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onegianthotmess · 1 month

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When It’s Theo’s Birthday…

feat. Theo, Vincent, Jane (OC) & Amelia

WARNING: SPICE TOWARDS THE END WITH THEO AND JANE!!!

Amelia: Happy birthday, Bubba!

Amelia: *hugs Theo to where he can’t breathe*

Theo: *strained voice* Let go of me so I can breathe, dammit!

Amelia: Fine, you big baby. *lets go of Theo*

Vincent: Did I hear a rib crack?

Amelia: I didn’t hear anything. Theo, do you feel like your ribs are cracked?

Theo: No, I just felt like I couldn’t breathe!

Amelia: You’re a damn vampire! And breathing is overrated! Just ask people who force children to work in coal mines. (This is a joke, people. I do not condone nor endorse child labor and am thankful laws are in place to prevent any form of child labor)

Theo: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Vincent: LANGUAGE, THEODORUS! LANGUAGE!

Theo: *sheepishly looks at the ground* Het spijt me, Broer.

Vincent: It’s alright, just don’t do it again.

Amelia: I’m now scared, but I’ll just cut to the chase and say that Theo, your birthday gift from me this year is my assistance in helping Jane with her gift to you and the location of this new animal shelter that opened up in town that has a lot of puppies at the moment. *hands Theo a piece of paper with the shelter’s address written in green crayon*

Theo: Why is it green?

Amelia: Do you know what a crayon is?

Theo: The hell is a crayon?

Amelia: It’s one of the things that kids from my time use to color and draw pictures.

Vincent: You have art supplies in your room?

Amelia: It’s just an old pack of crayons I forgot I had with me when I first came here. I can show them to you if you’d like.

Vincent: Oh, before you do!

Vincent: *turns to Theo* I’m sorry, Broer, but I haven’t quite finished your birthday present yet, but I promise to get it to you in a week or so at the latest!

Theo: That’s alright, Broer. I’m going to try and find where Jane scampered off to.

Amelia: Oh, right! She wanted me to tell you to meet her outside the dining room, Theo! Have fun!

Theo: Alright then…

~ Outside the Dining Hall~

Jane: Oh, Theo, there you are!

Theo: Hey, Hondje. Amelia tells me you got a present for me.

Jane: Oh, I do! *takes Theo’s hand* Come! Come in here!

Theo: *looks at the table* Pancakes?

Jane: Yes! Pancakes! Amelia taught me a few things and I’ve been working on a new recipe for months!

Theo: Really, now? Well, don’t I just have the sweetest little hondje all for myself? What did I do to deserve such a sweet girl?

Jane: You just had to be your lovely self, of course, dear!

Theo: *rare soft smile* You really are an angel, you know? Thank you for all of the effort you put into this one small thing.

Jane: Why wouldn’t I celebrate the day the love of my life was born? Now sit and try the pancakes before they get cold!

Theo: *sits down and tries the syrup soaked pancakes*

Jane: Well?

Theo: *sets down the silverware in his hands*

Jane: Theo, love? Are you alright? Were they really that bad?

Theo: *quickly pulls Jane into his lap*

Jane: OH-!

Theo: *kisses Jane’s cheek* Those are the best damn pancakes I’ve ever tasted in my life.

Jane: You like them?

Theo: I love them. And I think you deserve to have some since you worked so hard on them.

Jane: But, love, they’re yours and-

Theo: Yes, the pancakes are mine, but that means I can do whatever I want with them. If I want to share them with you, I’m going to share them with you, Hondje. And since you have no say in the matter, all you’re going to do is sit there and bark once for yes as I feed you. Am I clear?

Jane: Yes, my love.

Theo: That’s my good girl. *holds up forkful of pancake* Now, open.

Jane: Ahhhhh…

Pancakes: *gets devoured in fluffy goodness in ten minutes*

Jane: Yummy…

Theo: They were very good. Thank you, honey.

Jane: You’re very welcome, dearest.

Theo: *stands up while holding Jane bridal style* Well, since we’ve had a bit of an early dinner, I say we go up to the bedroom and have an early dessert with a side of my favorite collar and leash on you. What do you say to that, Hondje?

Jane: *blushes like a tomato* I-It’s your birthday. You ca-can do as you p-please.

Theo: Thank you, I intend to.

Jane: Ha-Happy birthday, Theo.

Theo: Thank you, Hondje. And I think I have to remind you that it’s “Master” to you tonight, don’t I?

Jane: *nods sheepishly*

Theo: Well, maybe if you’re especially good and learn your lesson quickly, I might just give you a treat for being such a good girl…

Jane: Th-Thank you, Ma-Master.

Theo: *smirks* No, thank you for letting me take advantages of the privileges I’m given from by birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THEO!!!

🥳🥳🥳

(I hope you all enjoyed the spice between Theo and Jane! I’m sorry for how long the angst to fluff fic is taking, but I promise it is gonna worth the wait!!!)

#happy birthday to our resident pet play freak!!!#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp theo

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old-poptart · 1 year

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birthday fic for @under-the-cherrytree !!

personal a/n: HOLA MI VIDA!!!!!! happy birthday!!! i hope your special day is full of blessings and hope and that you receive all that you deserve!! you are one of the most special and sweet people i have known and i feel honored just getting to talk to you!! it honestly feels like we've known each other for years now HWUHAUAHAHHA but hopefully we shall grow together as time passes! you deserve the world! may you wish many many MANY more!! MUAH I LOVE YOU 🫶🏼

warnings: none

pairing: wally darling x personalized reader

"a special day"

"are you readyyy~?" you heard wally's alluring voice ring in your ears. ten minutes ago, you were just on a small picnic with Mr. Darling himself. he prepared everything for you! a nice filling lunch, yummy drinks, sweet snacks, and dessert of course! and just for the birthday girl, he got you mint chip ice cream! how sweet of him~

the entire day, you two have been stuck together like glue. he took you to paint outside with him, apple picking, the picnic, what more could you want from this sweetie! something was missing though, the rest of the neighborhood. they were apparently super busy today. sally with rehearsals, barnaby practicing his tricks, howdy restocking the stolen apples, julie and frank inventing new games, poppy baking, so much to do!

wanting to yank off the blindfold that was doing it's job of blinding you, you impatiently blurted out "yes!! what's even going on anyways?" a quick sound of scattering and shuffling footsteps and familiar voices whispering "hurry! they're here! no not there-!!" filled you with curiosity. you couldn't take it any longer!!! the elvis like puppet gently removed your blindfold, revealing your vision to the world again.

"wait what's happening??" you stared blankly at the empty area you were facing, a chuckle escaping wally's mouth. "not there, angel! turn around" his voice got smaller as if it went further away, little did you know he was getting into position.

once you did as told, your face was written with pure shock and excitement. "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!" all of your friends yelled out, colorful confetti canons being blasted. my gosh, the effort put into all of this! the banners, the decorations, the lights, music, balloons, ribbons, it's perfect! no wonder why they were so 'busy', and that's why he was with you all day long! from dusk till dawn he was by your side to keep the surprise from being spoiled.

"oh my goodness!! thank you so much you guys!!" your cheeks filled up with warmth as you smiled from ear to ear, taking in all of this wonderful scenery. wally walked up to you with a present, it was nicely wrapped with light pink wrapping paper and green ribbon with red hearts doodled all over the box.

"i think you should open this one first, it's from me" he looked at you softly, then looking away after realizing how embarrassed he felt. accepting his gift and a thank you, you opened the gift. you couldn't believe what was its contents.

inside the box were three things; a mini photo album of the memories with all your friends but mostly you and him with the cover saying 'A + W ' inside a heart, a cute gold necklace with a bell as the charm, and a letter. opening the letter, you were absorbed with what contained it. his love for you poured itself all over the paper and to be honest, a feeble paper wasn't enough to confess his immense love for you, so he used two.

the sweet note ended in the most important question, "will you be mine on this special day?". no hesitation was included in your words and gestures, you immediately tackled him onto the ground and repeatedly replying with "yes!!! yess!!!!", kisses accompanying your words.

hugging you back, he pulled you up with the most beautiful smile he has ever smiled. "may i have the honors, angel darling~?" he held up the necklace to put around your neck.

"of course, sweetheart" you smiled, he was so special.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND HAVE A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMOSAAAA!!!!!!

-ooga :D

#wally darling #wally x you #welcome home #oh my heart #birthday #yay!!!

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honeybeefae · 2 years

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hey lovely, it’s me @acourtofmh again… 😊 I just wanted to say that I am LOVING your kinktober fics!! you are absolutely killing it and I can’t imagine the effort/time you are putting into this endeavor 🤯 I just wanted to pop in and tell you that your batboys fic sneak peak has me soooo excited… I am an actual slut for anything batboys (more like I want to be their slut), so yeah… your girl is foaming at the mouth for this fic 🫠

however, no matter how needy I am for your glorious writing, I want you to know that no matter what you put out tonight (you said you have rewritten this a few times… which I have done for my fics lol) I will LOVE it regardless. my philosophy is that my fics are for fun. idk if that’s your philosophy, but I could rewrite any of my fics countless different ways and never be 100% satisfied… you know? so I understand this struggle. don’t overwork yourself or overthink your work. I know that is harder done than said, but, seriously, I don’t know you, but I am so proud. I am a BIG BIG BIG fan and I just want the best for you.

So, after you finish your fic (and it’s okay if you don’t), please take some time for yourself, take a nice long shower or make some yummy tea because you deserve it 😇

much loveeeee 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Listen, I cannot put into words how much this meant to me. I’m currently sitting in my bathtub, with a bath bomb I’ve been waiting to use, and a cup of hot coco because of you.

Whenever you, or anyone else, sends me messages about my writing and how much they enjoy it, it feels so surreal. I’m just a 24 year old girl with a passion for it (and hot fae let’s be honest) and it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. Like from the very bottom of my heart I appreciate all of it.

I also appreciate it coming from another amazing writer! You understand the struggle, the self doubt, all of it! I also say my writing is for fun but I put so much pressure on myself, partly because that’s the kind of person I am but also because I don’t want to let any of you down. I write for YOU guys, I love being able to interact with you and create things for you that everyone can enjoy. So I put so much pressure to make sure it meets my (impossible tbh) standards.

(You saying your proud of me is like a punch in the gut in a good way. I didn’t get told that a lot as a kid so hearing that makes me so happy, ily)

I hope you have an amazing day or night, love. Your words hit deep and I feel a lot better about myself and my writing and I can’t thank you enough. I love you.

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princynic · 11 months

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hey dude uh, sorry if this is a bit sudden but i found an unlisted dp video and i feel like you might be interested?? https://youtu.be/lMLUf3e0mOs ← here it is. sorry if you've already seen it or something but i just felt like sharing this since you (like me) seem interested in old dp stuff (as per your yt playlists). also sorry for "anon-ing" this i just didn't wanna confuse my non dp/aop oomfs/moots if they happened to stumble upon this LOLLL... anyways yeah that's kinda it, have a nice day :)

i will tell stories about you. i will be 30-something years old and my nieces will be in their teen years and i'll be saying,

"so you know that one interest i had? that one big one i used to have, HOOOO boy well first let me tell you about tumblr, it's this little social media site thingy, yeah? and they have an ASK BOX and this ask box, people can send you stuff anonymously if you let them, and this... this KIND SOUL came to my ask box. not to ask anything, no, but to give me... KNOWLEDGE. knowledge i had not yet unlocked about my interest. now i know what you're thinking..."

'auntcle nic!!! you used to talk about how you knew EVERYTHING about this interest!!! no one knew more than you!!!'

"that's right. but you know what beats me? time. i actually hopped onto that interest very late, MANY people predated me. i predate many people myself. but there were years before me then, and there were things i could've never known. this slipped my mind really, i stopped focusing on what's beyond in front of me after a while, even dropping the whole interest with great effort. you know how it goes... but this person came to me in my ask box. like parting the clouds, they- they sought into my BRAIN and found something i didn't know i was missing. and they gave it. canary birds must've played trumpets that day, a red carpet must've rolled out for them once they sent me that message. i didn't have to fight for it. didn't have to seek it out myself. not when i didn't know it existed."

"... what was the video? oh, nothing, nothing... nothing important... just another nugget to add to my memory of a time that was."

...

"okay fine it was a video of them eating habanero peppers BUT IT'S MORE THAN THAT IT'S THE IDEA OF THE THING THAT I NOW HAVE IT'S THE- THE WHOLE FACT IT EXISTS IT'S LIKE-"

and then they'll try to derail me to get me away from infodumping.

thank you again. no matter how distant i may grow from dp-verse things i will Always stim-out over some things to archive. you are so cool. do something nice for yourself today. like eat something yummy. also remember to drink water. i hope you receive a nice gift sometime soon. i hope your bed is comfortable to sleep in tonight. i hope you dream of a paradise filled with your favorite animal. i hope you wake up happy and ready to take on the day. u deserve it.

#nics sillies #nics interests

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cheridraws · 1 year

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the world you've built so far sounds fascinating! sounds like a killer fantasy novel! and the bit with Phil being responsible for Lasair being around yet Patrick feels the need to sacrifice himself in the process of defeating Lasair- that's some juicy conflict right there waiting to happen. also i would like to know more about Lasair and that design!

Eeee thank you anon!!

And yes yes!! Lasair’s plan could not have happened without the help from both the boys,,, so the conflict that happens between them stemming from both their guilts is 👌👌👌 so so yummy. They’re both equally responsible for this mess!! Phil knows he’s responsible for the release of it into this world, but chooses to blame Patrick because if he acknowledges his own crime, then that makes him partially-responsible for Patrick’s insistence on sacrifice,,, they’re both so fucked up I love them <3

And LASAIR,,, my beloved

So, for some context: Lasair is what is referred to as a Spirit in their world, which is a being created out of a massive event in history. The life spirit was created by creation, the death spirit was created by the first death (a little songbird, hence its title the Songbird), and et cetera. Lasair happened to be formed out of a human-started fire that burned down the entirety of an island (the world is basically a bunch of islands connected via ports and ships. Lasair was created by the destruction of one of the bigger ones)

Due to this, Lasair is basically a living flame. It was corrupted by the hatred that caused its fire, though, so it views the world as a place of corruption, fear, hatred, et cetera and wants to purify it. Uh. Purify as in destroy all of it. Oops. The issue is that the other spirits kinda hate this idea, and managed to lock it up via ritual with the help of some humans (one of which happens to be granted immortality as a gift,,, and is helpful to the plot later on,,, and makes me want to cry)

Phil just happens to uh. release Lasair several centuries later not knowing what it was. in his defense tho it did trick him….. Like, if god came out of the sky and said he was going to give me college money as long as i helped him out, I’d probably do it too

ANYWAYS, Lasair’s power is limited, so it knows it needs the help of humans to achieve what it wants; it’s not nearly as strong as the other spirits (it’s fairly new), and it’s flame can only reach so far. It needs to make other humans do it’s work (which is also proving it’s point abt humanity. That they’re irredeemable and prone to destroying themselves. But also like,, Las is purposely surrounding itself w the worst of humanity and helping feed its already traumatized and broken followers this idea that humans are terrible and don’t deserve life, worsening their own issues, so them and It are only ever seeing the worst,,, and not the beauty,,, sobs)(also also Patrick being apart of this cycle of hatred and eventually ESCAPING. And then slowly looking into the world around him and realizing it can be beautiful. URGH). Anyways, to get humans, Las figures that it needs to *appear* human in order to gain their trust and loyalty

You know how how you can burn sand into glass? That’s essentially what it does. It wears faces of glass/porcelain that it can mold very quickly, and the same with limbs and it’s body. When it wants to change, it lets these pieces shatter, then reconstructs it’s features, like glass blowing,,,, it’s kind of hard to explain, haha. Spirits aren’t supposed to appear human, though, hence the oddness of Lasair’s attempt. Its facial expressions are caused by the glass reheating and shifting, and its mouth never moves due to the effort that would take, so it just opens it to signal its speaking,,, that sort of thing.

This faux skin is also very warm to the touch since underneath it there is literal fire. Also, it never has managed to form hair; it just lets flames take the shape of that. Since creating large amounts of this glass-like body is difficult to maintain, it usually only forms a face and arm, then lets its cloak hide the rest

(This is also to show why Pat, whose own hair is the color of Lasair’s flames, shaves his head immediately upon leaving and covers up the rest with a hat. He’s ashamed of sharing that color with it).

Lasair is an interesting concept to me though,,, its worldview and Pat’s attempt to change that view in the end. The way it takes broken ppl and convinces them that the world is nothing but suffering, so why save it… and then how willingly Pat went along with this mess, even being the one to help Lasair create this empire, before escaping that mess and learning how to love life again,,, OUGH it makes me so so unwell!!! I rlly need to draw Lasair at some point…

Anyways, thanks for the ask anon!! <33 I love getting to talk abt my lads haha

#ask me anything #oc stuff #SCREAMS #I LOVE talking abt this stuff hehe!!!!#can you tell I’ve poured alot of love into these lads <3333 #((and a lot of angst agsjshs))#thanks for letting me ramble!!!#I hope lasairs description makes sense ashdjsh it’s kind of an odd concept but one I thought was pretty cool

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what-if-nct · 2 months

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hellooo today's reminder is it's my sister's birthday so i made a lemon cake and lemon curd and I'll decorate it all cute tomorrow when she gets back and then I'll go for a walk with my boyfriend (some additional context for that: we live super far apart which means meeting in person is a fair amount of effort and tomorrow he'll spend three hours in the metro because i said i wanted to go on a walk with him have i mentioned i love him) and pretend the weekend will last forever

Hiii, Aw firstly happy birthday to your sister, and that sounds sooooo good. I just know it will be so yummy. And oh my god that's literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Like he's willing to take 3 hours out of his day to travel to you because you wanted to go on a walk with him. I'm gonna cry that's so sweet. I love that for you so much you deserve all of that care and attentiveness. I hope you enjoyed your walk with him.

Oh i recently changed phones there's an issue with my phone number so while that's getting fixed I've been fixing my Spotify playlists I deleted them all except for my emo playlist. And i have three playlists that are the girlies (Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana, Melanie Martinez), the girlies #2 (Megan,Doja, Cardi), the girlies #3 (Taylor Swift & Lana Del Rey), The boys (Skz, Nct, Chase Atlantic) and then Country. And that was the best decision cause I had a playlist with everyone together and that was the most chaotic thing but now the vibes are nice and cohesive. Also any playlist Lana, Taylor and Doja are in they over power it. I was adding whole albums to Taylana's and I held back with Doja's so she doesn't over power the rap girlies.

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gavinsmg24 · 9 months

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My poor babygirl. I hope you know that in all my worry and posts and prys for love n silly I’m never upset or mad. Or pushing. I’m still just leaving you things for when you come back. And I know you’ve been having a rough time. It makes me smile that you think of me even when you can’t be here. That’s sweet hehe. But don’t let it get you too down! I’ll still be here. Promise! 🙈

I hope you can get settled soon. I want my poor baby to be Able to take a long sleep. A hot bath and a yummy meal. Id prepare it all if I could!

Princess. Like. I’m so proud. I never knew how things would turn out. And I’m not happy that this is how it turned out. But I’m only glad that once the situation became bad or too much you found a way away. Moving in with steff. Makes me smile. I feel like she’ll be good. Or at least a neutral roommate. I’m happy you got all your stuff moved or what you could anyway. Gosh doing so much stuff in such short time. Grr. God he’s such a jerk. I know the stuff he’s possessing probably isn’t even his

That doorknob part made me smile. Like. It makes me happy you did something to get at him. Go my H! 🥳

It sounds like you’ve been busy. Which I figured since you’ve been gone and also like. You said that lost time hehe. I’m just. So proud princess. I know you probably feel exhausted and annoyed and maybe getting to a dark place but. Hey! I’m here! And you’re making me proud! You’re efforts aren’t unseen! And I hope here soon you give yourself some absolute lounge time! Of course doing things makes you happy too but! On an off day. Sweats n baggy shirt. Make some breaky. Watch some shows and snack. Hit the bong. Play some games. Maybe go on a drive. Watch a movie take a nap. Eat out! Idk! Just! You deserve to fill all the fun meters back up! I wish I could spoil you rotten. I’d take you to dinner and do everything I just said with you. Massages too to ease the soreness

I’ve been good! Just been working and hanging with the bois as usual. Idk what I’ve done or what I’ve said. The fights I know I said and you responded to that. Made me smile that you enjoyed my emotions 🙈 hehe

Anyways. I might have said but I applied to culvers. I’ve applied to a variety of jobs. Mainly ones close just so I could pick up some hours. Idk if you’ve been there or know what that is. I’ve been there like once and don’t even know the food so. We’ll see. I have a 2nd interview Friday. Just a part time job to make extra money

Ummm. Starfield came out on game pass. A new Bethesda game. It’s basically skyrim in space. Pretty neat. Id play it for you or watch you play :+)

And finally! It makes me smile and I know that Im silly and say things like I wonder if you think of me. And it’s selfish but also when I say it I dont mean it over everything else like. You know that but. Of course id rather you not think about me at all and be able to focus on you so you can get to a less stressful state. Mwah. I’m here and thinking of you but don’t worry about me as much. I’ll be here. And I’ll be okay :0) honk! Eskimo kiss

You’re sweet! But thank you🙈 and again. Don’t be sorry! And I’m happy to be able to give you any kind of support. I do support and love you and I will always acknowledge your efforts and existence. What you do isn’t for nothing or no one. Even if it’s silly. I’m rooting for you. And I’m proud when you do your best and succeed 💜🧡

You couldn’t be more real in my eyes. I wish you could be even more real in front of me hehe 😖

Eee you reposted my post 🤭 I thought the same thing!! Which makes me smile bcuz I thought it was silly. I saw it and I literally was like. Oh my gosh. That’s her. That’s me. And 🥺 she’s hugging my face :,+) I need u 🙈 sorry! Ah! Rawr!

Anyways. Finally responding. It sounds like your still busy. So please. Take your time. I’ll be here whenever you have time or want to be here. Much love. Take care of yourself! remember. WWJD

What would J do! Mwah mwah mwah (head, eskimo, kiss)

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strangelysamantha · 3 years

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crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills.

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

my masterlist

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him, especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away.

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks.

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer.

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?”

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

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tetsunormous · 3 years

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Kiss me

pairing: Sakusa x gn!reader

warnings: (18+) suggestive content, spit kink, choking and swearing

A/N: Ahem...omi omi is yummy yummy

It’s not uncommon to find Kiyoomi standing at your door after a long day of practice. In fact, he insists on waiting for you to let him in if he knows you’re home because he believes it’s the respectful thing to do, even if you did gift him a key. However, what is uncommon is watching Kiyoomi barge into your home, leaving his gym bag, shoes, and jacket on the floor as he marches down the hall towards you.

His eyes are dark and focused on one thing-- you. You are all that he can think about. Your welcoming eyes, your soft touches, your huggable curves, all of it makes him ache for you. Ripping his mask off, he scoops you up in his arms and hugs you as close to his body as he physically can. Even then, it feels like it’s not enough. He needs more of you.

You know that look. Your boyfriend had a hard day, and now all he can think about is how he makes you squirm under him. Something happened to annoy him, and all he can see is you and your pretty face when he crowds you between his arms.

It doesn’t happen often, but every time he comes home with the ravenous look in his eyes, your heart begins to hammer against your chest, and the familiar feeling in your panties starts to swirl. Then, as if he can read your mind, his previously tightened jaw relaxes to form a smirk as he takes the last step to close the gap between you two, “I’m home, pretty baby. You look excited.”

Before you can speak, his massive hands reach behind your thighs to effortlessly lift you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while he makes his way to your bedroom. Kiyoomi gently tosses you on your bed before climbing on, his knees easily finding themselves on either side of your plushy thighs. “Can I take this off?” he asks as he tugs on the worn-in material of your pyjama top, his eyes already zoning on the tiny strip of bare skin right above your bottoms.

Responding with a nod, Kiyoomi wastes no time getting you out of your shirt, his calloused hands immediately roaming over your naked body. His touch is hot against your skin, the years of volleyball making the pads of his fingertips feel rough against your soft curves despite his efforts to moisturize.

The faint smell of citrus lingers in the air as he leans down to eagerly kiss you, his lips moving in sync with yours before pulling away, his teeth grazing your bottom lip with a light tug.

“I love you; you know that?”

“Of course I do. I love you too, Omi.”

“Promise?” he whispers, a cute smile painted on his face as he gathers both of your wrists in his, gently lifting them above your head and securing them with one hand.

“Promise,” you say with a matching smile on your face. Your face is growing warm at the sudden vulnerability of your position.

“Good, cause I think you might think I’m mean in a few minutes.”

His head dips down again to capture your lips with his, a pleased hum rumbling in his throat as you part your lips for him. Your tongues swirl longingly as if you've been starved of each other’s touch. And with your arms still pinned, you feel Kiyoomi’s hand reach up to stroke your cheek as you pull away for a breather.

His fingers trace down your jaw until his thumb drags across your bottom lip, “open up for me.”

As you go to open your mouth, you watch as his spit slowly drips from his mouth into yours. The warm saliva is coating your tongue as you swallow his mouthful with a smile on your face. Then leaning down to press another peck to your lips, his hand moves down to caress your neck, “fuck, you look good.”

His fingers stretch around your throat with ease as his fingertips begin to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, the growing strength he’s using starting to make you feel light-headed.

“I think I deserve a kiss then.”

A small smirk resurfaces on Kiyoomi’s face, and he chuckles, leaning down till he’s only a few inches away from your face. His pupils are dilating as he stares at you, his fingers squeezing a little bit harder now. “Go on then. Kiss me.”

With your arms pinned and the grip around your throat, there’s no way you can lift yourself high enough to reach his lips. Despite this, you try to lift your head in order to meet him, only for the distance between you to stay the same.

“What? You don’t want to kiss me anymore?”

“Omi, I can’t,” you reply with hints of annoyance, knowing it’ll only provoke him further.

“Mmmm, that's too bad, pretty baby. Guess you’ll just have to wait till I decide you deserve another kiss.”

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dreamrecorder · 3 years

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Two - Family in the Inn

Witnessing your first five years of life, Xiao concludes that you are a keenly perceptive child.

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Notes: Lookie~ a part two!! If you read Playing with the Wind, then you know who Brother Wind is ;) i will add the cut thingy tomorrow ksks

At the dead of the night, whispers float here and there with words that no mortal can hear and understand. They were faint, yet there was a thrill of excitement in these words. And just like the excitement the words carry, the winds pick up in a gentle and playful breeze.

To any mortal, all they would hear will be the rush of air that rustles the leaves and branches. However, there is a certain lad who hears them all. He hears the glee in these whispers tossed back and forth among the winds. He hears the wind spirits and he listens with a strum of his lyre.

Brother Wind! A child! A child!

We see a child, Brother Wind! We see a child!

A child under our brother, Demon Wind's Golden Wing!

We hear a sibling! A sibling!

Brother Wind! Do we have a new kin?

Ah, these spirits, always excited at the prospect of a new sibling. But the lad can't blame his kin for the wind spirits are always playful and innocent by nature.

Witnessing your first five years of life, Xiao concludes that you are a keenly perceptive child. He does this conclusion during a quiet night at the balcony of their home, Wangshu Inn.

Every night was a simple routine- wherein Xiao would carry you in his arms and sing a lullaby to lull you asleep. After which he would tuck you into your waiting bed, then he would go out to protect Liyue again. But for tonight, that simple routine was broken down by cheerful whispers of the wind.

Usually, Xiao would ignore these, knowing that these spirits wanted to simply mess and play with him. And usually the result would be the said spirits pestering him even more until Xiao just gives up and vanishes without a trace.

When the breeze picked up and the first wave of whispers came, what Xiao didn't expect was you to bolt right away from his hold and chase these spirits around shouting, "Wind spirits! Wind Spirits! Gēgē, can you see them?!"

At your gleeful eyes, the gentle breeze picked up in a brief moment of rush as it whispers,

They see us! They hear us!

Do you want to play with us, Little Wind?

Brother Demon Wind, can we play with Little Wind?

Of course, seeing the joy in your eyes, Xiao can't help but allow play time with a soft smile. Yet, he does not fail to remind you of your bedtime, "An hour, alright? Then you have to go to bed."

At his words, you beamed at him. Your little legs ran and with tiny arms, you hugged his legs. Looking up you exclaimed, "Thank you, gēgē!"

Ah but before you can run back to the winds, Xiao gently tugged your arm and grabbed your attention.

"Name?"

"Yes, gēgē?"

For a brief moment, Xiao carefully thought through his words. Your spiritual awareness... was quite alarming for him. "How did you know these are wind spirits?"

You hummed a bit as your body swayed in thought. "I don't know! But they feel like I played with them a lot of times before! Like-! Um, like..."

Then you're back to humming as you look for words with your brother patiently waiting.

"Aha! Like how you would play with me with your anemo!! Can I play with them now, gēgē?"

Another smile and another yes, you were now free to play with the wind!!

Play with us! Play with us, Little Wind! Thank you brother Demon Wind!

From that, Xiao concludes that you are a perceptive child. No mortal can even sense the most simplest of spirits, yet you felt them off the bat just because how much time the two of you played with his anemo. No wonder you learned quickly of his being as an adeptus. Worrisome, maybe? For such spiritual awareness also includes unkind spirits. But, at least he knows he can trust the Thousand Winds to look after you.

~~~

You were back in Liyue Harbor again, this time with your father. Since this was your second time, you were not familiar with the harbor yet. Thus, you kept close to your father as he bought the books needed for your upcoming education.

Books never failed to claim your interest, as they are always filled with stories that makes your imagination bloom in wonder. As such, books also never fail have your interest over them wane. However, for once, your interest was stolen by a cheerful voice singing along the strums of a lyre. Looking around, you find the source of such music. You couldn't see the singer, but with curiosity, you started moving towards the lull.

Thanks to your brother's anti-social skills and your small frame, you somehow got to slip through the crowd with ease as you let out occasional excuse me's. At first, the density was intimidating, but your curiosity for the bard and his voice became your motivation.

However, despite your best efforts, you didn't get to see the performance as the crowd began applauding and then going onto separate ways. To say the least, you were saddened, but when you saw the face behind music- happiness and recognition shone in your eyes.

"Brother Wind!"

Nobody- no mortal calls him that and Venti froze but thawing in an instant as he came to realization. There's only one person- one mortal who would call him that. A mortal that his kin would share stories about in glee.

"Little Wind?"

The winds always whisper words here and there. Yet these words that float amongst the leaves fluttering in the wind are never heard nor understood by mortal ears.

All except you.

The wind always tell you stories, and one of them is Brother Wind. A bard who hails from the City of Freedom and sings day and night with his words carried by his very essence. An essence you were familiar with when playing with the spirits and with your brother.

The Little Wind and Brother Wind meets! What joy! What joy!

Let us look for brother Demon Wind to tell and enjoy!

~~~

Seeing his little sibling walk hand in hand with the stupid bard had irked Xiao. With quick and agile movements, Xiao picked you up and glared at the grinning Venti. He whispered angrily at the wind, to which only the Archon can hear. Your status as Archon be damned but I am not letting you near him/her if you still have your ridiculous drinking habits.

Oh come on, Xiao! You know I would never drink in front of a child, much more in front of your little sibling!

Xiao only glared some more but Venti only kept grinning and you are getting weirded out by their contest. Probably an adult thing, you thought.

Throughout Venti's stay in the inn, it had become an embarrassing ride for Xiao. The former would poke fun at him every now and then about how he's gone soft and Xiao is this *close* to kicking him out. But he can't becuase of how suddenly attached you became to the bard. And maybe- maybe there was this twinge in his heart.

It was something that happens occasionally. A thought of doubt resurfacing in his head whenever he's alone while battling the hidden evils of the land. With geniune honesty, Xiao feels truly blessed to have you- but there are times in the darkest pits of his head, that everything he has right now- he does not deserve.

Venti would make for a better bro-

"Hey, Name, among me, the spirits, and Xiao, who's the best playmate?" Venti asked you as you colored on your notebook.

And without even missing a second, you shouted that one word again that pulled Xiao away from the dark thoughts that were about to resurface.

"Gēgē!"

But you didn't stop.

"Gege is the best in everything! He lets me play with his anemo always! And then when we play, he always lets me choose the game first and then we take turns choosing! Not only play time! There's also story time! Gēgē has the best stories! He told me stories about the glaze lillies, the Geo Archon, and the Adepti!

And then we always eat Almond Tofu if it's story time! It's so yummy and sweet and soft! Even Achi Xiangling and mama, papa and Uncle Yanxiao love gēgē's Almond Tofu! You have to try it too Brother Wind!"

All that and you finished with a proud huff of your breath!!

And all throughout, Xiao could only look at you wide teary wide eyes with mouth agape. Seeing him, you pouted, "G-gēgē, d-did I say something wrong?"

At your question, he quickly snapped out of his stupor and hugged you tight. "You did nothing wrong." He quickly reassured as he kissed your forehead.

"Then why are you crying?"

Xiao then wiped his eyes and chuckled lightly, "This is what you call happy tears, Name."

"I didn't make you sad then?"

Again, Xiao hugged you close and he felt your tiny arms do the same, "You made me the happiest than you would ever know since the moment you were born. I- I love you so much, Name."

"I love you, too, gēgē!"

Venti and the Thousand Winds had etched this moment in their memory forever. After all, this was the first time they saw their brother Demon Wind experience and reciprocate pure, genuine love to another. And on the notebook you were coloring on, was a rough drawing of you and Xiao sharing a fresh plate of almond tofu <3.

A/N: and thats it for the second ksks!! I wonder what comes next??? To those who ship xiaoven- i'll say sorry in advance bcos in terms of background relationships- it's venti and zhongli, the old geezers ksks i just love those two together lmao

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lilpuppiepaws · 3 years

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🌱 Tips for New Cg’s!! 🌱

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first, let’s start off with what a caregiver is! a caregiver is someone who cares for an age regressor/dreamer! they may sometimes set little rules or goals for them as well! they make sure the regressor is taking care of themselves (like drinking water, or doing school work when they should!) or reassuring and comforting them when they’re not feeling too great! caregivers can also have rewards or punishments. a caregiver can be a friend, a partner, or even a trusted family member! sometimes, regressors use certain nicknames to address their cg, such as: “mommy/daddy, papa, mama, bubby, big bear,” etc! (here’s a list of cg nicknames i made!)

becoming someone’s caregiver requires lots of communication!! every regressor is different, and they all have different needs! be sure to discuss what your regressor needs from you! maybe they just want some reassurance every now and then! or help with regressing and staying small! or to be praised for doing things like homework so they can feel motivated to do it the next time as well!

rules: rules can be very helpful when taking care of a regressor! however, some regressors might not want rules! be sure to discuss this with them first! again, every regressor has different needs to meet! like how you might not want to punish a regressor for not going to bed on time when they have insomnia! this is why it’s very important to discuss it with them beforehand!! with that out of the way, here are some rule ideas!

1. brush your teeth at least twice a day!

2. no sweets before bedtime!

3. try to drink enough water everyday!

4. always hold my hand when crossing the street!

5. ask before eating sweets!

6. bedtime at 10:00pm!

7. no saying bad words!

8. always be honest!

9. eat at least 2 meals a day!

10. make your bed every morning!

punishments: now, what do you do if your regressor isn’t following any of your rules? some caregivers use punishments! (and i cannot stress enough how important it is to talk to your regressor about them BEFORE you give them any punishments!!) again, punishments should never be physical!! and you should never take away a comfort item as punishment! another important thing to note is that you should never punish them for something they can’t control! always talk to them about it! communication is very important! with that being said, here are some punishment ideas:

1. early bedtime

2. time out

3. limited screen time for tv or other electronics

4. no sweets

5. taking away or lengthening the time it takes to revive a reward. (which i will get into right now!)

rewards: for regressors who follow the rules, or reach certain goals, you may want to give them a reward! rewards are great! they may motivate your regressor to do things they need to do like chores or homework! and they’ll encourage them to follow the rules you have set for them as well! examples of how a reward may work is “if you drink enough water for 3 days, i’ll buy you a new toy!” or “if you finish all your homework tonight, then tomorrow, we’ll take a trip to the library!” something i see often, but isn’t usually brought up is when your regressor is truly trying their hardest!! they may be working on as much homework as they can but still unable to finish it. please be sure to recognize their effort!! tell them they still did an amazing job for doing their best! in cases like this, i believe they still deserve a rewards! here are some reward ideas! :

1. a new toy/game!

2. a sticker!

3. extra time before bedtime!

4. something yummy!

5. a trip to the park!

activities: here are some fun things you can do with them! remeber that everyone has different interests and find joy and entertainment in different things!!

1. have a tea party/ picnic!

2. help them make a cool fort!

3. have a disney movie marathon!

4. take them to the park or a zoo!

5. color pictures for each other!

6. play some video games with them!

7. do some cooking or baking together!

8. having fun with bubbles!

9. go out for a walk! make a list of things for your regressor to find on the way!

10. play games like hide and seek!

if you didn’t know, regressors can regress to different ages! punishments, rules and rewards should reflect that! for example, you can’t punish a two year old for not making their bed! they may not know how! and you can’t give a two year old a new game that’s rated 17+ as a reward! so be sure to discuss age and what rules, punishments, and rewards work best for your regressor!

important things to take note of:

• learn your regressor’s triggers if they have any. this is very important!!

• treat them like you would a little kid! they are not acting little. they are literally and truly in the mindset of a little kid!! for instance, be impressed if they show you a drawing they made!

• do not ignore your regressor’s emotions. if they cry over something that seems silly, they are still sad. no matter how “small” the issue is. give them proper care and comfort.

• be patient!! some regressors can’t verbally communicate when regressed to a certain age! and that may also be the case if they are neurodivergent! be sure to talk to them about this! maybe learn simple sign language! <3

• do not neglect your regressor. not even as a punishment. while you do not have to be in contact with them 24/7, it’s nice to have a small heads up if you can!

• learn their stuffie’s names! this goes such a long way!! stuffies are super important to some of us!! and learning their names tells us you’ve been paying attention!

i hope this guide helps any new caregivers!! if you have any questions, i’d be happy to answer as best as i can!! and remeber, COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT!! <33

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Hey sorry if you don’t take requests like this but could you write something about Dazai with a fem s/o or crush who keeps saying she hates herself and has very low self esteem like Atsushi and panic attacks sometimes? Again sorry if you don’t take these! If it’s uncomfortable for you it’s okay to not do it!!!

Hey, this is my first time writing something like this, but it's perfectly fine! There's always a first time for everything. Sorry this took so long.. it was slightly triggering, ngl, but I managed, so all's good :D

I kinda made it relevant to my own self.... I didn't know any other way to write this....

Love, know that you are more than enough, and that you deserve love, support and happiness!

Let Me Teach You, What Love Feels Like

Dazai x f!reader

Tw: panic attack, self doubt, self hate

You sat at your desk, trying to come up with something to write. You weren't exactly a writer, just someone who always liked to read and sometimes write. You were a student, but recently you had started your own blog, and turns out, people actually liked your work.

But you couldn't accept the fact that they liked it because you were a 'good writer'. You never doubted your followers, or their tastes, but you just weren't sure if you were actually good enough, or if they were just being kind to you, out of their goodness.

Thoughts like these always flooded your mind whenever you sat to write. Whenever you get any requests, you go over them a million times before posting anything, wanting it all to be perfect for your followers.

But you still thought that you could do better.

You stared at your phone screen, reading and re-reading the request that was sent to you.

You had an idea in your mind, but what if the person who sent this, wouldn't like it? What if they aren't satisfied with what you wrote? What if your effort isn't enough? What if they hate it? What if-

Your thoughts were interrupted by two arms draping themselves around your shoulders.

You jolted out of your spiraling thoughts, and let out a silent gasp.

Tufts of brown tickled your cheeks, as a chin placed itself on your head.

"Hey beautiful", a melodic voice spoke.

"Dazai! You scared the shit out of me!"

You wiggled out of his grasp, turning around to scowl at his handsome face.

He chuckled, booping your nose with his own.

"You look so cute when you're flustered, I can't help but pull such tricks on you ;)"

His cute smirk and light hazelnut orbs filled you with happiness. You loved him so much. He was a dork sometimes, but, alas, he was your dork.

"What are doing, love?", he asks, peering over your head to observe the blank page of your book, and the text on your phone.

"Just writing...", you say,"or atleast, I'm attempting to.."

Your far away look, and the doubt in your eyes instantly told him what you were going through. You were a lot like a certain subordinate of his, and it both pained and hurt him.

You always looked down at yourself. You never gave yourself enough credit. If something that you worked for was successful, you would give credit to the luck, or some stupid coincidence, or anybody else who had merely lent a helping hand. And when it didn't work out, you blamed yourself, calling yourself weak and inefficient. You would easily take the fall for all the misfortunes, and never pat your back for all the good you do. It frustrated him to no end. What should he do to make you realize that you're perfect the way you are? How can he convince you that you are more than enough, and that you are such an important and worthy person in not only his life, but everybody around you? You are capable of bringing a smile to everyone's faces, and your mere presence makes their day. How do you not see that?

When you wake up and look in the mirror, all you see are made up imperfections.

He remembers when you were staring at the mirror one morning, and he had asked you teasingly, "Are you checking yourself out?"

You had merely shaken your head, and replied with a,"There's nothing to check out..."

Before he could say something, you had begun talking.

"I'm not beautiful, Dazai. Look at me. My curves aren't quite right. At some places, they are non existent and at others, they're way too bulging. I'm not pretty, either. My eyes are way too huge, and my nose is slightly crooked. My hair isn't silky, and my height isn't ideal. I'm.... nothing of value..."

You turned to face him, with tears in your eyes.

"I... I don't know why you stay... You can do so much bett-"

He had cut you mid way with a kiss.

"You are the most beautiful person on the planet, Y/N."

You looked away, mumbling, "You just say that for the sake of it... You don't have to, you know..."

He cupped your cheek, looking you in the eyes.

"When you smile, my entire world lights up. That's because you are my world. Your curves are perfect. Your eyes aren't too huge, infact, they're the prettiest pair I have ever seen. The way they shine, and hold so much kindness, beauty and love; they make me fall for you over and over again. Your smile, and your gurgling laughter gives me a reason to live. You are my reason, Y/N. You are perfect."

You blushed. You wanted to believe him; the genuine look in his eyes, the soft smile on his lovely lips, and the gentle tone of his voice; it all made you want to believe him. But you couldn't bring yourself to do so. You couldn't give yourself any credit, and couldn't see the perfect, amazing parts of you that he saw. And he knew that. He could read it on your face. You were flustered by his words; he could see that. But he also saw the doubt. He saw the hesitance on your face.

So he did what he thought was best. He made love to you. He very passionately explained to you, all the best parts of you. He kissed every bit of skin, telling you just how much he adores every inch of you.

It did wonders to your confidence, too.

Now, instead of thinking that everybody hates you, you knew that atleast one person doesn't fully despise you, and that person was Dazai. Although it didn't quite work the way he wanted it to work, it still did something.

So he kept going, proving to you at every opportunity that you were perfect, and deserve all the love in this world.

Right now, staring at your doubtful eyes, he saw just how skeptical you were about your writing abilities.

He was going to change that.

"Say, Y/N, do you want a break?"

You tilt your head in consideration.

"I haven't even written a word yet..."

He smiled, saying,"Maybe your mind needs a refresher. Something to help unclog your thoughts."

He tugged on your wrist, beckoning you to follow him.

"Where are we going?"

He threw on his coat, helping you into yours.

"You'll see", he said, giving you a wink.

Walking down the lanes of Yokohama was one of your favorite pastimes.

Observing the people, the diverse culture and the beauty of the city filled you with content.

He took you to have your favorite ice-cream. The rich flavour and the way it melted on your tongue always made you feel happy.

"This is so yummy!!", you squealed, licking it.

Dazai chuckled ruffling your hair.

"Don't do that! It completely spoiles my look!", you say, trying to fix your hair.

"I love you so much..", he says, voice completely serious, his face adorning a charming but genuine smile.

You blush at the sincerity of his words, and smile.

Your little moment was interrupted by a furry ball running past your legs. The cat looked injured.

"Hey, hold onto this for a moment. I'll go check if that cat is hurt.", you say, handing your cone to Dazai.

He nods, as you begin running after it. He doesn't know why you care so much, but it's probably because of your big heart. Sighing, he begins walking in your direction slowly.

You try to catch up to the animal, turning a corner, and in the process, bumping into a small boy.

The ice-cream in his hands drops to the ground.

He looks at you, devastated and sad, and begins bawling his eyes out.

You try to apologize to him, promising to buy him a new one, but he just wouldn't stop crying. The loud noise of his cries and the exertion caused due to running made your breaths uneven. You tried to push it away, but you could feel your head pulsating with pain. A high pitched tone filled your ears. You tried to block the sound to get some relief, but to no avail. The intensity of the sound, the headache and the boys teary face made you drop to ground, and curl up against the wall.

'You are so useless. Whenever you try to help someone, you only end up ruining it. You always ruin things. Nothing you do is valuable. You cause so much pain to everyone around you. You can never make anyone happy. You are the cause of everybody's sadness. You are a disappointment. Pathetic, useless person.. Why are you even alive?'

Your thoughts were swallowing you. They were pulling you into a deep, dark hole, one that was draining your life out of you. You couldn't stop the shaking of your palms, your whole body trembled.

You didn't realize when the commotion stopped, or when or how the boy left the area, but you could hear a voice, a familiar voice, and you tried to hold onto it. You tried with your best efforts to clutch onto the one ray of light in the dark hole you were in. You used all your might and focused on those words. Slowly, you could make sense of them.

"Take deep breaths, Y/N. I'm here. Don't worry. Just focus on your breathing."

You did that. You tried to hear your own breaths.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You were slowly crawling out of there, tuning out the thoughts that were trying to pull you in.

"Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in..."

You followed the voice, and felt the angry thoughts fade away.

Once you were almost in control of your mind, you tried to open your eyes, only a little bit. Through the tiny aperture, you saw soft brown orbs staring back at you. Dazai smiled at you, hesitantly raising his hand near your face. Silently asking for permission to touch you. You nuzzle your face in his palm. He slowly pulls you into a hug. Kissing your forehead, he picks you up, and begins walking home.

You snuggled against him, hiding your face in his chest, and closing your eyes.

He just wanted you to have a good time. He had messed up. But it's alright. As long as he was with you, he would help you get out of your spiraling thoughts. He would always be by your side. He would protect you, even if it meant from your own mind.

On reaching back home, he helped you change into comfortable clothes, and laid you on the bed, wrapping the comforter around your body to keep you warm. He made some soup and rice for you. He brought you a tall glass of water, too. He took complete care of you. He fed you the food, cooing you to have as much as possible. You needed the strength. You soon fell into a deep slumber, with his arms wrapped securely around your petite form.

Dazai held you close, and slowly rocked you. He observed your sleeping form, and felt so frustrated. He wanted to help you out of this, and he was trying his best to do so. He was taking small, baby steps, and they were working, too. But it was all too slow. He didn't want you to experience one more second of this. He wants you to never go through that again. But he knows that things like this take time. He's willing to sacrifice everything for you. He loves you, and will always love you, no matter what. He will not stop until you are free of the dark thoughts that plague your mind, and will, at every step, assure you that you deserve all the happiness and live in this world.

Because you matter to him. You mean the world to him. So he will hold you close, kiss your lips, and wipe your tears until you break free. He will walk through fire for you.

He looks down at your face, the way your eyes fluttered every now and then, and the way your rosy, delicate lips were slightly parted, the way a strand of your hair fell onto your face, and the way you looked so innocent and protected in his arms; it all made him love you even more.

He made a promise to you.

"I will always be there for you, my little lady. I will always love you, and will teach you to love yourself."

He kissed your forehead.

"I love you, my princess."

Sorry if this wasn't what you wanted! I tried my best...But do request again, if it isn't satisfactory!

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hufflepuffhollander · 4 years

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a smutty sunday request ! reader feels really shitty about herself, just one of those days where nothing seems to make her feel god abt herself, and tom catches on and makes sure she know every thing he loves abt her (you catch my drift???)

it’s smutty sunday, my dudes

this goes from mopey to fluffy to hot real quick get ready babies

requests are open!

smut below the cut! 18+ only please :)

Tom paced around the living room, anxious that he was going to be late.

“Hey, love, what’s taking so long in there?”

You had been in your bedroom for over an hour with the door closed.

“Sorry, just need another minute.”

Truthfully, you were still sitting in a bra and underwear on the bed, not a stitch of makeup done or a strand of hair put in place.

“We just need to leave soon, y’know?”

Nothing you put on seemed to fit right, and any color you tried just washed you out.

“Yeah, babe, I know.”

You didn’t convince him.

Tom came in without knocking and saw you sitting curled into your bed while hugging his pillow, both fresh and dried tear streaks evident on your face. “Oh,” his tone softened. “What’s wrong?”

“Tom, I’m sorry, but I can’t go to the party.”

“Why not?”

“I look horrible in everything and I’d just embarrass you,” you sniffled.

“Oh, darling,” Tom walked over to you, taking his shoes off and crawling into bed next to you, arms winding around your waist. “You know that could never be true.”

“I can’t go,” you whispered again.

He lifted his head up and spoke like he was onto something. “Yes, you can. And you know why I think so?”

You looked up at him in confusion. “Why?”

“Because everyone you meet falls in love with all of the same things that I did.”

Your expression remained unchanging, still miles away from his point.

“Like...the freckles on the bridge of your nose that you can only see if you get real close,” he said, kissing the light spots on your face.

“And your long and luscious eyelashes,” he moved to place his lips firmly on the eye closest to him. You started to show signs of a small smile as his breath tickled your face, his words keeping the next wave of sadness at bay.

“Your nibble-worthy ears,” he went to bite your earlobe, making you curl your head into his and giggle. He was happy to see his efforts paying off, and kept going.

“Those yummy, pretty pink lips,” he placed a light kiss on your lips, but not lingering so as to keep running through his list.

“And your slender neck, and beautiful collarbone,” he gave each one its rightfully deserved smooch, feeling you finally warm up in his embrace, cheeks even starting to get rosy at his compliments.

“Mm, and these boobies, these soft pillows of heaven,” he grumbled, moving his face to rest between them in your thin, barely there bra, humming happily that you were smiling much more now.

“Tom...” you fidgeted a little under the spell of his breath cascading up your body.

“Let’s not forget your tummy, and your cute belly button,” he placed a trail of increasingly sloppy kisses from your chest down to your stomach, wriggling the high waisted strings of your undies down so he could grab hold of your hips. “These hips…mmm,” he grabbed generous handfuls of your skin, wriggling it back and forth. “The perfect place to grip when I’m busy appreciating your perfect…”

You took a sharp inhale as he swiped his nose up along your heat over your underwear, proceeding then to pull them down with his teeth. Gathering his messy curls in between your fingers, you tugged at his hair and let your mind wander away from your insecurities as he slowly trailed his tongue through your folds, humming as he did it.

“Tommy…” you aimlessly clutched at him as he moved his hands under your thighs to support you as he lifted your body upward, getting a better angle to do some incredibly dirty things with his mouth. “Baby, get up here,” you whined.

He came up for air, deviously licking his now glossy lips, and brought his face back up to yours, but left a hand in between your thighs to rub slow circles over you, making you quiver underneath his gaze. You were able to tell him with your expression that he had gotten his point across with plenty of room to spare, but he was nowhere near done.

“And you know what else I love?” He kneeled on your bed and haphazardly unbuckled his belt, pulling off his own clothes with vigor.

Your breath hitched in your throat at seeing him there in front of you, your whole body now anticipating something much more than a pep talk.

“Hmm?” you cooed at him, batting your eyelashes.

“How absolutely beautiful you look when I’m fucking you.”

You bashfully rolled your eyes as he fell back down on top of you, knocking the wind out of your chest and making you laugh. You were expecting him to pop up, lift your legs up over his shoulders like he loved to do and screw you senseless, but instead, he reached over your head to where his phone was sitting.

“Tom, what are you doing?”

He rolled onto his back and flipped you on top of him. “I want you to see what I see, pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help but lower your hips onto his, almost by instinct, and lined him up so that you sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. His eyes all but rolled back in his head at the overwhelming sensation, his eyelids flittering, but after a long second that ridiculous smirk returned to his face as he lifted up his phone to photograph you. You were too caught up in the moment, body alight with pins and needles at feeling him inside you, and started to methodically move up and down on him, biting your lip without thinking and lifting your arms up to hold your hair out of your face.

“God, so fucking sexy,” he purred, holding onto his phone with one hand and to your hip with the other, using his strength to push even deeper into you as you rode him. Only once you’d fully opened your eyes did you realize he had his camera pointed at you, and you swatted it out of his hand, prompting him to grab your waist and roll you onto your back, clambering on top of you and continuing where you had left off.

“Were you taking pic-ohhh my god,” he thrusted into you mid-sentence and took the words out of your mouth. He left traces of sloppy, wet, noisy kisses all down your neck, holding your body so tightly that you were sure his fingerprints would be engrained in your skin forever.

“Just…want you to see…how…beautiful you are- my god, baby, you feel fucking amazing,“ he was ruthlessly pounding into you, and you couldn’t comprehend his words because you were seeing stars at this point, lost in the mixup of sounds of his body grinding onto yours and moans and gasps and grunts coming from either one of you.

With one final snap of his hips you came hard, Tom following not long after. Sweaty, panting, and in some kind of nirvana, he shifted himself to lie next to you, taking only a few moments to find his breath again before he picked up his discarded phone. You turned to face him and saw the changing light of his phone screen reflected on his face; it was clear that he was looking at the pictures he had just taken. The foolish grin plastered on his face was a dead giveaway.

“Tom, delete those!” you laughed, trying to take his phone out of his hand.

“Baby, wait, just look.” He showed you a photo of yourself, absolutely naked but almost— glowing? You were taken aback at your lack of hatred for the person you saw on the screen. Tom could read you like an open book and knew he had finally driven his point home. “Do you get it now?”

You leaned over to press a loving kiss to his lips, smiling as you responded. “Okay, maybe a little.”

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juminly · 4 years

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Nights Like These

Summary: A nice cozy movie night with timeskip! Iwaizumi Hajime. Tags: Mostly Fluff & Smut towards the end. Warning: Smut starts after the “♥♥♥” and includes fingering and cockwarming.

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Hajime knew that you loved mac and cheese. He had enough skills to be able to be able to whip up something nice and yummy for you after you've had such a long day and especially since you haven’t had an actual “date” in so long. Living on his own in the US for a few years did have its perks and this was one of them: he was a grown ass man who knew his way well enough in the kitchen to be able to cook for you. Sighing loudly, dark orbs stared for a few seconds at the smart watch strapped to his wrist then back at the pot in front of him. He was looking forward to seeing you more than anything. Being the athletic trainer of the national Japanese team was no ordinary feat and it took up a lot of his time and energy. But, that didn't mean that it would take up the time that you deserved, the time that you both needed. Being always so hyper-focused on his own work, his thoughts tended to drift off quite often to you, just thinking about the last few phone calls you had, the last few texts you sent him and the things you've done in your last few dates. He missed the way you sighed when he played with your hair... God, he loved playing with your hair, twirling your curls in his fingers. It wasn't even the agreed time for your date but he was anxious to see you. He wouldn't admit it to you though, not even to himself. The loud and strong thrumming of his heart in his chest was a big reminder of how much he loved you. He was smitten. No, ever worse! or better? He couldn't even think straight anymore, he was whipped for you and... Ring! Ring! Ring! Three rings. That's your own way of letting him know that it was you and he just absolutely loved it when you did that. If it were anyone else at the door, he wouldn't have been rushing towards it the way he had and flung it open just to see your face.

"Princess." The corner of his lips just curled up out of their own volition, didn't even ask for permission but they didn't even have to. You were here and he wouldn't have it any other way. Why was he acting and feeling like such a schoolboy? He didn't even care. What he cared about was why you were still not throwing your arms around him. "Come here, you." Leaning forward, he took your hand in his and pulled you in for a hug, squeezing his arms tightly around your waist, supporting your weight as you literally balanced yourself on the tip of your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him back. He nuzzled your neck only for a brief moment, leaving a gentle kiss there and before you murmured in a wondering tone. "Cheesy?" He couldn't help but stiffen for a brief moment. Did you figure out what he had prepared for you? Or even worse, Hajime would be completely mortified if you thought he was cheesy or corny at any point and you didn't like it. Not that he was a man of many words but he always made sure that any word coming out of his mouth meant something. At least when it came to you. He didn't give two fucks when it came to the guys, they could all whimper and cry for all he cared. Nobody meant more to him than you. The click of your tongue snapped him out of his racing thoughts and that giggle... that same glorious and marvellous sound that made him turn his head the first time you met, that time when your eyes locked and he knew that he had to talk to you, even if one of the players on the team had to be used as a wingman just to be able to get a word in with you. "Babe-" You laughed softly. "What's going on in that head of yours? Are you daydreaming about me when I'm in your arms?" With a long sigh, you mumbled and seemed a bit disgruntled, which obviously made the furrow between Hajime's eyebrows even deeper. "If that's the case, then I can just leave. Is daydreaming about me better than real me?" He knew you were joking but how dare you use that pouty tone on him?

"I won't answer your first question. You'll have to wait and see for yourself. But-" Pressing his hand on the small of your back, his other hand inched down to grip you by the waist as his lips hovered against your own, his breath fanning over your lips, tickling them lightly just as a tingling sensation arose in both your chests. "Do you really think I would call you over if I didn't want you right where you are right now?" Closing the distance between you, he loses himself in the little taste of sweetness he could get from a chaste gentle kiss of your lips. It was hard for him to even contain himself or exercise any form of control when he's around you. "Right here in my arms." He murmurs softly before going back in for another kiss, a little bit deeper, a tiny bit more passionate as he molds your lips together, sucking on your bottom one before breaking away once again. Gazing down on you as you both try to catch your breath from the small loving exchange, Hajime stared down at your cheeks that were now painted with the most adorable blush, his heart swelling with giddiness that he was the one responsible for such a reaction from you. "Come on, we're watching The Princess Bride tonight and I better not hear any objections from you." He smiled as he saw yet another giggle from you, even as you rolled your eyes and told him that you've already seen it a thousand times before and you didn't even know why he wanted to watch it with you. Silencing you with a small peck, his usual frown was still on that handsome face of his but his gaze was soft and endearing. "I want to know more about the things that you love so you'll have to humour me for tonight, baby girl."

Kissing your cheek, his hand finds yours and he guides you to the living room, pulling you away from the kitchen since he knew that was the destination you had in mind. You always wanted to give him a hand when it came to literally anything but when it came to your dates or your time together, Hajime wanted to show that he wanted to do things for you. It was simply his love language. A language that was created since he met you. "Thanks for coming over. I know it was last minute but the guys' practice match got postponed so I decided to cut them some slack." - he chuckled before meeting your eyes that were now crinkling with laughter - "Not that I don't plan on kicking their ass later anyway. Gotta make sure they are in top shape and remember who's the one making the rules." Once he ensured that you were seated, he threw you a glance of warning over his shoulder as he walked out to the kitchen. "You better sit tight princess while I go get the food. I'll be right back." He winked at you and chuckled at the way you squirmed slightly and busied yourself with the remote control as he prepared your dinner for you. Hajime had his own way of showing his love and spoiling you. The man wanted to make sure that he followed through. Making you feel special, trying to show but a sliver of how he truly felt about you. Sighing loudly and after ensuring that the pasta was thoroughly cooked, he meticulously dumped it in a bowl, big enough to fit 6 servings of mac and cheese and brought two plates along with him to the living room.

As "The Princess Bride" began playing, you both dug into your food and being the humble fellow that he was, Hajime didn't dare comment on the food but he did find it quite... acceptable, to say the least. On the other hand, the look on your face when you saw what he had cooked for you was worth all the effort. He didn't use the basic Kraft Dinner mac and cheese, even though it was basically your favourite. However, he just wanted to do just a little bit extra for you, add his own touch : a four cheese mac and cheese with the finest pasta from a local Italian shop that he always ate at and even took you to a few times. The first few bites etched an expression of pure bliss on your face and that drew a shit eating grin on his face, one that you didn't even get the chance to see as you were too busy filling in your plate with a second serving. While you munched on your food and whispered about your favourite scenes from time to time, Hajime tried his best to keep his attention on the movie but you were much more entertaining that it was while you recited almost every single line that resounded from the TV. He wished he could turn it off and just watch you act out the movie and tell him about everything you love about it, he wouldn't have minded that at all.

He chuckled under his breath at the look of amazement on your face when you both managed to finish and lick clean all the contents of the pot. He just let you believe that you ate more than him - just for shits and giggles - when he was also devouring whatever he could from the food (about 4.5 servings - the man works out A LOT, okay? Don't judge-). Nobody could blame him, it was fucking delicious and he was proud that you loved something that he made with his own two hands. Taking a short clean-up/bathroom break, Hajime cozied up on the couch, checking all the stupid emojis and texts he received from the Olympic team. How did they even know that he was on a date with you? The texts and emojis on the group chat ranged from: "Ya betta get it on tonight, Iwa-chan~ Ya frown too much cause ya don't get laid enough!" - Atsumu, the wannabe Shittykawa. "WAT R U GOING TO BE DOING ON UR DATE? WILL IT BE FUN? MAYBE I CAN COME!? I LUV UR GF" - Hinata, the sweet sunshine boy bordering on annoying but too pure to be so, Hajime had to admit that he had a soft spot for him and the rowdy wing spiker who followed up with a text of his own. "WE'RE COMING OVER IN 1H TO HANG OUT WITH U! WE MISS HER SO MUCH!", Bokuto's follow-up did nothing but make the trainer's blood boil with imminent rage. If those two dimwits dared to even ring the bell of his condo, Japan can say goodbye to their favourite chaotic duo.

Putting in an Airpod in his left ear, Hajime began recording the most graphically violent threat he could muster on the group chat and stuttering mid-way through the voice note. Yes, Hajime Iwaizumi stuttered out of surprise and YOU were the only one who could catch this man off-guard as you walked back into the living room wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts. He barely managed a quick "I gotta go", clicked send without looking at the screen, blinked and gawked at you with a baffled frown. "What happened to your clothes?" "Well~ Things did get a little messy in the kitchen and while I...-" You cleared your throat and bit your bottom lip, definitely not trying to turn him on. Sarcasm alert. "-kinda made things worse so I borrowed one of your T-shirts. I hope you don't mind." He simply shook his head, mumbling a husky "It's fine, what's mine is yours" and patted the seat next to him. His frown only grew deeper when you walked closer to him but made no sign of actually sitting down. Looking up at you, he could see the bright flush spreading across your cheeks when you pointed to his lap. "Is that seat taken?"

His eyebrow perked up in amusement along with a mirthful smirk, your bottom lip remaining a prisoner between your teeth. "Be my guest. Who am I to refuse a request from my princess." He chuckled as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his lap and you squirmed in embarrassment, the feeling of your well-defined butt rubbing against him, those supple cheeks that his crotch was getting well acquainted with. The accidental groan that escaped his lips was a definite warning to stop what you were doing or continue at your own risk.

"If you keep wiggling your ass on me like that, you're gonna have to own up to your actions, sweetheart." His rough baritone was telling of the growing desire he had for you. He hadn't seen you in so long and he was starved for your touch, as if the soft brush of his calloused fingers on your thighs was no indication to his underlying intentions. He knew how sensitive you were and he was not above taking advantage of that fact, the slight shiver that ran over your body only urged on him, wanting to coax even more of these delicious reactions from you.

♥♥♥ "Iwa-" Before you could even finish calling his name, his lips were on yours, nipping at your bottom one and sucking deeply before licking his way into your mouth, tasting the freshness of mint from his mouthwash as he entangled his tongue with your own, groaning loudly into your mouth. Breaking only for a moment, he demanded your attention as his fingers began to meander up your inner thighs, wasting no time to slide his index and middle over your panties, a clear wet spot forming and drenching the fabric slowly..

"If this is what you've wanted all along, you should've just said so, you naughty princess." Pushing your panties aside with his other hand, he deftly parted your folds and circled his fingers over your entrance, gathering up your slickness before lathering over your slit, barely grazing your swelling clit that desperately needed his attention. Seeing how you held your breath and stiffened in his embrace made him only want to do even more to you. This is not the type of quality time he had in mind but he was definitely not going to object to it. "Baby girl..." He crooned huskily as one of his hands rubbed up and down one of your thighs, making sure that your legs remained parted so that he could finger you good enough, prep you for what he had in mind. Before capturing your lips once again, he licked the seams of your lips, demanding that your eyes meet his own as he murmured against you. "You call me by my name, baby. You're royalty to me, after all." He smiled softly as you responded in kind, calling out his name and pulling him in a deep kiss, your hips slowly beginning to rut against his fingers that had yet to turn things up a notch. "Hajime..." You whimpered shakily against his lips, his warm breath fanning over your wet lips as his thumb rolled over your sensitive bud, moving clockwise and counter-clockwise, fast and slow with just the right amount of pressure to leave you with fighting to catch your breath. With two fingers right at your entrance, he watches you with avid interest, humming in satisfaction every time a moan escapes your lips, his own hips grinding involuntarily against your behind as his own erection begins to harden under your squirming figure.

"Hajime, I want you inside me... Please, stop teasing me!" You squeal while your nails dug into his shoulders, gripping those thick muscles tightly, while his own body tensed, betraying the composure that he desperately tried to maintain. His large biceps flexing as he squeezes his arms around you even tighter, trying to cease the negligible movement of your body that is driving him insane.

"Shush, baby. I'll treat you good. Just relax." Finally plunging in his fingers inside you, he swallows your moans with a searing kiss while you cried out into his mouth, his thick digits thrusting in and out of you and curling into you, your inner walls clamping down on them and sucking him in. With every roll of your hips, he met you with a thrust of his own, his fingers knuckle-deep, reaching that sweet stop that has you keening, so damn close to falling apart.

Your lips parted with a loud wet noise, his chest heaving with bated breath, his state reflecting your own but it didn't change the fact that you were feeling even needier when he cruelly removed his fingers from your core. Your frustrated whine didn't elicit any reaction from him but, contrary to his exterior, he could feel his body bursting with heat and it became unbearable. He exhaled loudly, patting your thigh and growling in your ear. "Get up and take your clothes off, baby girl. I'm not getting inside you until you do."

Hurriedly taking off his shirt in one smooth go and just in time to watch you reach for the hem of the oversized shirt, pulling it up in a rush, exposing more and more of your smooth skin. Fuck... he wanted to mark you all up but the twitching of his cock straining against his pants urged him to do so later. There were more pressing matters to attend to and right now, he just wanted to drink you all in. Licking his lips with a desire only you could sate, the darkness of his unquenchable thirst swimming in his orbs almost too much to handle, yet you still kept your gazes locked as you unclipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor while he fumbled with his belt, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching length with a loud hiss. The way you squeezed your legs together didn't go unnoticed and he knew that he left you hanging. "Come here, baby." As you inched closer to him, Hajime placed one large hand on either side of your hips, guiding you before him as you placed one knee on the couch and then another to straddle him, giving him a glimpse of your dripping core that was so ready for the taking while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he latched on to the crook of your neck, sucking on your soft skin deeply while sweet moans tumbled so easily from your quivering lips. "I've had enough, Hajime. I promise... Just please... I want you inside me." You pleaded as his warm hands settled on your butt, fondling your soft cheeks while he angled you right on top of his cock, groaning against your neck. "You're so perfect. I fucking missed you so much." With his fingertips digging into your soft flesh, he eases you onto his cock, sheathing himself fully inside you as you sink onto him, both of you moaning in harmony as your cunt clamped down on every single inch of him that you could take.

For a few moments, both of you remained silent, your forehead pressed against his bare shoulders and his own lying on the crown of your head. The silence of the room was filled with your heavy breathing as you allowed the fullness of your bodies, the fullness of your hearts washed over you and enveloped you completely. Neither of you wanted to move or even dared to, even though your instincts screamed to grind against one another and chase the release that you both wanted. But it wasn't what you really needed. This moment, the intimacy, this... love. "W-what about the movie?" You breathed out shakily against his arm, giggling softly while you began nibbling on the hardness of his bicep. He knew that you weren't even mildly concerned with the movie which made him chuckle out a deep laugh that rumbled in his chest. You... You never failed to those stupid butterflies flutter in his stomach with your cute little acts of possession.

He wore your love bites with pride and didn't mind that they were in a place that was even more visible than his neck. He licked a long strip on the column of your throat, decorating it with nips of his own, marks of his love and yearning for you while his hands sought your breasts, kneading them with tenderness. Even if words betrayed him most of the time, he trusted his actions to speak for him. "There's nothing better than watching you, princess."

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This is what happens when one of your tumblr sisters @moon-ascendant teases you with a picture of Daniel Gillies as Wing commander Hayes from Occupation Rainfall just to show you his hands and active the heck of the hand kink 🤤🥵 while chatting. Love ya! I have not watch the movie. I’m just going from the synopsis of the story.

English is not my first language.🤷🏻‍♀️

Bolds thoughts: sorry that’s my style of writing

Warnings SMUT like real SMUT complete SMUT be freaking gentle this was torturous to write. Lord knows I love to read them but writing them is a completely different thing entirely. So if you’re younger that 18 please look away my darlings.

Kudos to the gif creator , that giff was used for the facial expressions and the yummy eye FUCK Vibes Hayes gives the female reader.

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Y/N couldn’t think of a worse situation . At the moment she was held captive in an Australian military facility, underground in a secret lab where gruesome experiments were done to the alien invaders. She led a mission to free the captives and ended up being one. She was stripped and left in nothing but her underwear her hands were tied and her arms were up placed on some sort of a butchers hook , behind her a concrete wall. Tired and beaten up she waited for the commander of the facility . Since she didn’t talk to the officers they summoned the man himself to whom they referred as the beast. She was anxious but not scared . Her arms hurt from the uncomfortable position they were placed in .

Then footsteps could be heard from the corridor. The comander was close , coming to interrogate her and possible torture her. She would not give the wanker the satisfaction of making her talk , she’d rather die. Beeping sounds were heard and her breath hitched on her throat as the door whooshed open. In came the one person she never in a million years expected to see. So this was their leader Special Wing Comander Hayes .They had history. ‘Bugger’ she thought . Hayes brown eyes locked on hers and spoke to the rest of the men in the room. “Leave us”.

“But sir she’s dangerous” the soldier interrupted . Big mistake Hayes gun was out in a flash hitting the man with it on his face blood splattering everywhere from the soldiers nose.

“If I can’t control this little sheila then perhaps I do deserve to die. Now fuck off”. He went to the control console shutting the monitors down. Once the soldiers were gone he turned to Y/N and by god he had never look more handsome . This man made the uniform look like a sin she desperately wanted to commit. “My Ohhh my Y/N” he started. “Fancy that ... what are the odds of me finding you here of all places”.

“Fuck off Hayes”.

“Tchhh tchhh tchh”he reprimanded with his tongue. “Language mate , I see something’s never changed” he smirked. “Now listen very carefully baby . This could go either fairly easy where you tell me who’s leading the resistance and what is their location? Or things could get ugly up to where I have to get it out of you by any means necessary and we both know that I don’t want to do that, not to you luv. So what do ya reckon eh? , come on talk to me”. He stood in front of her as her chest heaved frustrated.

“I’m not talking Hayes. Do what you have to I’m not a traitor and a coward like you”! She shouted.

His hand found her neck swiftly and gave her a hard squeeze “You wound me mate” . “Look whose talking about traitors THEY invaded US , THEY are killing US why do you help THEM ? he asked upset squeezing a little making her harder for her to breathe then releasing his hold a bit enough for Y/N to catch her breath.

“Not all of them are bad , what you are doing here is wrong , there has to be another way to defeat them . Not like this Hayes please listen to me I” she spoke while taking gulps of much needed oxygen.

“You can what ? Help me? My duty is to my country and if I have to torture and kill the lot of them bastards he paused I will”. “I’ll ask one last time luv tell me who’s your leader? Don’t make me hurt you”. He ran his gun over from her cheek to her breasts . She recoiled.

“Fuck you”! Spitting to the ground disrespecting him.

“Fuck me ? ... Fuck me?!” Hayes snapped he pressed her to the wall with his body . The hand on her neck moved to her dark locks, his long fingers tangling on her tresses pulling her head back hard while his gun pressed to the underside of her left breast. “You want to try that again luv? , I’m going to give you one last chance”. He snarled. Y/N remembered what those big calloused hands could do as he jabbed his gun to her side again and pulled her hair simultaneously earning him a moan not from pain or discomfort but from lust.

“Is this ... he paused “is this turning you on mate?” He smirked

“Hayes let me go ... I don’t have the information you seek Please .. please I” she gasped her panties were gone. His gun disappeared and soon his fingers were at her core .

“God”! She moaned “Hayes please”.

‘Fuck this interrogation’ he thought he’d missed her and she was here vulnerable and ready for him to take her to heaven. There was something about having her like this arms up hands tied that he could not resist. He sped the movement of his fingers making Y/Ns eyes rolled back into her head. ‘Fuck the mission he’s mine’ she was close. Suddenly her vision blurred and white appeared before her eyes as she came on his fingers her body shaking violently. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean ‘Fucking delicious baby’ he ran his tongue through his lips before taking her mouth with his own. His slippery tongue fought with her for dominance eventually winning. Y/N threw her head back hissing as his lips found her breasts . His beard scratched her light sensitive skin as he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled.

“Untie me” she begged .

“No”

“Please let me touch you”

He almost gave in ... almost “No” making her growl and curse pulling at her bindings.

Y/N heard his zipper come undone making her look down to his trousers . She had never been so glad to hear that sound. She looked up at him and the look on his face made her cum right then and there. He was so intense.

With little effort he grabbed her by the back of her thighs and hoisted her up against his waist . His length was warm and hard ready to take her. Y/N wrapped her legs around him and leaned forward to kiss him. He sighed into the kiss. He could feel her trembling with need as his fingers greazed her lower back , his tongue intertwining with hers, relishing in her sweet taste. He couldn’t wait any longer and with a hard thrust he swallowed her moan. He was finally in and it was blissful. Hayes set a fast and brutal pace hammering her against the wall and Y/N enjoyed every single second of it. He pulled her hands from the hook and place them behind his neck . She met his thrusts pressing her forehead against his as they panted into each other’s mouths. “Hayes”... Y/N whimpered he knew she was close so he lowered his hand to her core again and started to rub her clit. She moaned into his ear as her thrusts became desperate trying to keep up with him but failing .With a few more movements of his hips she screamed his name for the whole facility to hear . Feeling her walls convulsing around him sent the wing comander over the edge whispering her name fervently over and over again. Coming down from his high he pulled out slowly hissing in the process. “Sensitive comander”? Y/N whispered making him chuckle. “Something like that mate” he took her arms off from around his neck and looking into one of his pockets he produced a knife. “What are you doing”?! She got anxious. “Hush now lass” he cut off her bindings he steadied her .“Get dressed and go I’ll cover ya”. Y/N’s eyes widened “Come with me Hayes”. “No luv I’m into this way to deep , I’ve made my bed no way I’ll back out now” .He grabbed her face and brought his lips to hers one last time. Once dressed she turned to leave when he held her hand .

“What?”

“Take my gun” he put the firearm on her hands.

“You cannot give me this , I can’t” her eyes full of tears.

“You have to and make it believable” he nodded.

“You can’t be serious Hayes ...no” she looked at him refusing to do what he commanded .

“Now my luv you’ll have a window of 60 seconds before I tripped the alarm. Do you understand?”

“Y/N”! he shouted .

“Bugger” she said angry.

“For what is worth... I love you” he gave her a small smile.

“See ya comander” she said before hitting him with his gun on the face cutting his right eyebrow open and aiming at his arm shooting on the forearm.

“You bitch!! ... Fuck”!

“I love you too”she ran from the room hoping she could find the exit before he tripped the alarm.

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There you go a little fluffy towards the end. 😁 Please my smut writing needs some serious refinement but hell I did it weeee!!🎉🎉. I don’t know what happens or have seen Occupation Rainfall , I just couldn’t resist Daniel in a uniform 🤤🥵. I tried to keep the Australian in it lol, I dont know anyone from there so I apologize in advance 🤦🏻‍♀️. I hope you enjoy. Like , reblog , leave coments. I adore them. Toodles until next time my darlings.

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