricted by your clothing.

You didn’t mind, having gone through this before with him. However, it never ceased to get you flustered. The witcher turned more into a wild animal when it came to sex.

“Then what are you waiting for...” You said through half-lidded eyes. That’s all you needed to say before Geralt began to undress you, cupping your breasts and so forth. You soon had your legs wrapped around his waist as you guys fooled around.

“You are a lovely woman...but I tell you that often. Let’s see how much of a good girl you’ll be tonight...” Geralt purred into your ear as you tugged on his pants. He wasted no time in actually starting the deed. Needless to say, witcher stamina was both a blessing and a curse.

You didn’t sleep much that night.

Also, got your revenge on Lambert. Those broken walls of Kaer Morhen don’t do much to block out noise, especially from a witcher’s ears.

#the witcher #witcher geralt #the witcher geralt #the witcher imagine #the witcher x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt imagine

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exsequar · 8 months

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August 18 is my birthday. I feel like I need to say something about this year of my life... and this is the closest I have to a blog. Pull up a chair.

Tonight I stood on the roof of my beautiful modern apartment building, in the most vivacious neighborhood of Seattle, gazing at the panoramic view of the downtown skyline, Space Needle, mountains and water and the rolling hills, all backlit by a softly electric sunset, listening to my gorgeous and sweet neighbor working shirtless on his bike behind me, and reflected on what a fucking year it's been.

Tomorrow I turn 36. One year ago, I thought I would never be happy again.

This 36th year of life, a perfect square as I am fond of pointing out, has been anything but perfect and certainly nothing so predictable as a square. But as I sprint across the finish line, proudly taking the trophy that declares I Survived Thirty-Six, I am deeply grateful for how this year has shaped me and set me on course for the life I want... for the first time ever.

One year ago, I was at the nadir of a monthslong spiral of anxiety and depression. The night of August 18, 2022, I did not sleep one wink, despite attempting many substance interventions, because my soul was so wrought with torment and guilt and fear. And this was a new experience for me; I had had low points before, but absolutely nothing even resembling this black hole that felt impossible to escape. I won't go into why, but suffice to say there was one new toxic ingredient in my life that had slowly devoured my happiness, my confidence, and my hope. I couldn't see a path out.

Then... slowly, then abruptly, things began to change.

In September, I decided to look for a new job, to change at least one variable and cut out some toxicity. With what felt like shocking speed, interview offers started coming in after just four taster applications. After a brief interview process, I was astonished to find myself in a new job much closer to home, joining a team that included one of my favorite past coworkers.

In October, I took a couple weeks off to try to gain my footing before starting my new job, and traveled home to see family. During these two weeks, I suddenly learned that my landlords were renovating my building and I was being kicked out from my apartment of four years (with 6 months to move out). I quickly recovered from my shock, went on one round of apartment visits in the coolest area in town right near my new office, fell in love with the third building I saw, and signed a lease within a week. Importantly, around the same time, a huge element of the toxic drain on my life became suddenly much, much better, which started to free me from that suffocating weight. Additionally, the relentless, deeply kind support of some close friends finally started to lift me out of the darkness. (You know who you are, I love you.)

On Halloween, 2022, I started my new job. I instantly hit it off with the other two women on my team. The third day, I tested positive for COVID - IN the office! No longer a COVID virgin, I slunk home to do my various new hire trainings in quarantine.

In November, I bought an e-bike to use for my new 1.5 mile commute. I immediately loved being back on two wheels and frequently commuted by bike even in the grey Seattle winter.

Two days before Christmas, 2022, I moved into my new apartment. I shed most of my furniture, many belongings, and started from a beautiful almost blank slate. My new place has the aforementioned roof with panoramic views, huge windows, and all kinds of amenities I didn't have before (a dishwasher!!!!!! laundry!!!!! being mid-thirties is losing your shit over in-unit laundry).

I traveled home for the holidays and had a wonderful break.

January 2023, I began preparing for the biggest fucking trip of my whole entire life. To ANTARCTICA. Yes, you heard that right. I began preparing for an EXPEDITION to ANTARCTICA. For FUN. I still can hardly believe it myself. My friend had invited me in Dec 2021 to join a trip to Antarctica in March 2022, but omicron kiboshed that, and I think the universe knew I needed this to happen in 2023. That I would be just emerging from The Great Dark, and what a better place to beckon me forward than the White Continent?

January, February, and March all felt like a frenzy of preparation. I continued to learn and grow more happy and confident at my new job, growing ever closer to mhy awesome little team, but all the while my mind was floating among the icebergs and penguins.

March. Two days before I was supposed to leave for Chile, the first part of my trip, I tested positive for COVID. IN MY OFFICE. AGAIN!!!

After a brief bout of despair, I ended up getting paxlovid, moving my flight back a week (for $1000 extra ;_;), and joining my friend and her mom in Argentina instead.

March 20, 2023, I set sail aboard the m/v Plancius for Antarctica. What followed was the most deeply spectacular, yet also the most deeply healing, two weeks of my life. I don't know how to summarize it. I felt true peace for the first time... certainly in a year, but in what felt like decades. Possibly forever. I was soul-happy. It's the only way I can describe it.

I landed back home on April 5.

On April 6, my company was hit by a massive cyber attack. Yay!!!!?

The next few months were a chaotic scramble of new experiences and creativity. But through it all, my team only grew closer, and the uncharted territory was in some ways an exciting challenge that only enhanced my sense of feeling alive.

The peace I felt in Antarctica came home with me and spread through my life in waves. I began doing things for joy, and getting my body out moving in the world. I had quickly fallen back in love with biking, so I started looking for groups to ride with and began joining free bike rides all over the county as often as I could. I met delightful people on every ride. I bought a second bike that would be zippier and easier to tote around. I bought a new car that would let me carry around this second bike more easily. I joined a summer rec soccer league, biking to a local field to play under the setting summer sun every Friday, and met some of the fabulous queer folks in my new neighborhood. I watched halftime drag shows on artificial turf. I started feeling physically healthier to match my sense of my soul healing. I laughed all the time.

August 18, 2023 starts in less than an hour. Today, the penultimate day of my 36th year, I worked and laughed with my team for the morning. I flirted with a darling guy in my building, who I have been lightly flirting with for months, for over an hour. I went to the farmers market outside our office and bought beautiful berries from the handsome farmer who loves his bees so much. I picked up an order of fantastic cookies, an early self-gift. I took my new car for a fun new type of car wash (the car sits still and the washing robot arms move around us??). I called my dad. My best friend of nearly 2 decades asked if she could call and we talked for over an hour. I went home to my kitties. I played Stardew Valley and listened to my favorite music. I finished a spectacular audiobook (Strong Female Character by Fern Brady, a memoir of growing up an autistic girl with no diagnosis, and getting diagnosed in middle age). I went to the store to pick up ingredients for my favorite birthday cake that my dad always made for me when I was a kid.

I climbed up to the roof, where my handsome neighbor was quietly and shirtlessly fixing his bike, and gazed out over the gorgeous deep red horizon.

I didn't quite cry. My eyes stung softly as I bit my lip and smiled. Yes. This is where I want to be.

And I can't wait to see what 37 - a prime number, harder to come by as we age - has in store.

#my posts #nightblogging #happy birthday to meee

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dxfiedfxte · 8 months

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Sleeping Meme (Repost do not reblog)

Type of bed: At his home, he has a king-sized bed because he likes to move around a lot when sleeping alone, to Minato, there's no better feeling than being able to roll around onto the other side of the bed, despite this, he doesn't really move around too much in bed unless he's feeling extra comfy.

Number of blankets: It depends on the season. In spring he uses two thin blankets, the top one being a little bit thicker. For summer, he uses the central AC he installed upon buying the house. Since it is nice and cool in the house, he usually opts for one thick comforter since his central air is very strong. Fall, he likes to keep his bedroom balcony screen door open all night so he can take in the cool fall breeze (Which he is very comfortable doing since his bedroom is on the fifth floor in his seven-story home, so he doesn't need to worry about stalker fan girls sneaking in, also the fence surrounding his home) so in turn, he uses a very thick comforter with a thinner bottom layer blanket. In Winter he turns his heat up and usually goes for a thin blanket. One that's thin enough to keep him cool, but also still keeps him warm.

Number of pillows: Minato has six pillows, four of them stay along the headboard, while the last one foes under the main pillow under his head to elevate him a bit. Because of his height now, he needs to have his head elevated a little just to sleep comfortably.

Type of clothing: Minato isn't too picky with what he wears to bed, but his choice of sleepwear usually consists of: A dark blue tank top and black loose-fitting pajama pants, a midnight blue t-shirt, and black shorts. Some days, if he's feeling too lazy, he'll just throw on a pair of pajama pants and sleep shirtless.

Does it matter where they sleep?: Kind of but not really. For the most part, if he's tired or comfortable enough, he can fall asleep pretty easily. Although the hotels he stays at do play a big part in that as well. While Minato isn't really concerned about staying at flashy and fancy four-star hotels, he at least wants the hotel to be good quality, with top-tier housekeeping and hospitality.

What do they do when they can't fall asleep?: If there is ever a night that Minato for some reason, cannot sleep, he'll kill some time by either:

Play a video game on his Switch or 3DS XL (He's always torn between a horror game or an RPG)

Post a random tweet on t.witter asking which of his fans across the world are up, or just make a random shower thoughts type of post out of amusement and observe how his fans react.

Look over his collection of haunted and supposedly cursed artifacts and items and take count.

Dig through his horror movie collection and struggle to choose between a slasher flick or a paranormal-themed flick for an hour or two

Have some herbal tea to try and invoke sleep, but ends up munching on cookies, thus failing his attempt to become tired by having sugar

Read a horror book in the dark, under a single reading lamp

Hunt for ghosts in his own home until boredom or sleep hits

If all else fails, he'll lie down in the dark playing soft and sleep-inducing music until he eventually crashes out.

Frequent dreams, and/or nightmares: Minato's dreams stem from very weird and bizarrely random(A good example of this: Minato once dreamt of entering a land of gummy bears and proceeded to eat them, they even encouraged him) All the way to serious or fun. Though he's no stranger to bad nights of his own. Sometimes, he does have nightmares about his parent's deaths, but only during the month it happened ( I can't remember if there was a canon month given, but I'll assume September for now) There have also been a few instances where Minato has had reoccurring nightmares of something for a week due to coming in contact with some very malicious entities that curse his dreams for a limited time.

Deep slumber or naps?: Minato can do both, though it all depends on what he's doing at the moment. If he's still tired, his best chances of a nap would be on the train if it's a ride longer than five hours, on his private plane, or if he's being carpooled/escorted. If Minato is driving though, he always makes sure he's well energized since he doesn't want to risk falling asleep at the wheel. In terms of deep sleep, Minato tends to do that on Sundays since those are well renowned for being a lazy day.

When do they sleep?: When he goes to sleep, depends entirely on his work schedule. Almost every day, Minato works until very late at night and into the early morning, the times he sleeps vary between 4 to 6 am on a work day. But if it's a day off, it's usually either 1 or 2 am.

What could wake them up?: Lots of things, the most common being: His alarm clock, or the one on his phone, the bits of sunlight that poke into his room (Which is why he has blackout curtains in his bedroom), and Takashi who has literally dragged him out of bed a few times on a Sunday whenever he's had the odd career related thing to do, be it a guest appearance on a show, podcast or an interview.

Above all though, Minato would like to be woken up by his significant other over everything else, he's used to the normal ways of waking up, so being woken up gently by his lover is what he would prefer, especially compared to Takashi ripping the blanket off of him.

Tagged by: the amazing @more-than-a-princess (Thank you ^_^)

Tagging: @tacitusauxilium @mirrorsoftheotherself (Rei :3) @epitomees (Chie?) @oraclememehacker @chibitantei @hxpelessnurse @memoriamexarca (Minako) @unladielike

#headcanons #//Thanks for the tag this really was fun to do #//SO many times Takashi has had to pull this blueberry out of bed on Sundays #//Primarily why he's taken every Sunday off indefinitely so he can enjoy the luxury of sleeping in Takashi-free #//Its all fun and games until a demonic subjects you to nightmares for a week #//Also Minato takes enjoyment in weirding his fans out with shower thoughts #//He makes sure to make up the most profound-sounding shit to post about.. and then sits back and watches the tweets and retweets come in x

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lilysunarchive · 1 year

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first round of shuffle units is complete! because i actually don’t have a life, i wrote an entire essay on my thoughts about each one. warning: i really did just ramble on and on. keep in mind that this is just my opinion, i’m probably objectively wrong in all honesty. i think that overall every single one of the shuffle units were a lot of fun and i hope we get more of them in the future!

AtoZ: song is a 10/10 banger, it’s probably still my favorite of the shuffle unit songs. all the members of the unit are so much fun and bounce off well with each other. if i had one complaint it’s that the outfit doesn’t speak to me very much.

XXVeil: song is absolutely delightful to listen to, probably the third or fourth best. i think the concept is fun, i think that each member selected was a perfect choice. very solid all around.

Branco: song is definitely an acquired taste. i’m still flip-flopping on whether i really enjoy it or whether i find it grating and i think that tends to be the norm -- opinions on it get split down the middle. i think the concept is 100% perfect though, the winter frost fairies look is adorable on all four of these little guys.

Ring.a.Bell: i’m so sorry but i sleep through this song every time. it’s definitely not my usual cup of tea (i actually don’t know why this song doesn’t speak to me, all the boys have such lovely voices). the same goes for the concept, even though i usually enjoy the bride aesthetic. i just think the outfits are a little too plain for a whole bridal theme. i would love to see happyele try the bridal theme again with slightly more creative/elaborate outfits.

Moonlight Disco: i know that’s not their unit name, it’s just always what i think of when this shuffle unit is mentioned. the song is iconic, i think just about everyone agrees. it is a lot of fun and each member of this unit is absolutely perfect, i would never want to switch them out for anyone else. i think that the shuffle theme is a *ton* of fun and not something i would expect from enstars, i really hope we get more unique concepts in the future.

La Mort: song is a complete banger, i had it in my head for a solid week. each member of the unit is absolutely perfect, i couldn’t see any of them being removed from this shuffle. i also adore the concept, i love that there’s an extra bit of lore layered on top of our usual enstars lore, like a little bit of extra whipped cream on top.

Puffy Bunny: oh i don’t know where to start with this one. i think that song is very interesting but it’s not something i would ever put into a playlist or listen to outside of the game. i think that boys in the unit are all very good vocalists but the song is definitely not to my taste. the concept is also not to my taste although they’re starting to convince me that hiiro and mika could pull off just about any look they’re given.

Butou-Kai: according to the wiki, this is the shuffle name but my deepest apologies if i got it wrong i’m actually illiterate. i think that the song is pretty good, like very solid everyone has nice vocals. unfortunately this is just one of those concepts that would never, ever speak to me. i’m very very asexual i see one of these boys shirtless and my first instinct is you’re gonna get cold sweetie.

Blend+: i’m still sort of unsure about blend+ for a couple of different reasons. i think that the song is an absolute delight. it’s not the catchiest of the shuffle unit songs or the most creative but it’s still such a joy to listen to. i think that concept is adorable and cute and it suits a lot of the members really well (like koga?? what a surprise). i don’t know if it’s the other shuffle units coloring my opinion, but i think this shuffle might have been just too safe? there’s nothing bad about it, it’s just not as creative as some of the others we’ve gotten (no hate, it’s still so cute)

Flambé: there are so many things to say about flambé. i had a meltdown the day the concept was announced and then another one when the song was released, they’re both so good. the song is probably my second favorite of them all (might change the more i listen to it) and it has my absolute favorite concept. punk rock train conductors is just such an out there aesthetic but it really, really works.

if you held me at gunpoint and asked me to pick my three favorites, it’d probably be flambé, la mort, and xxveil (it hurts my soul not to put atoz as one of my top three). i just love the creativity, the concept, the song. all three of them are so good!

i really hope that we get more really cool and creative shuffle events in the future, the first round definitely had some surprises. if you made it all the way to the bottom of my feature length dissertation hi! have a good day!

#enstars #ensemble stars

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yama951 · 2 years

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Snowpoint Settlement, Alabaster Icelands, Hisui Region, 1804 AC

Calaba knew the signs well. One didn't reach her age without experiencing at least one supernatural occurrence. The way Warden Ingo's eyes glowed in the dark, how the whites of his eyes glowed a soft blue when he was certain of the truth from time to time, the way he was just warm enough even when traversing the Alabaster Icelands at night in his tattered coat.

It was something the elders of the clan experienced once before and kept the knowledge to those who should be made aware of it, like Irida and some Wardens. Not Gaeric, and not Ingo. Lian would be told once he was older.

Calaba rested on Ingo's back as they headed back. The man had disassociated. She feared she broke the taboo when it came to someone like him, waking a dreaming god, but she knew that a god kept asleep for too long would cause more harm than good. Ingo was with them for a few years now, a lot longer than Gaeric's cold resilient father, he stayed for barely a year, but a god has their responsibility to the world to play. Much more important things to do than to play human in their long and deep sleep.

Ingo was silent when the linking cord her granddaughter made rang out. The whites of his eyes became a solid blue as he silently picked her up and automatically carried her all the way to the Snowpoint settlement without much of a word.

“I apologize for the deception, holy one.” She began on their trip. “But surely you must know you can't stay asleep forever.” silence was the reply. She sighed.

“This is a story that happened many years ago, forty years or so if my memory hasn’t failed me. You see, Lord Avalugg entered hibernation for the cold winter months. One year, he went to sleep a little too early, practically near the end of summer. We worried that he became ill or if age was coming to him early, or perhaps he simply wanted a nap after a hard year’s work, no one but Lord Avalugg knew the reason why. Then one autumn night, a sudden freak snowstorm struck. It lasted for an hour or two but when it ended, Lugvic appeared. He was like you in a way. Lost and no idea where he was. He couldn’t remember his name until a week among the Pearl Clan. Oh he was such a strong and handsome man with his icy blue hair and thick beard, that tanned brown skin, and those piercing yellow eyes. He quickly integrated into the clan as if he was born into it. He fell in love and married during the winter solstice. It was a happy life.” she gave a soft smile at the memories of the wedding. She then frowned as she continued.

“But I noticed strange things about him. I am a married woman and all but I was also one of the clan’s healers. I was the one who helped heal him up at the beginning. Lugvic’s skin remained cold to the touch no matter how hot the inside of the yurt could get. The most blatant of his strangeness was how he went around shirtless in the middle of winter as if it was a warm summer’s day. Those who noticed his oddness, mostly the elders, assumed he was some male froslass taking human form to live a happy life and it was better to stay quiet about it, lest sorrow and anguish struck the happy couple. They were deeply and truly in love. She was Lord Avalugg’s previous warden, before she stepped down due to her age, though I won’t leave my wardenship by something as silly as age. They were already planning on having a large family.”

She then sighed for a moment, her breath becoming visible as their surroundings slowly shifted into the Alabaster Icelands’ wintry embrace.

“Lord Avalugg stayed asleep at the start of spring, which was unusual for him. Lugvic helped as much as he could, even pulling the plow all by himself, but without Lord Avalugg’s strength, there would be less fields plowed and thus less food grown to keep starvation at bay in the coming winter. We asked a wise man from holy Michina for guidance and he, through a ritual, found that Lord Avalugg had entered a deep, deep sleep, a sleep so deep that their soul left their body and wandered out. We thought that Lord Avalugg had followed his ancestors, becoming one with the ice, but the wise man said that he was still alive, simply asleep, and that there was a way to awaken a sleeping god. I was then given the task by the wise man in private. To weave the colored strands into a braided rope with a bell on each end, the linking cord. The colors had to match the body and the spirit, to strengthen the bond between them enough to bring the spirit back into their body. So many colors, and even with the wise man’s allowance in making multiple cords, to make one that would awaken Lord Avalugg from his deep slumber was beyond me. But then, Almighty Sinnoh helped me one night. It was late at night as I was weaving another cord, the stress of multiple failures were getting to me. I had three strands that represented Lord Avalugg, one for the glacial ice, one for the rocky skin, and one for the sharp eyes. My thoughts then came to Lugvic, and thinking it would be another failure, I grabbed the threads that matched his hair, his skin, and his eyes. I wove them into a cord and attached a bell on each end. I then presented it to the wise man for another attempt at the ritual.”

Tears began to fall.

“It worked. With the ringing of the bell, Lord Avalugg was groused from his slumber, still asleep but his body was calling for his spirit to return, to awaken once more. We celebrated that night but I kept my eyes at Lugvic. He was sorrowful then. I think he knew what happened, that he became aware of his true status, that he became lucid. He promised her that should they have a son, she would name him Gaeric. My younger sister kept that promise. We partied until a freak snowstorm struck. Everyone fled back into the yurts, all but one. A young girl was lost in the sudden snow, screaming for help, and Lugvic ran out despite my sister’s plea. Before they parted, he hugged her tightly, kissed her a silent farewell, and promised that he would never forget her. He then ran off into the snowstorm. And once we lost sight of him in the snow, the snowstorm ended as suddenly as it appeared. The girl was found, safe and sound, with a familiar braided cord on her wrist, the ringing of the bells helped in finding her before the hyperthermia became serious. Lugvic, on the other hand, vanished just as he appeared. My sister was inconsolable for weeks. Until the tell-tale sign of pregnancy made her focus on the last reminder of Lugvic she had left.”

She then wiped away the tears before they could freeze.

“Gaeric was born a healthy baby boy, with some of his father’s features, especially the tolerance for the cold. One day, when I was alone before Lord Avalugg, I asked him if he remembered being Lugvic, of the love he shared with my sister, of all the plans and promises made that winter. Confusion was the only reply. As if he were nothing but a dream, Lord Avalugg recalled nothing of being Lugvic and even saw young Gaeric as nothing more than another child of the Pearl Clan, to play and entertain like all the other children. It was then I decided, for my sister’s sake. Let the elders whisper amongst themselves of Lugvic being a male froslass, this was a secret I would keep to my grave. My sister convinced herself that her love died saving the young girl. His body fell into the icy water and was swept away. Not realizing that Lugvic the man was the dream of Lord Avalugg himself. His promise to her was broken the moment he woke up, and yet she served him as his warden faithfully until she became too old to travel and had to step down. Only for Lord Avalugg to choose Gaeric as his next warden. And still I kept myself quiet.”

A sigh as the Snowpoint settlement became visible in the distance.

“I know you’re judging me with those blue eyes of yours, holy one. That my silence of Gaeric’s true heritage, the silence of the clan, is something that disgusts you. Do you think I should tell my sister and nephew the truth? That Lugvic, the man my sister loved so dearly that she never married again, was nothing more than a dream of Lord Avalugg? That Gaeric has the blood of a noble pokemon through his veins and that he serves his father without him knowing about it? That they were quickly forgotten despite Lugvic’s promise? Let them have that perfect ideal of him. That he was a strong and brave man who gave his life to save a child in need. That he was human even with all his quirks. That he was someone who was meant to be remembered, even if he was nothing more than a dream. That he was as real as anyone else. That he left his mark on the Pearl Clan. That he left a legacy through his son. That Lugvic the man would live on even if he was born of lies.”

The tears flowed out once more, only for a warm hearthfire touch to wipe them away and Ingo’s glowing blue eyes staring at her silently.

“For that’s what dreams are, isn’t it? Not real, not true, nothing but lies.”

A dream is not a Truth. But it can be a Truth made real. What is a lie, an Ideal, but a Truth yet to be made true?

Ingo seemed to speak through her mind, shocking her at the awesome and awful power, at the terrific and terrible strength, at the horrific and horrible Will.

Tell me, young Warden Calaba, are you dreaming right now?

The bells of Ingo’s linking cord, silent despite the shaking of his movements throughout the whole trip, rang out like a loud and sudden slam.

And Warden Calaba shot up from her bed with a sudden inhaling gasp.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she looked around. She was in her yurt back in the Snowpoint settlement, yet the moment between being brought to bed and being on Warden Ingo’s back some distance away was blank. As if something was Proclaimed to be true and so it was.

The door then opened as Gaeric entered the yurt. Shirtless as he usually went.

“Ah, auntie! You’re up! We were so worried about you! Warden Ingo carried you all the way from the mirelands. Mother thought your heart gave out from your duties.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m the older sister, she doesn’t need to baby me like I’m some wrinkly infant.”

Gaeric laughed at that.

“At least you’re feeling well then.” he said as he went to pour some water for her.

“Tell me, Gaeric.” she began. “Warden Ingo’s eyes, what color were they again?”

“Huh? They’re silver.”

“Were they silver when we arrived?”

“What sort of question is that? They were always silver. Sure they glow in the dark but I find that neat.”

Calaba snorted at that as she took a sip of water.

“Warden Ingo told us you ended up drinking a bit, hence why he had to carry you all the way from the Diamond Clan.” he said as she stared at her reflection in the ceramic cup.

“Warden Calaba?”

“I heard you the first time, no need to repeat yourself. So, where did Warden Ingo go? I doubt he would stay here for too long, what with that ruined coat of his.”

Gaeric laughed. It was a familiar laugh.

“Of course, he went back to the Coronet Highlands after he dropped you off. Still in his usual daze though.”

“Must have been a deep slumber…” she muttered much to Gaeric’s confusion.

“What was that?”

“Nothing but some elder nonsense you shouldn’t worry about. Now go, I’ll let my sister do the nagging. Aren’t you going to climb on Lord Avalugg’s back for a clean up or something?”

Gaeric laughed at that.

“No, no, just an early morning jog and swim before I begin my daily duties to Lord Avalugg.”

“Well, go jog around then. I’m perfectly capable of eating by myself.”

With a grin and a short respectful bow, her nephew ran out to jog shirtless in the snow and soon swim in the half frozen river.

She stayed silent at how much like Lugvic he was, not wanting him to disappear like a dream if she spoke out.

She would take the truth down to her grave, even if it gave that slumbering god their displeasure at her. Better the idealistic dream than the cynical truth.

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