Iwaizumi has been busy with his trainer duties for a month straight now, resulting in you getting upset at him for neglecting you. You understand how demanding it can be for him as a trainer sometimes of course but you only have so much patience for it.
He's been aplogising and begging for forgiveness for hours now, but you won't budge.
"Take me on a shopping spree, then I'll consider forgiving you."
And that's how you two got here, Iwaizumi using one hand as a bag holder and the other as a makeup tester for you. It was filled with lipstick of different shades of pink and red.
"Ugh, no it's too dark!"
"Now it's too light!"
"Why is it so sheer?"
"Why is it so pigmented now?!"
Despite your constant complaints of not finding the 'perfect' shade, he never got upset at you for it.
Part of it is because he feels guilty for neglecting you and thinks you deserve to complain. The other part is because he likes the fact that you trust him enough to rant about it to him.
After an hour of choosing, you found yourself a shade your happy with. As promised, he paid for it with no complains.
As if he wasn't perfect enough already, he cooked you your favorite dish for dinner and dealt with the mess afterwards.
"Am I forgiven now?"
He grabs you by the waist and effectively traps you in his embrace before attacking you with feather light kisses wherever his lips can reach.
His kisses made you feel ticklish and you can't help but giggle through them.
He swears he heard the sound of the angels themselves.
"Okay, okay, you're forgiven! You can stop now!"
You could barely form coherent sentences through the giggles and kisses anymore. Feeling pity for you, he finally stops but not before planting one last kiss on your forehead.
"I hope you know that I meant what I said earlier, about being sorry"
He takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on each of your knuckles before looking back at you with eyes full of adoration.
"I truly am sorry, I didn't do all this just for forgiveness. I love you, and I'd do anything to see that smile again. I'm sorry, for neglecting you this past month"
He tugs you closer and lets go of your hand to hold your cheek in his palm instead. The palm that completely dwarfs yours.
Theyre rough and calloused from constant weight lifting and years of volleyball training.
Yet when he holds you this way, it feels as though he's holding a valuable jewel, a sacred relic even. The big strong trainer man, completely reduced to nothing but a lovesick boy for his beloved.
But he doesn't care. Who cares if people view him differently? Who cares if people dont give him the same respect as before?
As long as you're here in his arms, happy and beaming, he will happily accept those comments.
In every life, in every possibility, you are the only who could soften him like this.
And he wouldn't trade that for the world.
A/n haha did u get the arcane ref at the end there? I love iwaizumi hajime so much its actually crazy. I need him. Like rn.
°•*⁀➷ hi i finally remembered to write things anyways adepti breeding season methinks
cw: girldick. boydick too. everyone has a pp except reader. afab! gn! reader. lots and lots of breeding. a lot of cum also. feral characters. lowkey kinda omegaverse. dom characters. xianyun canonically has claws. slight blood kink for her too.
ZHONGLI prefers to present himself as a gentleman in most scenarios, and god was it getting difficult to keep his composure when all he wanted to do was pin you down and breed you all night long until the sun was rising. it was just a bit inconvenient when he found himself going into the adeptus equivalent of heat, and frankly he didn’t know how he survived it before he had you. after all, why would he pleasure himself with his hand if you were right there and willing to help him? granted, you may not have known what you were signing up for when you agreed, but he won’t let you go now.
how many hours had it been? you had long since sunken under the waves of overstimulation, only being able to make pathetic whimpers that just spur on your boyfriend. with every thrust of his cock into your messy cunt, a bit of his cum drips out and onto the drenched bedsheets. this man has insane amounts of stamina, and he’s not stopping until he absolutely has to.
XIAO tries not to be obvious about it. he tries to be more gentle in bed, but his slightly rougher demeanor gives him away immediately. he’s so reluctant to pull out even after he cums inside, he has to physically restrain himself from continuing to thrust into your used hole. he would bury his face into your shoulder to inhale your scent, driving him closer and closer to just going absolutely feral.
he tries to be gentle, he really does, but when you just feel so fucking good around his cock with your scent in his head, he might just lose his patience and pin you down. if you’re too loud and whiny, don’t be surprised when he forces his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet- or at least let the lewd sound of plap plap plap do the talking. at least the aftercare is phenomenal.
GANYU is very submissive when it comes to her mindset of sex. if it pleases you, she’ll do it. want her to top? done! want her to bottom? done! the only time she takes the lead is during breeding season when she just can’t help herself. her sensitivity is so heightened that even a whiff of your scent has her rock hard and roughly pulling you aside to grind into your cunt. she’s normally such a sweet and gentle girl, so seeing this switch flip internally is a sight to behold. she’ll go from shyly blushing and holding your hand to gripping your hips with almost bruising strength while she pounds you mercilessly.
how many rounds had you been going for? you had honestly lost count. you were so overstimulated that your brain was just static and endless pleasure as she continued to piston in and out of your messy and used hole. her cum stained the sheets around you, making a lewd squelching noise with every thrust. her gentle praises were more than enough contrast to the desperate way she was grinding her cock as deep as it could possibly go, whimpering and moaning almost pathetically. and she would keep going until she passed out if it meant she got to keep breeding you.
XIANYUN is very upfront about her needs when it comes to breeding season. she’s been alive for thousands of years, no use in beating around the bush when it comes to those things, otherwise nothing would ever get done. she’s a busy woman, and she’s almost procedural in her approach at first. that is, until she finally sinks her cock into your needy hole. something snaps within her and she’s holding onto your hips so hard her claws would dig painfully into your skin and leave small spots of blood behind.
she wouldn’t stop until you see stars. not until your womb was absolutely filled to the brim with her warm cum and it dripped out every time you moved, thrusting it deeper and deeper into you with breathy moans and praises. she’s normally so orderly and tidy, but you just do things to her that she can’t explain.
synopsis » the moment rinne realises he's in love.
requested? » no
genre » fluff
a/n » this is for march's birthday 🫶 ( @rinnelovebot ) highly recommend listening to 'soft spot' by keshi while reading this btw <3
rinne doesn't think he's ever uttered the words "i love you" to anyone before. after having lost his maternal figure at a young age and being thrust into the role of village chief, he can't say his life has allowed for any emotions of the like.
yet you make him feel so many things he never even knew he was capable of experiencing — you taught him how it felt to be alive. when he's with you, he's not just surviving; he can feel the thrumming of his heart against his ribcage with every breath he takes.
it's different from the thrill he gets when he's betting on a card hand at the casino, different from how exhilarating it feels to be on stage with his group. your gaze feels like the sun gracing him with warmth on a cold winter day. your touch is far too gentle for someone like him, he thinks; but he can't get enough of it.
so even if he thinks it's selfish, he allows himself to melt into your embrace after a draining day, allows himself to tear up a little and bury his face in the space between your neck and shoulder as your fingers run through his hair. he can breathe a little easier when he's with you — there's no judgement, even though deep down he doesn't understand how you can look at someone like him so adoringly.
he doesn't know how to convey his affection for you in words, so he settles for a searing kiss against your lips, praying to dear god that you understand just how much you mean to him. when he pulls away, he locks eyes with you, and his world freezes for a moment as you wipe away the stray tears collecting beneath his lashes. you don't say anything, but you don't need to — your smile, that he could only compare to that of an angel, tells him everything he needs to know.
he's overwhelmed with a sentiment that he doesn't quite understand, and before he knows it, the three words slip out like a prayer. "i love you." a mere whisper, though it weighed heavy in the silence of your shared apartment. there were no fireworks in the background, no grandiose confession, but it was soft and earnest and it was him.
it was a verbalisation of his devotion to you, how much he appreciated you for never leaving his side, even when things got difficult. your fingertips trace along his jaw softly, and when you whisper the words back to him, he decides right then and there that every hardship he's ever gone through didn't matter. because he had you.
rinne is brash, impulsive, and unpredictable, but more than any of that, rinne is yours. you make him want to be a better man, someone that deserves a heart as pure as yours. and as you kiss him again, he thinks he finally knows what love truly means.
If you still even remember that name. Try, try to remember.
Life has been so unfair to you.
I know what it is what you have been trying so desperately to do. Forget the bad, remember the good. Deep inside your darkened heart, a young boy bleeds vivid red. The bullet wound on your palm is still raw and open and hurting and it had never stopped.
Try to remember. March twenty-second. Your sixth birthday, the last before you lost yourself: racing your best friend down the asphalt road, blowing candles off a too-sweet cake. This is why you’d chosen Will Byers. To remember. His memories morph into yours, his body a reminder of what your hollow shell had once been. You chose him and you hurt him, Henry. You are selfish, you are cruel, you are pathetic. Will Byers will one day break free and you will let him.
Try to remember. No, not the first time It consumed (the stray cat you'd feed your leftovers to, eyes gauged and whimpering) and no, not the last time (Max Mayfield, eyes gauged and begging). Try to remember. Eleven—Jane. You were afraid she'd end up just like you, weren't you? Your blood in her veins, energy thrumming at her fingertips. You're not the monster. But she isn't like you. Your blood in her veins yet she never succumbs. Your blood in her veins yet she is nothing like you.
Try to remember. Mother and Father around the dinner table, hands held in prayer. Holly Wheeler is a spitting image of your sister. Alice Creel is a faraway dream. He was only trying to help. Stuck inside a body on puppet strings, you hide and you cower but you send her a tape through the mail. A song, a way out.
Try to remember. November sixth. The day it started. The day it ends. Half-way across the country, a woman crouches by her mother’s bedside. She sings a drifting song and thinks of you, Henry. I'm not afraid. She sings a drifting song and reads headlines of the cursed town she'd escaped a lifetime ago. I'm not afraid. She sings because Patty Newby has never forgotten.
Try to remember. But you don't know where you end and It begins. The crawling mass of darkness inside your veins. It wasn't your fault. You accept the cruelty because you deserve it. You were just a kid. And you do. There is no running away, not after everything.
Try to remember. You call off the soldiers, severe the monsters until the land is barren. The cold of the axe lands on the bare of your neck and it is relief you feel when your darkened heart stops its bleeding.
Iwaizumi sighed in relief as he felt the mattress beneath him, feeling the day's stress and exhaustion dissipate.
Next to him was you who couldn’t stop staring at him.
“What? Why are you looking at me like I grew three heads, hm?"
"Can I not admire my boyfriend?”
A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt you shift closer towards him, now pressed up against his side.
He decided at that moment that he wanted–no–needed more of you. With zero struggle, he lifted you up and placed you on his lap, guiding your legs to straddle him. His large, warm hand spanned over your lower back pulling you closer to him until you were chest to chest.
“You’re like a work of art, Haji"
Iwaizumi has been called a lot of things, but never a work of art. You weren’t wrong though. He really was.
His back was perfectly sculpted like a Greek god's, his arms and forearms are toned and he has amazing body proportions–broad shoulders and a small waist. Not to mention the fact that he could pick you up like you weighed absolutely nothing to him.
"I can’t believe that you made me so soft. I’m supposed to be the strong and tough one here, now look at me” He scoffed and pulled you impossibly closer, if that was even possible.
His free hand came up to cup the back of your neck, then slowly shifted to cup your cheek instead. His palm was big enough to completely cover your cheek.
Your tinier, more dainty fingers wrap around his tanned wrist. Your fingers barely met each other around it. He suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to take care of you, to make sure that he’ll never harm or scare you with his strength.
Slowly, he laced your fingers together and rested his forehead on yours.
"But if you really think that I’m a work of art, then you’re the only one that can touch this ‘exhibition’”
A/n posting this mid orientation cz i was falling asleep ahsjakejd i wanna nap so badly
Thinking about pre timeskip iwa with shy reader ><
Iwaizumi Hajime who couldnt help but get distracted by how pretty you looked with the sunlight shining onto you just right by the window in class
Iwaizumi Hajime who was surprised when he saw you try out for aoba johsais manager and assumed it was for Oikawa
Iwaizumi Hajime who admired your knowledge on the sport despite not being physically fit for it
Iwaizumi Hajime who sees your efforts to try and get over your shyness by going out of your comfort zone and becoming their teams manager
Iwaizumi Hajime who appreciated your help and kindness towards all of them by often offering them cold drinks and fresh towels after practices as a reward
Iwaizumi Hajime who thinks youre a breath of fresh air after being around his team (oikawa specifically) for so long and having to deal with their shenanigans
Iwaizumi Hajime who finds comfort in your pressence, even if you dont speak out a lot
Iwaizumi Hajime who finds himself wanting to get closer to you and know you more
Iwaizumi Hajime who notices hes gone completely soft for you and gives you special treatment
Iwaizumi Hajime who offers to walk you home whenever its just him and you left after practice and even offers his jacket when it gets cold
Iwaizumi Hajime who feels his cheeks and the tip his ears getting warm at just the thought of you
Iwaizumi Hajime who accepts that he is now completely, undeniably whipped for you
A/n dont like this too much but wanted to write it anyway ! Happy reading ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
In which he gets upset that you were crying over a bum
A little gift for myself, happy birthday Yun ♡
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re a nice person and all but I just can’t see myself dating someone like you”
Just like that, he left you in the pouring rain. You feel the rain water start to drench your clothes and the coldness of it seep into your bones. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t even tell the difference between your tears and the rain water streaming down your face.
You felt lost. You didn’t know who to turn to.
No, you knew one person. But could you even face him now after what just happened? After talking so much about it to him?
You didn’t really have much of a choice.
7:24p.m.
Ding!
You stood at his doorstep soaked from head to toe. How would he react to you like this? You felt so ashamed of yourself. Your finger trembled as it retracted from the doorbell.
“Hel- What happened to you?!” You couldn’t look at him. Your gaze remained on the floor as he continued his concerned questioning. To be honest, whatever he said wasn’t being registered at all. It all sounds like a blur–like every word he’s saying is melting together.
Before you knew it you were sitting on his couch looking like a sad wet puppy. You were getting it wet, but that was the least of your worries right now.
Your head was still hung low even when he came back with a clean towel to dry you off. Not a word was exchanged between the both of you. Usually, silence between you two was comfortable but this time it felt heavy. It’s as if someone placed a heavy load on your entire body and heart.
“Is it safe to assume that it didn’t go well?”
His words felt like a sharp sting to your chest. You felt the corner of your eyes prickle with tears.
“What did he say?”
Iwaizumi was always like this. He’s straightforward and blunt. Maybe a little too blunt sometimes. How do you even respond to his bluntness in this situation?
Just as more tears were about to fall, you felt something warm envelop you. At first, you thought he threw a blanket over you. Until, you smelled his cologne. It was faint and mixed with the smell of his detergent.
“Let it out. Don’t hold back on me.” His words instantly made your tears fall, like a dam breaking. But instead of too much pressure, it was his presence and warmth that made you break.
He never let go of you. Not even loosening his grip around you. If anything, it got tighter. He held you closer to him, stroking your back up and down with his large hand. You felt the warmth from his palm bleed into your skin, soothing the coldness from the rain.
“Is something wrong with me?”
Your voice was so quiet. You couldn’t recognize your own voice. Has it ever sounded this broken before?
You felt his arms tighten around you again. If you two were in another situation, you would’ve already complained about how you were being squashed. But right now, you need it more than ever.
Tilting your head up slightly, you caught sight of his face. He had an expression you’ve never seen before. His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched. Honestly, that was almost enough to snap you out of your sadness.
“Haji..?” His face instantly softened again upon hearing you call his name–no–his nickname that only you were ever allowed to call him.
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He continued to stroke your back soothingly. “There’s never been anything wrong with you.”
“So why… Why did he not accept me? What did I do wrong, Haji?” Your fingers gripped onto his shirt in frustration.
Another wave of silence fell. But this time, you felt his grip loosen on you.
“Why do you care so much about what he thinks?” He pulled away from you just so he was able to look at your tear-stained face.
You didn’t have an answer to his question. All you could do was stare at him quietly while you thought about what he just asked. He has a point. Why do you care so much?
“Listen here” His hands moved from your back to your shoulders, grounding you.
“I don’t care what that bastard says, alright? You’re the sweetest, kindest and most thoughtful person I’ve met. You’re strong, confident and resilient, so why are you letting someone else tell you otherwise? You see the good in everyone around you, so why can’t you see your own? Why are you questioning yourself over someone who doesn’t deserve you?”
You saw how his jaw clenched and how he grabbed your shoulders a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. He would never hurt you.
“Do you know how hard it was for me? How hard it was to see you fall in love with someone else that doesn’t deserve to even stand next to you?”
Of course he would be mad. You already expected that when he saw you at his doorstep. But, you didn’t expect his next words.
“It was so so hard to just stand back and do nothing while you crushed on him. It was so hard to not steal you away, to tell you that you don’t need him–that I’m right here. That I could treat you better than he ever could”
He was upset, but not at you. It sounded like he was upset at himself–upset that he couldn’t step in before–and now, you’re upset over someone who doesn’t deserve your tears.
“What..?”
“You deserve someone better. Someone who can treat you right. Someone who can and will be there when you need it.”
“Haji…”
Your fingers gripped his shirt tighter as you realise who he’s talking about. Who this ‘someone’ is.
“I want to be the first person you turn to, the first person who you call when something happens, the person you can rely on. It hurts seeing you run to people who want to take advantage of your kindness”
His hand slowly moved to your cheek, cupping it in his palm and wiping away whatever tears were left with his thumb.
“I want to be able to make you happy. Just like how that bastard did, but I’ll never make you feel unwanted or unloved. You know that, don’t you?”
Your hand moved and (attempted) to cover his that was on your cheek.
“Of course I know that! I just… If only I noticed sooner then-”
Before you continue your sentence, his other hand cupped your other cheek, making you look at him.
“Then, will you let me be your person? Will you let me love you, like how you should be?”
You felt your face–no–your entire body heat up, whatever coldness you felt earlier completely melted away from his words. You couldn’t help but give him a smile, eyes crinkling as you nodded enthusiastically.
A wave of relief washed over him as he saw you smile that way at him. He mirrored your smile, chuckling as he leaned in closer, only inches away from each other now.
Your breath hitched at the sudden close distance, but his thumb soothed your nerves by caressing your cheeks slowly.
“May I..?” He asked, your lips only a breath away now.
You nodded without a second thought and he closed the gap between the both of you.
You feel silly and a little blind now. How could you not have noticed him all this time? You should’ve noticed with the way he looks at you, how gently he treats you and how much he’s willing to do for you.
That’s all in the past now. Now with your lips on his and safe in his arms, you don’t have to think of that anymore. You don’t have to worry about feeling unloved or unwanted because you know that he’ll never allow that. He’s already proved it.
“So… what should our first date be?”
“Let’s get you washed up and rested before even thinking of that”
With that, he picks you up princess-style, your arms around his neck and your legs swinging as he carries you.
“Are you gonna come in with me or..?”
You saw how his ears became a little red from your teasing comment and couldn’t help but laugh at him
“Oh shut up. Just wash up so I don’t have to be your nurse if you get sick tomorrow”
“Whatever you say handsome~”
A/n woah, blue theme today? Aha i couldnt find a pink one 💔 writing this just in case i get rejected in the future
