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[popponn]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONEEE🤺✨✨

thank you so much for being kind and welcoming to me in 2023. let's try our best—in many, many things—and have a good time in 2024. wish you a good one everyone, no matter how simple or extravagant your celebration is ✨

[rafescurtainbangz]

Professor Cameron - Rafe Cameron One Shot +18

Minor DNI

Based off a prompt by @geniousbh :

Rafe x female reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: smut & language

Fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink, ownership kink, creampie, cum play, older Rafe

Lightly edited

3.1K

Taglist ♡ @imyourdaninow

Enjoy! 💕✨

"I'm so close to a C," you grumble, eyes rolling as you hold yet another Econ test between your fingers; D+ scrolled in blood-red ink. "Another fuckin' D."

"A D+, actually," your friend teases, tapping the top.

"Well, would you look at that?" You sass, readjusting yourself from your slumped state, eyes drifting ahead, matching Professor Cameron's. He represses a smile, running his palm against his lips.

"Do they do extra credit in college?" You whine, leaning into your friend, resting your head on her shoulder as you continue to sulk.

"Professor C? No fuckin' way; the guy's a hard ass."

"I don't think that's true," You look his way again, just missing his eyes. "He looks sweet," you whisper.

"He's hot as fuck," she adds, making your cheeks flush pink. "Is he married? I don't see a ring." She studies him a little further, trying to get a better look.

"Why does it matter?" You ask, narrowing your gaze on him.

"Meh. It doesn't, but it makes it easier. You said you wanted extra credit, sunshine." She wiggles her eyebrows, elbowing you playfully.

"Just tell me what you're getting at," you huff. "Class is almost over, and I need to figure this shit out."

"Jesus Christ, babe. You want extra credit. He's not married. And he already looks at you like he wants to devour you."

"Eat me?"

"If that's what you're into, or you could suck him off, I suppose," she giggles as you let out a little gasp. "Ugh... Stop clutching your pearls. If he was lookin' at me like that, he'd be blowin' my back out every day of the week."

"So, you really think he likes me?" Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you turn in his direction. He's not looking at me...

"Just give it a second," your friend breathes.

Professor Cameron thumbs through the remaining stack of tests, handing another small pile to his teacher's assistant before snagging his school bag and coffee cup. Your stomach floods with butterflies as he matches your gaze, walking toward the lecture hall steps.

"Just fucking do it," she groans. "Even if you don't get the extra credit, at least you'll get somethin' out of it."

"Something?"

"Dick... Seriously. What the fuck, girl?" 

"Stop bein' mean," you whine. 'What if he doesn't want me?"

"Sure," she laughs.

********

You walk down the hallway, heading toward the faculty offices. Wandering slowly as you skim the name plaques, searching for his.

Professor Rafe Cameron

Rafe? You bite back a nervous smile. I've never met a "Rafe" before. You lift your fist, giving the door a soft knock.

"Come in," he calls from behind it. You twist the handle; Rafe's blue eye expands slightly, along with his smile. It quickly fades. Maybe he doesn't want me here. Maybe I need to go.

"I'm sorry. I... Well, I didn't make an appointment," you babble, twirling your hair nervously.

"No - No. It's alright," he assures, the corners of his lips curling as he says the words. "Take a seat. Please." He gestures to the leather chair across from his large desk. You walk over taking a seat, smoothing your little skirt before matching his eyes. He addresses you by Miss, surprising you when he uses your last name, falling from his lips with ease. You're taken aback, frazzled at the moment that he knows you by name, out of a lecture hall full of students.

I'm clearly not an exceptional student. There are students with perfect scores in my class. Maybe he's just thoughtful. Maybe he remembers everyone's names.

"Are you alright?" He asks as he leans back in his chair slightly, adjusting in his seat.

"Umm... Just a little nervous," you let out a flighty laugh as he gives you his full attention.

"I don't bite," he smiles, crossing his arm across his broad chest. You watch as his linen shirt stretches across his strong arms. You study him a little more, taking in his features. You've never gotten to see him this close: perfectly quaffed locks, just the right amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw. He's loosened his tie since you saw him last, Rafe's top button drawn open as well, a peek of a gold chain matching his ring-adorned fingers. He guides your attention back to his eyes, using your first name this time, making your heart race.

"So, is there anything I can help you with?" He asks you again with a softer tone, just trying to pull any sort of answer out of you.

"Sorry... Umm. I'm not doing very well in your class. I just - I'm not used to doing so poorly." His eyes soften on yours as you continue to spin your sob story. "I seem to do well on my papers, but, I do really bad on my tests."

His lips tug to the side, brows knitting tight. "Well, that's because I grade your papers," he hums as he turns his swivel chair toward his computer, pulling up the gradebook. "My T.A. is on a little bit of a power trip this semester. And it does not help that you're stunning. Think someone's a little jealous," he chuckles. You feel heat spread across your cheeks as you take in his compliment. "We'll see if we can work something out."

Professor Cameron matches your smile, lingering a little while before returning to his screen. "Alright..." He takes a deep breath, squinting slightly before taking out some black glasses. "Let's see what we're workin' with." He scans the numbers, writing down a few things on a little Post-It note. "So it looks like lesson 5, 6, and 8 tests were all D's." You nod your head in acknowledgment. "Well, you can retake these if you'd like. And, I can regrade them for you; skip the middleman."

"Really?" You bubble.

"'Course," he breathes. "There's no reason those tests should be that low given what you know. I'm very impressed with your written work."

"Yeah?" You expel a sigh of relief.

"Yeah... I would bet that you could finish the course with at least a B."

"Wow, Professor Cameron. Thank you so much. At least... So, I could maybe get an A?" You smile, sweetening your tone, just playing around, doing your best to lighten the mood.

"Maybe," he chuckles, relaxing back in his chair. "I don't see why not. And we can always talk about extra credit if you'd like."

"Extra credit? That would be really nice, Professor Cameron." Your eyes fall to his thigh; two thick fingers moving ever so slightly, tracing the sleek black material, making your mind wander as you think about what he could do with his hands, if he was rough or gentle. He looks like he'd be rough.

"Yeah, extra credit," he hums; you follow his gaze, eyes lost in your cleavage, hidden slightly by your oversized jean jacket.

"What can I do for you, Professor Cameron," the words leave your lips before you can think them through. "F-For extra credit, that is," you recover quickly your cheeks shifting from a pretty blush to a deep red hue.

He fights off a smile, rapping his ringed finger against the wood desk a few times."Whatever you're comfortable with," he breathes. Rafe raises his hand, brushing away his smile just as he did in the classroom. This time, more of a smirk.

Whatever I'm comfortable with... He wants me to? Maybe?

Grabbing your jean jacket, you pull it off your shoulders, exposing your pink top, black lace peeking out."I'll do whatever it takes to get an "A," Professor Cameron."

"You will, now?" he sighs, sinking in his seat slightly, widening his thighs, making himself a little more comfortable. "You sure about that?"

"Mhmm," you breathe as you lean in closer, giving him a better view of your breasts. He lets out a sinful laugh, loosening his tie a little more than before, his icy blue eyes darkening along with yours.

"And, you'd do anything it takes to get that "A." Huh?" He mumbles as you work the satin straps over your shoulders, letting it fall around your waist.

"Anything."

"Shit," he draws out the word, snatching his glasses off his face before rising in his seat. He's tall, far taller from this angle, towering over you as he walks around the desk, designer dress shoes shuffling along the floor.

"Are you married, Professor Cameron?"

"Nah... I'm not. I'm single. And, you can call me Rafe if you'd like," he rasps, pawing his tie the rest of the way off. "Are you single? Anyone taking care of you."

"Just me," you whisper, your innocent eyes set on his.

"Just me. Huh?" He echoes. You nod as he grips the armrests of your swivel chair, towing you closer. "These boys not cuttin' it for you, princess?" You shake your head 'no'. You can see the print of Rafe's long, thick cock; pressing against his slacks. "I'm gonna take care of you." He takes hold of your chin with a heavy hand.

"Okay, Ra-" He steals your words, claiming your lips against his. Rafe catches your moan in his mouth, answering with his own. You let out a little gasp as he lifts you to your feet, bringing you closer. The two of you work on what little clothing remains between sloppy kisses, tearing it off each other's bodies until all that's left are his black boxer briefs.

Rafe groans as his rough fingers glide down your smooth skin, tracing the small of your waist, massaging and pressing your breasts together as his eyes roll back. He lifts you effortlessly, taking you into his strong arms. You hold on tight as Rafe swipes his palm across the desk, making the items tumble to the floor. He lays you on top, lips barely losing contact, kissing you roughly.

Your hands drift down his chest, journeying lower and lower. You rake your hands back up, feeling his muscles, resting on his chest, feeling his heart pound underneath. You dig your nails into his skin, making him hiss out a breath.

You feel the chill of his rings against your hot skin as he squeezes your tits, shoving them together. "Jesus fuck, baby girl," he mutters, locking down on your nipple, swirling and flicking, leaving you a whimpering mess. "You look good... So fuckin' good," he groans, running two thick fingers between your thighs, skimming your slit. "How are you so wet?" He growls.

You take in his scent, rich and delicious, amplified by the warmth of his bare skin. You reach for him desperately, pulling him to your lips as he rocks into you, thrusting languidly, stroking your aching pussy with his clothed cock. His gold chain sways, with each roll of his hips brushing against your cleavage.

"Please," you whimper, desperate for more.

"Want me to eat your pussy, angel? Hmm? Bend you over my desk?"

"Yes, Rafe. Fuck," you whimper.

He lowers himself between your legs, looping his arms under your thighs, pulling you toward his face. Rafe spreads your legs, kissing you deeply, marking you in a way that'll surely leave a bruise, teasing you as his digits slip closer. You take a grip on his sandy-blonde hair, pulling him nearer as you buck your hips, craving more friction between the two of you. Rafe breathes warmly against your clit, making you melt into the table.

"Rafe-" You beg, your words turning into a breathy cry as he plunges his tongue deeply, drawing out slowly, licking a line to your clit that has your body quaking. He sucks your bud, releasing you with a pop. Doing it again and again, leaving your thighs trembling uncontrollably. He brushes his tongue side to side on your clit, making your vision blur.

Rafe slings your legs over his broad shoulders, working deeper than before. You grip the edge of the desk; teeth clenched, muscles firing hot as you hold back your cries of pleasure. "Cum for me..." He grunts, driving his fingers into you as you nod rapidly.

"Y-Yeah," you shudder, chasing your climax as he pounds into your dripping cunt.

"Do it." Rafe curls his fingers inside of you, tension snapping as you moan his name. "Fuck... Say it again. Say my name again," he groans, looking down at you in a drunken haze as he works you through your orgasm.

"Rafe," you breathe. He slips between your legs, cleaning the mess he made with his tongue.

This - This is a man. Sure, I've been with plenty of boys, but this is divine. I can tell that he knows what he's doing: how to kiss, how to touch a woman. I need him. All of him.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he mumbles. "Anything?" He asks again as he tugs at the elastic of his boxers.

"Anything," you mewl.

"Need to be inside you," he mutters as he pulls his boxers off his body. "You want that. Don't you?"

"Yes."

He gives you a few experimental thrusts, watching you jolt in your sensitivity every time his rock-hard cock nudges your clit. You look at the slight space between the two of you, letting out a desperate moan, yearning to be filled. Rafe's long, thick dick curved toward his stomach, glistening with precum, smudging against his tight stomach with each rut.

"Fuck me," you plead.

You let out a gasp as he stuffs his cock in your pussy; hips flush with your ass, balls deep; pushing even further. "R-Rafe..." You whimper, tears running down your cheeks as you feel the pressure in your guts. 

"Goddamn..." He grunts. "You're so fuckin' tight. Shit - Pussy feels so good."

"You're so big," you whimper as you press your hand against your tummy.

"You okay? Takin' me so well..."

"Yeah. M'fine. Feels so fucking good."

"Been hopin' you'd walk in my office since the first day I saw you." He brushes your tears away with his thumbs as he kisses your lips, dick buried deep. "Who woulda thought you be such a slut for your professor. Huh?"

BANG. BANG.

"Hey, Rafe. Are you free?" His colleague yells from outside the door, causing the two of you to freeze. Rafe snares your hips, holding you in place. He draws a finger to his lips, demanding your silence.

"Wanted to see if you could look over something for me."

Rafe grinds his hips slowly, not wanting to stop, cupping your breast in his hand. He leans down, giving you a soft bite, eyes focused on yours.

"Rafe?" The male tries again, making Rafe roll his eyes in annoyance. You watch as the shadow shifts underneath the door, walking away.

"Fuck, that was close," he breathes, kissing his way up your stomach. "Come over tonight?"

"You want me to come over to your house?" You whisper as you smile against his lips.

"Need to fuck you in a bed. Want you to ride me. You want that "A." Yeah?" He asks, his voice deep and dark.

"Yes, Professor Cameron," you smile as you flutter your lashes, your angelic tone contrasting his wicked one entirely.

"You're a pretty little thing. Fuck. You're gorgeous," he praises as his swollen tip presses against your entrance, stretching you slightly, making your lips part in a soft "o." He groans as he nudges himself a little further, rocking into you nice and slow, teasing you with the first few inches and his fat cockhead.

"Rafe... Pl-" Your plea turns into a gasp as he pushes himself inside, bottoming you out completely. Your back arches off the desk, nipples grazing his chest.

Rafe thrusts at a rapid pace, skin striking skin. Knocking you deep in your core. "Such a good girl f'me," he grunts, punctuating each word with a rough thrust leaving you trembling.

You let out a moan that has him rushing to silence you, sealing your mouth with his broad palm, each muffled sound more fucked out than the last.

"You're killin' me," he mutters against your neck. "Gonna let you be real loud tonight. Alright? Gotta big fuckin' house. You can scream as loud as you want." His hand works between your thighs, brushing quickly against your clit; making you dig your nails into his shoulder blades."If I move my hand, are you gonna be a good little whore? Keep that mouth nice and quiet, f'me?"

"Yeah-"

"If you can't, I can stuff it full for you. Keep you real fuckin' quiet."

"N-No. Wanna cum... Fuck, I'm gonna-" His focus falls to the sound of your body gushing, squirting onto his cock and thighs as he continues to pound you into the wooden desk.

Your body clutches him, muscles pulsing. "That's it, baby. Fuckin' squeeze me." He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, trying his best to thrust. Rafe doesn't give you orders, simply forcing you right where he wants you. Gripping your hips, turning you a moment later, lifting your ass in the air as you take a hold of the desk. You look over your shoulder, watching as he winds up to smack your ass. Stopping himself with a smirk and a raspy laugh. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight." His voice sends chills down your spine. Rafe grips your skin tightly, bunching it up in his hand as he coaxes his dick back in.

He ruts his hips deeply, fingertips driving into the fat of your ass as his hips clap against your skin. "Rafe," you blubber, trying your best to steady yourself on whatever you can grab. You can feel his tip kiss your G-spot with each stroke, working incredibly deep.

"Almost there... Want you to cum with me," he groans.

"Let me cum. I can't-"

"You will..."

"Please-"

"M'gonna cum, baby," he grunts, hand weaving into your hair. He yanks it back, pulling your orgasm out with it, blanketing your mouth as he silences your cries. You flutter wildly around his cock as he fills you to the brim with his climax. Rafe draws out slowly, letting your releases drip from your cunt; rolling down your inner thigh. He grips his cock in his fist, collecting your shared release, swirling his tip around your entrance before stuffing it deep inside again.

"Goddamn," he mumbles. Swiveling his hips slowly, jagged breaths are heard as he continues to move, completely overstimulated but loving the feeling too much to quit. "Mmm... You're gonna ride me tonight. Bounce on me; tits in fuckin' face. This wet fuckin' pussy is mine..." He moans, already desperate for more, as he palms your soft skin.

You reach for air, doing your best to catch your breath, riding a euphoric high. "Shit... Did I get an A, Professor Cameron?" You laugh breathily.

"A" fuckin' plus, princess."

Part 2 in my masterlist 🩷

[xueyidweams]

Hi, how are you? I’m new to tumblr so I hope this isn’t a problem anyway I love first post soo much and was thinking if you could write top Lyney nfsw when he (somehow) get nose bleed while doing it 😭✨

Lyney x M!reader (NSFW)

A/N: hi sorry for no posts my chronic and mental illnesses are being a bitch. i also love tops getting nosebleeds while having sex, one of my fave tropes. hope this format is okay, its easier on me. no plot.

MDNI.

Lyney is used to getting nosebleeds. Lynette always keeps tissues with her before their shows in case he gets too nervous and it bubbles up and falls from his nose.

You never really thought that it would go beyond that, he gets nervous and overwhelming anxiety and gets a nosebleed. Okay, that's normal.

On the night of your anniversary while he was railing into you so hard your throat was starting to hurt from how much you were babbling and moaning. He knew your favorite spots, he knew every inch of your body and he made sure that you knew that too taht night.

Though his dominant and suave personality was long abandoned by his desperate whimpers about how tight you are and how good you feel wrapped around his dick- you felt something drip on your cheek.

You looked up and when you saw the sight of his nose bleeding, you felt your dick get harder than it ever was.

He halted his movements and tried to stop the gushing of the blood with his hand. "I'm so sorry lovely I- this is so embarrassing... ah-!"

He moaned in suprise when you pushed your ass onto him, fucking yourself on his dick.

"I-I'm guessing that means you like it?-"

You cupped his face and pulled him into a deep kiss, licking up the blood that stained those pretty lips.

"God, you're so pathetic it turns me on."

[btsgotjams27]

the nanny diaries ~ myg

it’s your first day at your new job, and you’re nervous about leaving your one-year-old daughter with your housemate, but he assures you, you have nothing to worry about.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the i-had-no-choice nanny ✨ pairing: yoongi x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.4k |✨ genre: fluff, cute / housemates!au |✨ rating: pg ✨ warnings: cute and wild 1yo, yoongi calls her baby girl (as a term of endearment) ✨ a/n: happy birthday my yoongiiii <3 the little human in this story is based on my chunky, monkey niece, who i love so much. enjoy my friends!

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] | ✨ next ~ the way you are

You never expected to be moving in with Min Yoongi, but you had no other choice. The two of you have been neighbors for the last five years. He'd seen you go through it all: from meeting the guy who was bad news to watching him move in, knock you up and then leave. He warned you plenty of times, but like the stubborn woman you are, you didn't listen.

“Yoongi, are you sure you can watch her today? I can call out of work if you can’t,” you asked, trying to catch Ara, who kept running away from your grasp. Her newfound discovery of walking kept you busy, along with you trying to ensure she didn’t break any of Yoongi’s expensive music equipment.

Yoongi’s lips thinned into a straight line. He didn’t want to be a jerk and say no. He knew how difficult it was to ask for help, let alone trust someone to watch Ara. He understood that you’d do anything to protect her. So, he wanted to ease the burden in any way he could.

“You can’t call out of work. It’s your first day.”

“I know–but I’m sure my boss would understand.”

He picked Ara up, setting her on his hip, his arm tightly holding her. He looked at the chunky monkey, “We’re gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” This was a way to convince himself. He didn’t have much interaction with children besides when he was one. Today would be very interesting, he thought.

Ara shrieked at the top of her lungs, squirming to escape Yoongi’s grasp. The two of you blinked and made a face at the noisy baby. You knitted your brows, unconvinced that Yoongi really had it under control. You pulled out your phone, ready to dial your boss’ number. “I’m–just gonna call out.”

Yoongi walked to you, pushing the phone away. “If I have any questions, I promise I’ll call you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I got this,” he encouraged while Ara continued to wobble on her two little feet, shrieking as she ran around him. “See–she’s excited.”

You had to let go at one time or another. You couldn’t be jobless forever. You needed a way to provide for your little Ara, and Yoongi had already given so much to the two of you. So, the least you could do was make money and get out of his hair. “Okay,” you sighed, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “If you need anything, anything. I’m only a phone call away.”

“Okay, baby girl–please be good for Uncle Yoongi. I’ll be back later. I love you.”

Yoongi practically had to kick you out of the apartment, but finally, you were out of the door and on your way to work.

“Ara, we have to run some errands today. It’s time to pick out your outfit,” Yoongi grabbed two shirts - one pink with flowers and the other purple with stars and set them on the table in front of him and Ara. She tilted her head, hands pounding the table, staring at the options before her little chubby hands grabbed the purple star shirt, babbling away. “Good choice. Now onto your pants.”

He laid out black leggings and soft blue jeans. “What do you think, Ara? I personally like the black leggings, but it’s your outfit, not mine.” She began to squirm while in his lap, taking blue jeans along with her. “Blue jeans it is.”

After getting Ara dressed, it was now Yoongi’s turn. Like earlier, he laid out two options on his bed, and like clockwork, Ara came wobbling and babbling away into Yoongi’s room. He picked her up, setting her on the bed. “Which one do you like?” he asked, pointing to one option, then the other.

“Ah-bu. Ah-bu,” Ara cooed, clapping her hands, a wide smile spanning across her face, then she hid her eyes with her tiny hands.

“Are we playing peek-a-boo?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile. Who knew this little human could make him smile? He covered his eyes. “Where’s Ara?” He looked at her, and she mimicked him, hiding again. “Silly girl. Come on, help me pick.”

She threw herself back on the pile consisting of a black hoodie, a simple white tee, and jeans. “Just what I was thinking.”

Thankfully, the grocery store wasn’t busy since it was still early in the morning, but Ara was definitely a handful. He had to give it to you, being able to keep up with her. He didn’t envy you one bit, but it did make him earn more respect for you.

He brought everything he could think of to keep Ara busy–her favorite bunny plush and a soft, squeaky book. His last resort would be playing Cocomelon on his phone, but he couldn’t stand the endless nursery rhymes of the pale cartoon child.

“Ba-ba-ba.”

Yoongi continued shopping for a few items off his list as Ara babbled away, violently squeezing the squeaky book in her hands. He grabbed a cake and put it in his cart, and then Ara decided to throw the book back, hitting him in the face. “Aye–” he uttered, rubbing his cheek. “Baby girl–this is how you lose things,” he chuckled, grabbing the book and handing it back to her.

Ara resumed pounding the squeaky book and then threw herself back, sticking her tongue out. Yoongi stared at her. Babies are so weird, he thought.

“Oh my gosh. Is this your baby? She’s so cute!” 

“No–uh–” He was unsure how to explain the situation between you and him.

“It’s so nice to see a man caring for his baby. Mommy is a lucky one, isn’t she?” The woman directed the last comment toward Ara, tickling her side, in which Yoongi pushed the cart away from her. Is this what parents with cute children always have to deal with? Strangers coming up and trying to touch their children?

“Has the bar gotten so low for men or something?” The woman stood straight, taken aback by his words. “Why are men praised for doing the bare minimum? I’m literally pushing her in a cart.”

The woman mumbled an apology and went on her way. He didn’t mean to come across as blunt, but he couldn’t help but notice the plethora of women giggling and smiling when he had Ara. He shook his head in disgust and scoffed, “Bet if your mom were pushing you, it’d be completely different, huh?”

“Yoongi–” you cried out, plugging your ears when you walked through the door. The rap music could be heard from down the hallway, and you wondered who was playing it so loud. You should’ve known it was your roommate. “Why are you blasting rap music right now?”

He brought his pointer finger to his lips, trying to shush you, then pointed to the sleeping baby on his shoulder. He shuffled toward you, hoping he wouldn’t wake up Ara. “Cocomelon wasn’t working, so I had to put on something, and this finally calmed her down.”

You deadpanned. “Big Poppa by Notorious B.I.G. calmed her down?”

“Hey–don’t question Biggie,” he grinned, then shuffled backward, dancing to the song. “I love it when you call me big poppa, throw your hands in the air if you’s a true player.” He threw his arm up, grooving to the beat.

You smiled and shook your head. You couldn’t help but sing along too, and then you looked over at the dinner table, and there sat a cake with cats decorated on top. “Oh my god–Yoongi, is it your birthday?” He nodded, his head nestled against Ara’s. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “It’s whatever. I don’t really care, but my mom ordered this cake and insisted I celebrate it.”

“Here, let me take Ara so you can enjoy your cake,” you stated, holding your arms out for your baby girl.

But Yoongi refused. “I got it. She might wake up if I transfer her to you.”

Jeez–when did Yoongi get so good at this?

He walked into your room, gently setting her in the crib beside your bed. He shushed her as he stepped back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. Ara let out a big sigh before turning on her side. Whew, he thought. Crisis averted.

“Everything good?” He nodded yes, setting the baby camera on the table beside you. The two of you watched Ara sleeping peacefully. “Thanks again for watching her.”

Yoongi grinned. “Anytime.”

✨ next ~ the way you are

[starleska]

Omg your Wally headcanons are ✨!!!

Could you maybe write how Wally would react to a neighbor that is prone to fainting?

d'aww thank you very much sweet anon, that means a lot!! 🥰 oh yes, i'd love to - what a sweet idea!! i hope you don't mind that i've taken some liberties with describing the fainting condition - my apologies if they don't match up to your experience if you're prone to fainting yourself 💖

Wally Darling x a Reader Prone to Fainting headcanons

⭐ you're always a little embarrassed to admit you're prone to fainting. although you know it's a legitimate medical condition that can leave you seriously hurt (and it has!), you can't help but feel burdensome to those around you - especially if you're asking them to remove a fainting trigger. no one is ever nasty about it - but sometimes, you feel their pity hits just as hard as a bad word. because of this, when you first move to Wally's neighbourhood and meet your colourful new friends, it takes you a while to open up about your fainting. they're all such vibrant, kind people, you have to brace yourself for what you're sure will be a sickeningly sympathetic reaction 😷 ⭐ but when you tell Wally about your condition, he reacts in an unexpected way. a wide smile stretches across his face, and he laughs, not unkindly. "ha ha ha! that's interesting." baffled, you ask him if he's making fun of you. he shakes his head, and says simply, "your brain gets too excited by the world, so it has to go to sleep. i think that's wonderful." Wally's words stick with you for the rest of the day, and you can't help grinning to yourself when you think about your strange new friend's worldview. he always manages to find a way to turn the most difficult situation into an opportunity for learning 😊 ⭐ the first time you faint in front of him, Wally saves your life. your fainting triggers are wide and varied: standing up too quickly, certain smells, strong emotions. however, your most common trigger is low blood sugar - if you don't eat enough or at the right times, you're sure to go down like a sack of bricks. the day was roasting, and yourself, Wally and the rest of the neighbourhood were having a blast with water balloons, super soakers, and all manner of gizmos to try and beat the heat. in all the fun, you'd totally forgotten to eat, but you stubbornly ignored the warning signs (nausea, seeing lights, etc.). when Barnaby and Julie tried to pull you back into their game of water tag, you told them you're just going to take a moment and sit in the paddling pool. you take your seat in the water, hoping that the coolness will help calm your nervous system...but then you feel your consciousness slip 👀 ⭐ the next thing you know, Wally pulls you, coughing and spluttering, from the water. you're shocked - Wally is normally so relaxed and talks with a slow, steady kind of ease, but now he's babbling, desperately trying to get you to focus on him and tell him your name. thankfully, you'd only been passed out for a moment; Wally saw you go under and rushed into action immediately. by the time everyone returns from their game, Wally already has you wrapped up snugly in a towel, and insists to the others that they continue having fun while he gets you home safely. from that moment on, Wally always keeps a close eye on you and looks out for your triggers. he makes sure to remind you to eat - and keeps a few spare snacks around, just in case 💖 this was an interesting prompt indeed!! i hope it's to your liking, anon 🥰💖

[thewritetofreespeech]

Realising that they are in love headcanons for Adrian Tepes and Hector from Castlevania

Thank you 💖✨

Before the ‘catastrophe’ Adrian would be sweet & shy. Trying to figure out the best way to go about this, while also being a gentleman.

After…his opinion on love has changed.

Of course he still wants to be a gentleman, but he’s afraid to fall in love.

Love, this obsession with another, led his father to madness that he was willing to burn the world for. He’s not sure he wants that.

He also doesn’t think he can be casual like Trevor, so his options are to be alone and get over.

It would have to be incredibly slow to make sure he is comfortable with this change. And he doesn’t want to scare you off either.

Slow, but mostly because Hector is too thick to get it.

He honestly wouldn’t be able to tell he was in love, or you were in love with him, unless someone told him.

His experience with love is on the opposite end of what Alucard experienced: love is a curse that binds people who will use to one another until they burn up.

Hector doesn’t even realize that love can be gentle, and one built out of respect, so he just thinks he’s ‘incredibly fond of them’.

Once he realizes he’s in love, he’ll be completely helpless and fumbling all over the place. Nervous for no reason and babbling whenever he has to say 4 words to them.

He is incredibly earnest though. So he will never stop trying to push through his nerves, and try to be a good partner for them.

[hakubunii]

HC for Baka Trio and Souji when their partners have trouble taking dick.

✨You know what? I’m actually so fucking glad you asked anon!! I also ended up adding general nsfw hcs to bc,if I’m anything, I’m someone who goes overboard! This ask had me giggling and throwing my phone down. Get ready bc this one’s kind of long, no pun intended.✨

Hakuouki Boys With a Partner Having Trouble “Taking It”

Heisuke- First off, he’s very flattered and it secretly gives him an ego boost that his partner is having a hard time getting him in there. It must mean his junk’s big, right? (Yeah, IK that this is not always the case.) But then he gets a little freaked out that he’s hurting them and wants to stop immediately. He’s, like, actually distraught that he even had the slightest chance of hurting his lovebug. It takes a lot of coaxing from his partner for him to even try to have sex with them again. The problem could be that he’s a bit inexperienced and is having a tough time himself putting it in rather than his partner taking it. Either way, he’s like “OMG, I’m horrible in bed and they will never want to sleep with me again”. If it’s a him thing and he gets the hang of it, the whole issue is completely forgot about because…well…he’s got other priorities once it’s in. As for the partner struggling to accept him, he gets really nervous about it and almost needs more coaxing to put it in than his loved one who’s taking it. He probably confides into one of his bros for advice, and honestly? I think he’s probably a very good listener and fast learner about this kind of thing so he might be more capable after that. He likes when his partner gives him instructions bc, in the end, it will make things better for them. He can definitely be gentle- I mean, one of his quotes is literally “I’ll be gentle with you…” or something. This happens a lot throughout the whole shabang but he kisses his partner all over and is very vocally appreciative of their efforts. He probably says stuff like (and oh lord this kind of thing flusters me lmao): “I love you so much!” “thank you!” “You’re doing so good!” “You’re so beautiful/pretty/hot/tight/warm/wet/ect” “you feel so good.” He also just kind of babbles incoherently, too enthralled with you to make any kind of sense at all. Bro’s loud and obvious when he’s going to town. He’s actually been scolded a few times for getting carried away and annoying everyone. He just gets so excited, he doesn’t know how to keep quiet. He’s the same way with leaving marks- it’s like he’s so into it, he doesn’t even realize he’s left like a million hickies on you. If you scold him, he’ll try to have some self restraint and this will naturally improve with time. Real big on “Do you need me to hold you’re hand?” If they seem like their struggling. Speaking of the aforementioned size thing, I think he’s like…probably above average, not gigantic or anything but enough for someone to be like “….huh, would you look at that. 😳” If his partner was also inexperienced, it might take them a while to fit him in. He’s also like a damn jackrabbit in bed- has lots of stamina and gets a “little” too excited and just starts going ape shit in you. His body just naturally wants to do things a bit faster and that kind of reflects in the bedroom. He kind of does everything in excess and is slightly impatient about sex- he’ll wait or take it slow but his body is like “for the love of God, let me freak out up in this bitch” and that’s hard for him to restrain himself. If you look at him and tell him to “go nuts” he will absolutely take that chance to. When this happens and he’s done with you, you’re kind of just sat up there in bed while he’s asleep, dumbfounded, covered in marks, hair destroyed, and probably full of his…you know. (For those who can get pregnant) You think to yourself “If I keep indulging him, I’m bound to be with child by next Spring.”

Shinpachi- Oh…..That’s not good. He almost doesn’t even notice until he glances down and realizes that he’s not even in there. It’s a little embarrassing for some reason. He’s still super chill about it, why would he be upset with you over such a thing when you allowed him to sleep with you. He’s very strong so he kind of just picks you up, bends you, or holds you in every which way, trying to figure out what position will help get it in there. He’s a big fan of taking it from behind or hoisting you up and taking you like that (reverse cowgirl in the air anyone?) He’s actually pretty reassuring about the whole thigh, understanding that this is something that happens and that he’s a big guy. He makes sure to bring something that will help him fit in you better next time you’re alone. He’ll probably start calling you little lady/Little guy- referring to your entrance. He does kind of brag about you having trouble accepting him inside of you but he’s also big on “kissing and telling” to his close friends, much to their dismay. Like his hair pulled. A big fan of when his partners fan the flames of his ego. He can get super rough and he makes note to stop certain behaviors if it’s too much for you. He’s pretty loud but will shut up for once if your on top riding him. He’s too mesmerized to say anything- he just stares at you, mouth open, and eyes wide. Hell pull you into him to sit on his lap a lot. HE HATES A MF SUIT but he’ll wear it with pride if you tell him he looks hot in it. Likes doing it drunk- or honestly any other time, he’s just extra thirsty when inebriated and will either send tons of intimate pictures or just can’t keep his hands off you. Like when you sit on his face, a lot…like he gets real sloppy doing it and you’re like “you slut…” Kind of likes partners a bit more chubby with a filler figure, likes the way it jiggles and how squeezable it is. Big fan of ass, tummy’s, and thighs. He’ll grope you in public if he thinks he can get away with it. Don’t bother wearing a sexy outfit for him, he’ll take one look at you and rip it off.

Sanosuke- I hope you like praise and affirmations! Also? It’ll take you by surprise but he’ll dirty talk you like a mf. Like, it’s almost too much and really gets you flustered. Really into being called Daddy in bed. He’s pretty considerate though and often will read you to figure out what things you like so he can use it to his advantage later. He’s pretty good at reading folks in general and will use that just to figure you out. He takes notes of things that flusters you or turns you on throughout the day- really determined to know what makes you tick.

As for the “trouble taking it” thing, he’s very calm about this, positioning you in different way, gently trying to get you to accept him. He figures it could be a number of reasons: his size, your angle, is it lubricated enough, are you excited enough, or even if you’re just a bit too nervous. He’s actually kind of an angel how patient he is about the whole thing. Instead of trying to force it in, he’s more concerned about going in when your body is ready. he’s dealt with this problem a few times and has a good amount of confidence to tackle it. Until you two can figure out this conundrum, he’ll please you in other ways. He has no qualms about just laying you down somewhere and focusing only on making you feel good. He’s got a mouth and hands, after all.This is why your little problem won’t last for long to be honest. Once he finally gets it partially in, he’ll be very deliberate and gentle about sliding the rest of himself deep in you. He’ll take notice in your discomfort and ask if you’d like to continue. If you say ‘yes’, he’ll instruct you to take deep breaths as he fills you completely, modeling them for you by going “Breath in, breath out”. It’s surprisingly soothing. He wants to make sure you feel calm and comfortable while the two of you make love and will hold your hand if that’s what it takes. He offers a lot of praise for how well you’re doing accepting him, how brave you are, what a good girl/boy/lover you are and how proud he is of you. It’s really hot too lmao. He knows he’s got it going on and uses his confidence in that to his advantage, playing your body like a fiddle.

He does NOT want to share you at all and is willing to beat the hell out of anyone who puts their hands on you. He trusts you and is confident in you but he still hates when men stare at you for too long. (This is for people who have babies) If you’re in the throngs of passion and happen to mention something along the lines of “Put a baby in me” “get me pregnant” or “Wait. You’re going to get me pregnant”, he will make absolute certain you’ll be carrying his baby in the next couple weeks.

Souji- Boy….He’s a tease. If you were having trouble accepting him, I think he might be a little alarmed at first. He’s pretty smart, so he’ll figure it out, but there’s just a few minutes where he’s perplexed and annoyed with himself. Despite how sexy and playful he can be, you’re surprised to discover that he doesn’t really have any experience. He might even have less experience with women in general than Heisuke. He hadn’t been interested in them before you- women or sex. He eventually gets it in there and lets out what almost sounds like a sigh of relief to you. He likes being touchy-feely with you, mostly enjoying when you were affectionate with him. He’s got an iron will so you can’t really tell if he’s close or not, not until he tells you at least. He actually prefers to use his hands with you anyhow. He teases you relentlessly. He loves making fun of the faces and sounds you make. He’ll probably bring it up long afterwords. He loves sneaking secret touches when he’s supposed to be focusing on daily tasks, sneaking a kiss when no one is looking, always touching you, his hand accidentally brushing the small of your back when he’s passing you. Calls you “little kitten” affectionately much to your dismay. He knows you like it. In modern AU, he’s constantly sending you scandalous pictures at inappropriate times. Really reallly leans into the cat theme, often getting you cat ears and various cosplays that he expects you to wear for him- sometimes asking if you’d wear them in public. You refuse. He almost becomes one of those discord mods. He adores taking pictures of you wherever you are: On the train, at school, the grocery store, sometimes while you’re doing it- actually a lot of the times you’re doing it. He just likes being able to look at you later. God help, anyone who scrolls too far in his gallery, they might actually be met with something unbecoming.

(now back to either modern or original time period) He’ll torture you with either nonstop orgasms or will edge you until you beg him to cum. He likes watching you squirm. You look cute when your begging, red faced, with tears rolling down your face. Saying all kinds of embarrassing, filthy things to you as he does so. He likes hearing you say his name, more so when your pleading. He’s a bit of a sadist in and out of the bedroom. As long as you’re overstimulated, he’s happy. Don’t worry though, he is a big fan of when you’re in control and take what’s yours too. Maybe even more so than when he’s tormenting you.

[pumpkzsafeplace]

friend application: pumpkin 🎀☁️

⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅

since i have made quite a cosy space i thought i’d do a friends post n try and make some new friends! ☁️

⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅

-> name: tee 🌱

-> nicknames: bun, pumpkin, teelee, anything cute really ✨

-> big age: 23 🐰.

-> located: UK 🪴

-> little age: undecided & still learning 🎀.

-> likes: the forest 🌳, fluffy cows 🐮, coca cola 🥤, sweeties/candies 🍭, cute dresses 👗, video games 🎮, wicca ✨, k-pop 🎵, plushies 🧸, music 🎼, tea 🫖, cartons 📺 & others i can’t think of right now

-> dislikes: spiders 🕷️, clowns 🤡, the dark :<, loud noises, bugs 🐜.

-> three cute things about me 🍃

1. i may be small but i will defend you & protect you no matter what 🧡.

2. i babble a lot when i’m nervous 🍄

3. i will always steal you an extra cookie 🍪.

-> platforms we can speak on: tumblr, snapchat & discord 💻.

-> other things about me 🌙

i am autistic, so communicating with new people is hard but i’m really trying to give it a go✨ i also suffer with BPD which isn’t fabulous but i’m healing slowly! 🧡.

⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅

if you like what you read, let’s be friends n stay up late at night watching cartoons! ✨ if you’re a little nervous to pop up first, send a 💌 to my ask box n i’ll pop up 🧡.

- okay byeee ☁️🍼🌙

⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅ ୨ ♱ ୧ ⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅⏝̅

[connorsjorts]

thank you for tagging me @sweeteatercat and @rk800-is-hot-change-my-mind !

no bingo for me :(

because i enjoy reading people's comments on these things:

does it count as unbeta’d if only like 25% of it got a second look? mall santa was the first thing I ever finished and was too scared for anyone to read it before posting so mr jorts beta’d the first chapter for me but he was nervous about the smut so didn’t go any further lol (oh my sweet summer child. he has read everything i’ve written since)

literally everything i’ve ever written is self-indulgent

i don’t love researching, but i do it. i have learned more about mall santas than i ever wanted to know

outlining makes things harder for me (hence my struggles with my bb fic ladkja.) i like to discover the story as i go along. but i do plan out the character arcs beforehand to keep myself on track

people who draw fanart for fics are angels who walk among us and i owe them my life

in addition to my bb fic I have 12k of an eventually 75k human!connor/human!hank/HK800 fic written that i genuinely really love 😭 i am determined to finish it someday. yes hank jerks off in his car in this one too

i edit as i go, so it’s relatively painless for me

i am baffled that any of my fics have gotten any attention at all

i use the words “professional writer” extremely loosely. i know from experience that i hate making art for money but also this is the only thing I’m good at. i do know i want to spend my life telling stories

thanks for reading my babbles! idk who’s done this already so if you want to do it consider yourself tagged 💖✨ 

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[genevra-von-krolock]

Hi, could you possibly write a Saru story where the two, Saru and the reader, possibly come together after ages, after it's actually obvious that they really 'like' each other and share some sweet moments?

Thank you ^~^

First, I’m so sorry that it took me so long but i have problems with my wrists. I took the liberty of writing Saru x OC instead of reader, but I hope you like it anyway and thanks so much for the ask @jokatsuya !

Crossposted to my AO3

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💙When flowers bloom💙

Saru watched as the glittery swirls of the transporter faded into nothingness and the body of a woman appeared. He may have not seen her since their academy days but she looked exactly the same as she had back then. Small, barely reaching his belly button and curvy. Kind green eyes peeked out from long red hair that hung down in soft waves around her round face. She smiled up at him and Saru reached out his hand to guide her down from the transporter pad.

“It is a pleasure to see you again after such a long time, Sarah!” She clasped his hand in her small ones and her smile was radiant. “And you are as sweet as ever, my dear Saru!” At that, he blushed (could a Kelpien actually blush?) and stammered a few unintelligible words down to her. He gathered his bearings and together, they strote out of the transporter room.

“Would you like something to eat first? You must have had a long day.” Smiling, she nodded her head. “Yes, that would be marvelous! Lead the way, sweetheart!”

Again, he blushed and looked around if somebody had heard them. Thankfully, the corridors were empty and the unlikely pair continued on to the mess hall.

The doors swooshed open to grant them access and Saru stirred them to a nearby table. Gracefully, he folded his long legs under the furniture which prompted Sarah to laugh at him. “Just like back at the academy. You always looked like Snowwhite sitting in the kitchen of the seven dwarfs!” Curiously, he tilted his head.

“Who’s Snowwhite? And who are the seven dwarfs? Isn’t it really mean to insult someone because of his bodily features?” At that, Sarah could only giggle more and more.

“That’s a human fairy tale. I’ll tell you about it sometime later, dear.” Again, she called him a term of endearment but Saru found that he didn’t mind. “That would be most appreciated. Do you want to order something? What do you want to eat? You must be famished!” His tendency to babble when being nervous only made him more endearing to her but she opted not to tell him that so as not to embarrass him further.

“I think I’ll go with some sushi.” He nodded and went to a replicator to order their food.

After a few seconds, he came back, balancing a tray on his large hands.

“Here you go.” He placed her plate full of little sushi rolls in front of her and put a cup of what appeared to be tea and a small bowl on his side of the table.

He picked up the little salt shaker he brought along and poured a generous amount of it into his tea. When he absentmindedly stirred it around with a spoon, he looked to Sarah, who had picked up a pair of chopsticks and slowly balanced a maki roll on them to her mouth. “I could never understand why raw fish wrapped in some kind of leaf is so appealing to you humans. Not when nearly every meat you consume is cooked.”

Chewing, she smirked, swallowed her food and put her chopsticks down. “Well it’s not meat, it’s fish. It has to be raw, otherwise it would not be sushi. Picking up another small roll, she contemplated him as he took a large gulp of his tea but frowned and poured more salt into it. Accusingly, she pointed one of her chopsticks at him. “But drowning your tea in salt is better? If he still had his treat ganglia, it would have been shaking and flaring at her tone but he knew that she didn’t mean it like that.

“I suppose each species has their unique preferences.” Smiling, he picked up a small blueberry out of his bowl and popped it into his mouth.

“I see that one thing also hasn’t changed. Still stuffing yourself full of berries. Do you remember when we used to have little picnics in the park and I fed them to you ?”

Embarrassed, he gazed down at the table.

“Yes of course. Those are some of my fondest memories of our Academy days together.” That was an understatement. He took great pleasure in being fed by her and she knew that. It always made him feel safe and loved when his peers always made it their mission to make him feel like an abomination, a freak.

Mischievously, she picked up some berries and held them in front of his mouth. He put down his mug of tea and instinctively opened his mouth to accept the tiny blue fruit. When Saru noticed what he had done, he blushed a deep red and hurriedly looked around if someone had seen this. Sure as hell, some crewmembers were staring at the pair curiously, some even snickered.

Sarah noticed his red face and grinned from ear to ear. “What would you say if we took this to a more private place, my dear?” Abruptly, he took her by a hand and nearly dragged her out of the mess hall. Sarah could barely snatch up the small bowl of blueberries and tried to keep up with his long strides as he hurried to a nearby turbo lift.

“Saru..-what…?” When the doors of the lift shut, she looked deep into his eyes.

“Are you alright?” Saru raised his hand to tenderly stroke one of her long curls behind her ear. Now it was her turn to blush. “Yes, of course! I was just taken aback by our quick exit.” Smirking up at him, she copied his actions and stroked his cheek.

Humming quietly, Saru turned his cheek into her warm hand.

“I must apologise, it was not my intention to frighten you.”

“What was your intention, then?”, she asked rather playfully and put her other hand also on his cheek so that her hands now framed his face.

Embarrassed, he lowered his gaze but she turned it up again with one of her fingers.

“I..I just wanted to be somewhere more private with you where my crewmates wouldn’t be able to spy on us. There’s something I need to tell you, something I was meaning to talk to you about for a long time. “Ohh, well if that’s the case then you will hear no complaint from me!” Suddenly, as if by command, the doors opened with a swoosh and Saru took her by her hand and lead her along the corridors. They turned left and walked almost to the end of the hall when Saru stopped in front of a silvery door.

He keyed in his code and gestured to her to enter his quarters. When she stepped into his rooms, she immediately noticed the humid air that seemed to emanate from the ceiling. Nervously, he stepped around her and tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. “Oh my…! Saru, this is magnificent! What..how??” Sarah was at a loss for words as she marvelled at all the different flowers, seedlings and blossoms around her. She felt as if she had stepped into a forest straight out of a fairytale.

“I like to keep my quarters like this. It reminds me of my homeworld and the Captain was kind enough to grant me this freedom. Do you like it?” “Like it? It’s breathtaking!”

She smiled from ear to ear as she carefully brushed her hand over a small blue flower. The petals were soft as silk on her skin and when she smelled it, a very heavy aroma, not unlike lavender, wafted to her. A small smile took its place on Sarus face as he guided her to his with grass covered bed.

“So, what was it that you wanted to tell me so urgently that you kidnapped me into your own, privat forest?”, she giggled as she noticed his look of embarrassment.

“Please, stop looking at me like that. I was only messing with you. You know that, right?” “Of course! I’m sorry, I just can’t help it.” He took her small hands in his bigger ones and tenderly stroked her skin there. After taking a deep breath, he looked into her eyes.

“I..I…When we first met on the campus back at the academy, I was simply mesmerised by your sheer happinesses and love for life. You accepted me for who I am and didn’t make me feel like the tall, uneasy alien that everyone else saw in me. You were genuinely interested in my being. You made me feel safe, like I could talk to you about anything at any time, and you still make me feel that.

Over the course of the next few years, these feelings only got deeper and I came to cherish every single moment with you. Just before our graduation, I noticed that these feelings run deeper than normal friendship but I was too afraid to tell you.” At that, he shamefully lowered his gaze down and picked at the grass that covered his bed.

Sarah had been silent during his speech but was now looking with all the love she could convey into his eyes. “Why were you so afraid to tell me, love?”, were the only words she could utter. “I..I didn’t want to ruin everything in case you didn’t feel the same. Our friendship was simply too precious to me.” She smiled tenderly at him.

“You could never ruin what we have! You are my Saru! My precious, tall, kind and sometimes utterly adorable Saru!” With that, she leant up into his face and kissed him square on the lips. Surprised, Saru fell down on the mossy bed and took her with him.

They exchanged some tender kisses and just basked in each other and their newfound love. When Sarah laid her head on his chest, he tenderly stroked her back and held her to him. Together, they lay there till both of them dozed off.

The bowl of blueberries stood forgotten on the small table in the entryway.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hi!! I’m not sure whether your requests are open & if so, if this fits your rules (if not, feel free to ignore it!! :D)

I just wanted to request a fluff/comfort oneshot where an injured/unconscious xiao is found by beidou & the crux and wakes up on the ship ✨ and beidou being the mom she is and insisting that he gets treatment and rests till he feels better and xiao just feeling uncomfortable with the attention but can’t leave since they are in the middle of the sea and he is too weak to teleport LMAO

This is not a ship or anything, I just wanted to see these characters interact ahh

Again, if you don’t have time for requests rn or feel uncomfortable writing it, just ignore it!!

Hope you’re having a great day!!

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Thanks for the request Daisy Anon! (I hope you don’t mind me calling that since you signed off with a daisy emoji… If you do, just say so!) I typically only write reader-insert fics since reader serves as a bit of a crutch for me, but upon reading your request I felt bad since you couldn’t find my rules post. That is completely my bad, so here you are, a Xiao and Beidou platonic fic as requested as my form of apology. I’m also going to add a link to my rules post to both of my masterlists so no one else has trouble. I hope you enjoy! Fic is under the cut.

Type: Fluff/platonic

Word count: 997

An Adeptus at Sea - Beidou and Xiao (Platonic)

Beidou crossed her arms as she looked down at the boy who lay, curled up in pain and passed out. Her crew stood uncharacteristically timid behind her, “Captain, are you sure?  He’s covered in weird black stuff. It looks-”

“It looks like he’s in pain and needs help,” Her one visible eye flashed slightly as she looked up at her crew members. She couldn’t blame for feeling nervous about the strange boy who was indeed leaking what looked to be black smoke. But she also wasn’t about to leave him defenseless and in pain, “Come on, let's get him to the ship and treat him.”

And that was how the young boy who currently lay in the room not far from hers came to be on the Alcor. Beidou didn’t know who he was or what had happened to him. Only that he’d quite obviously been in such incredible pain that he’d passed out. 

He was a bit of a mystery, the young boy who practically oozed evil-looking black smoke. Which was why Beidou didn’t waste any time getting to him when she was called from below deck, “Captain! He’s awake!”

When she  got there a crew member was already babbling on to the boy. His head was poked through the door as he spoke and he didn’t stop till she hauled him out by his head. 

“Leave the kid alone. He only just woke up. And get back to work,” She chuckled slightly as her crewmate scurried off. Leaving her and their passenger alone, with only a wave thrown back over his shoulder at her.

Stepping into the room, she fully expected to see a weakened young boy who would no doubt be timid and filled with nervous questions. What she found instead was her passenger standing, arms crossed and a scowl on his face as soon as she entered the room, “Where am I?”

He didn’t look like he’d been injured at all. In fact, he looked perfectly fine, especially with that annoyed look on his face.

Beidou was proud to say she barely missed a beat. Crossing her own arms and leaning against the doorframe as she spoke, “My ship, The Alcor. We found you injured and passed out so we brought you here to recover.”

He let out a sound suspiciously similar to a scoff and looked off to the side before speaking once more. His tone slightly less annoyed this time, “You’re the one that defeated Haishan.”

She chuckled at his almost accusatory statement, “So you know about that and know who I am. You’re well informed. Mustn’t have been too badly hurt either if you can remember that of all things.”  

  Despite her amused words Beidou couldn’t help remembering the black smoke that had swirled around him in an almost mocking way as he’d writhed in pain on the ground. To be able to endure pain like that….

Unbidden a memory flashed through her mind. That Lantern Rite when she and the crew hadn’t been able to get into port till after the festivities had ended. She’d seen a young boy’s form floating in the air over Guyun forest. An Adepti….

Eyeing the boy in front of her she couldn’t help but see the similarities between him and that form. Both were fairly short and slender, and that odd smoke did remind her of that silent guardian from that night. If he were an Adepti that would explain how he was in such good shape already when he’d been so injured.

“Are we near the harbor? I’ve been away too long,” The boy’s rough tone drew her out of her thoughts and back to the matter at hand.

“Sorry kid. We’re in the middle of the sea, nowhere near the harbor and it’ll be a few days before we get there,” She watched his reaction silently. 

The way his fist clenched in irritation and his gold eyes flashed in a slightly inhuman way that only made her feel more strongly about her growing hypothesis.

“What’s your name?” At her gentle question his eyes snapped over to her. That was an intense stare if there had ever been one. Beidou had just reached her second conclusion about this boy. Despite his small stature she did not want to get on his bad side.

“Xiao,” He said his name almost like it was a warning. Beidou just didn’t know what the warning was for.

“Alright then, Xiao. I’ll see what we can do about getting you home a little faster. But till then you just stay and get rested and recovered.”

Gold eyes held her gaze and he looked like he was going to fight. But as she watched him weighing and judging both her and his options  she saw him slowly give way until he at last sighed, “Fine.”

Beidou outright grinned at him, earning herself a strange look from Xiao, “I knew you  were the good sort. Don’t worry kid, we’ll be pulling into harbor in no time. Till then you might as well enjoy the seafaring experience.”

Xiao looked startled at her sudden exuberance and she let out a chuckle, “What? Surprised?” “I-” He stopped letting out a slight huff of what sounded irritation, “You’re a strange being to try to comprehend.”

Oh, she could feel it already. She was going to enjoy having this possible Adeptus on board her ship.

 She walked towards him, hesitating briefly when he took a single step backwards, eyeing her warily.

 “Don’t think about it too hard kid, everyone has their low points in life,” She stopped in front of him and let her hand rest on his head and watched as his gold eyes went wide with surprise.

 A small part of her pondered his reactions. It was almost like he wasn’t used to being touched. Her smile softened as she looked at him just before she continued, “Maybe I just want to steer those who are lost back towards a brighter future.”