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azsazz · 9 months

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Body and Soul

Vampire!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon req: "Okay but imagine vamp Az fucking you from behind in front of a mirror but you can’t see his reflection, only the way your body is shaking from the way he’s making you feel, moaning in your ear about how pretty you look taking his cock, making you watch yourself orgasm again and again and again"

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, mirror sex, overstimulation, cnc, fingering, oral (F receiving), powerplay, dubcon.

Word Count: 2,974

Notes: Your honor I love him

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“Did you think he could fuck you better than I can, or were you just trying to upset me?” Azriel’s voice is like gravel against your skin. His hands are planted firmly on your hips, holding you to his body with such an ease that if you hadn’t known he had immortal strength, you’d be slipping right out your cracked bedroom door and dashing for the buttery light creeping into your room.

Your heart is so loud, beating so frantic, so harsh, that you’re afraid it might just jumpstart Azriel’s in his chest behind you.

It wasn’t your fault that the other vampires of his clan had taken an interest in you. You were one of the few females to attend this evening, and you were definitely the only human. They could probably scent you from the hall, across the acres separating their homes as you arrived with the shadowsinger. If Azriel hadn’t wanted them to talk to you, to flirt with you, he shouldn’t have brought you along.

Of course, it’s your fault.

Your fault for smiling at the golden skinned, bright haired male from Adriata, your fault for plucking a grape off of a skewer from the stocky Illyrian male with luscious locks who looked all too much like the vampire who had stolen you. Your fault for accepting the chalice filled nearly to the brim with a heady, warm, red cocktail that you thought might’ve been blood. You hadn’t taken a single sip, but rather done it to be polite to the important looking male with auburn hair and eyes that matched.

“I didn’t mean—”

“I’m sure you didn’t, crow.” His voice is lined with anger, jealousy. Azriel has made it very clear who you are and what you mean, how you won’t ever escape him and how you should accept that fate. Your fingers tremble where they’re curled into your skirts as his golden eyes stare pins into your head. He has you turned toward the lone mirror in your room but his reflection doesn’t show. Instead of seeing the anger on his face you can feel it in the tension of his body, through corded muscles and hard fingers. “But you will learn, fast.”

His fingers trail the bodice of your dress and your breath hitches in your throat. You hate the way that your body seems to react to his closeness, the wet pooling between your legs and the way you press further into him without your knowledge.

Azriel continues on and you’re frozen, watching in the mirror as he pops open the button at the top of your dress. The full curve of your breasts appear, skin smooth and biteable. Your eyes shutter as his fingertips trace gently across the tops of them, gasping when he dips his hands into the fabric to get a fistful of your flesh.

“Oh,” you breathe as he skirts across your nipples. They harden beneath his rough touch and you clench your legs together to keep them from buckling.

His whisper is a taunt, breath hot against your skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

You clench your jaw, snapping your fallen lids open as you come to reality. Yes, some sick, twisted part of you might want this, want his hands on your body, his cock in your cunt, and his teeth in your neck, but you can’t. This male has stolen you away, taken you from everything you’ve once known and had once loved. You’re nothing now, nothing more than his human pet to play with and flaunt and fuck as he pleases.

“No,” you say, but your mind is screaming yes.

“The only person you’re lying to is yourself,” he taunts, nipping at your neck. It gives you goosebumps. As if to prove his statement, his hands find the center of your dress and he tugs. Buttons go flying and you squeal as your breasts fall from containment, but in the mirror it’s only you. “Watch what I’m going to your body,” his voice is a whisper of darkness that makes the candles flicker and shivers sprint up your spine. “You’ll see exactly how much you want this, crow.”

You can’t swallow past the lump in your throat. You’re left watching as he rids you of the rest of your clothes with ease, such strength but so gentle as his hands caress your skin. Each touch leaves your stomach twisting, yearning for more.

Everything stills when he removes himself from your body and circles you, gleaming eyes drinking you in like the summer sun he longs to feel across his face. You whimper as the hard press of his cock leaves you and mentally curse yourself. He shouldn’t be having this much of an effect on you, especially as his fingertips brush your hips but he places his entire palm across your abdomen as he stares down at you, dark hair hanging across his forehead and his dark eyelashes thick.

You think he might lean down, eat the space between you to press his lips to yours, but he holds back, studying you. You don’t know what for, and a part of you wants to duck your head and shy away from those intense eyes, but the other part of you wants to lift your chin and stare right back.

Azriel finds what he’s searching for, fang peeking out of his lip when he smirks wickedly. Your heart tumbles and a retort sits on the tip of your tongue but he’s lowering himself to his knees.

He helps you take a seat, and spreads your legs with little effort. He’s kneeling before you like he’s about to pray, to dip between your thighs and taste your slick like the holy water that burns him. His nostrils flare as he takes a long look, eyes flickering down your body until you’re sure that your cheeks are bloodred.

It’s too much, his look too heated and you need to break the tension. “I—”

“I want you to stay sitting,” he interrupts.

“Why?” you ask, arms already shaking with anticipation. You don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep yourself sitting, especially if he puts his head between your legs like you’re hoping.

His fangs flash before he can control himself, not used to anyone asking such questions.

“You’re going to watch how prettily you take my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. All from the view of this mirror,” he says, lowering himself further. He kisses the meat of your thigh roughly and you grunt, trying to pull it away but he takes each leg in his grasp and tugs them over his shoulders, toes brushing the skin of his wings. His eyelashes flutter but his stare is demanding. “Look at yourself. See how much you want this, want me, and maybe you’ll finally realize how much you want this.”

You want to bite back at him with some snarky retort but he’s licking a stripe up your center and you’re crying out at the sensation. Azriel hums and the vibrations stimulate your clit. Already, your head is thrown back on your shoulders and your breathing is uneven, all from one taste.

“Look at yourself, or there will be no more.”

No more? Isn’t that what you should want? Him to stop? It is, but your body is moving on its own, sliding closer to his mouth as your head straightens and you meet your own burning reflection in the mirror.

“More,” you demand, but it’s shaky at best.

You can feel his smirk against your skin as he dips his mouth again, dipping into your wet heat this time and tracing praise across your clit. He sucks, hard, and the noise that comes from you is broken, thighs pressing closed on his head and toes curling against his wings. It makes him shudder and you’ve won this one, but then he’s flicking his tongue so fast against your clit in time with your pounding heart, you almost can’t take it.

Azriel adds his fingers into the mix and you watch in the mirror how your cunt welcomes him. Your slick gleams in the reflection, his tongue still attacking your clit as he works one, then two, and a third into you, a steady pace until he’s curling his fingers into that bundle of nerves that makes your arms give out and your body writhe.

“Good gods,” you pant, hands finding his hair. You hold on tightly, grinding your cunt against his face. He feels good, too good. His centuries of practice have surely paid off.

Your chest heaves when he pulls away, eyes shut in bliss. You shouldn’t have wanted it, it shouldn’t have felt that good, but you’re still reeling in it, enjoying the post orgasm haze as he quickly undresses.

You don’t even understand what’s going on until he’s grabbing you and flipping you with such ease it shocks you, clearing your mind in an instant as you realize how you’ll never be able to fight against him and escape, his brute strength is impossibly superior to yours.

“Look,” he commands, pulling your head up with the fistfull of your hair he has. It strains deliciously in his fingers and your mouth falls open in a desperate gasp as he thrusts into you. Tears prick your eyes at the sensation, the frustration because the part of you that twinges with lust whenever he’s around wants to know if he’s enjoying this—you. You want to see him, watch the way his firmly set jaw twitches as he comes closer to his orgasm, the way that broad chest heaves and the length of his awfully long cock as he slides it almost all the way out only to fuck his way back into you—only his reflection doesn’t show. “Look at yourself, such a pretty little human, all wrecked and drunk off my cock. Tell me, crow. When they told you about the monsters lurking in the night, did they mention my fucking cock was the most dangerous of all?”

“No,” you pant, leaning further into his body. Your eyes roll back into your head as his arm moves across your stomach, cementing you to the front of his chest like you’ve always belonged. You can say that you hate him all you want, screaming it morning, noon, and night, but the fact of the matter is, is that your body fits near perfect against his and reacting to him in waves, pleasure building on top of pleasure in his presence.

“If they had,” he growls, tone low. It rumbles up your spine and you arch, head thrown back. Azriel towers over you, and you only catch a glimpse of his black hair dipping into his eyes before he’s wrenching your head straight and forcing you to look at yourself again. You can’t help but whine, but it melts into something languid as he hits the bundle of nerves, sensitive from your orgasms already. “Would you still have wandered into the forest that night?”

No, your mind screams at you. You wouldn’t have stumbled into the woods at all, had you had a choice, if you had known that he would be on the other side of that moonlit path. You would’ve much rather suffered in the human lands instead of letting him slowly set your soul on fire like this.

“Stop,” you cry, chest tight as you’re reminded of that night. You clamp your hands onto his, trying to claw his fingers from your body, but he’s unrelenting, distracting you with a kiss.

“There is no stopping this. I am going to be your pleasure, your pain, your laughter, and your solace. No one is going to worship you like I do. I am going to give you everything you need or nothing you want if you command it. I am the court that you thrive in and the home you never want to leave. I’m going to be the first thing that you see when the sun cracks through these windows and the last thing you see when the moon kisses the sky. I’m going to be the air that you breathe, the blood in your veins, until your beating heart stops by my lips and my lips alone.”

Your fingers twist tighter in his dark locks as you cum hard, his words consuming you. His sharp canines scrape against the skin of your throat and it only adds to the arousing sensation that’s wracking through your body. You’re shaking, unable to form dizzy thoughts into a coherent sentence as he continues his ministrations, so deeply into you that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

His confession, an onslaught of utter dominance, utter need. Azriel said it not as if you have an option in the matter. You’re going to be his and he’s going to give you everything you’ve yearned for but nothing in the human lands could ever compare. And even though you’ve hated the very marrow in his bones since you’ve met him, you can admit that the feeling of being wanted with every fiber of someone’s being is…nice.

“Azriel,” you cry, tears spilling down your cheeks. He licks them away with a growl. His thrusts are long and hard and he doesn’t slow, if anything, the clenching of your cunt around his cock as you cum again makes him move faster, harsher, because he’s going to take as many orgasms from you as he can until you’re so fucked out you won’t be able to try and escape. “Please.”

Your fingers are trembling from where they’ve fallen to your sides, digging deeply into his hips as you hold onto him for dear life. He smothers your mouth, stealing a kiss that ravages you, but you’re keening and whimpering against his lips from the sensitivity. “Take it, crow. I’m not done with you yet.”

But you can’t, not even when his fingers find your clit and start to rub soft circles, working you up again. You writhe against the sensation, drawing your fingers up in long scratches against the perfectly tan skin. It does nothing but spur him on, and with his mouth pressed firmly against yours, you resort to the only thing you can think of that might get him to stop.

You bite him.

Hard.

Azriel grunts, hips faltering once, before he buries himself deeply into you. You can feel the splitting on his skin, the burst of blood on your tongue, and his hands are snaking up your body and grabbing hold of your breasts, tweaking your nipples once before he’s ripping his mouth from yours. His eyes are dark, pupils thick and you swallow the heady mouthful of blood harshly, realizing that your actions haven’t upset him in the slightest.

He looks…hungrier.

“Did that satisfy you, crow?”

Your breath sticks in your throat, watching intently as his tongue darts out to lap up the stray blood. The sight of it reminds you of how he was between your legs, licking up your wetness like it was somehow better than the blood he lives off of.

It makes your cunt clench and his grin turns purely wild, showing off those sharp teeth, painted crimson.

Azriel manhandles you to the floor, ignoring your whimpers and pleas for him to stop. Your cunt hurts, but the warmth dripping between your legs with his hot cock pressed tightly inside of you feels all too good.

His heavy body pins you face down. He’s a warm wight, and his hand slides around your throat, lifting your head and forcing you to stare at yourself in the mirror. You look utterly wrecked; fucked out beyond belief. Tears staining your reddened cheeks, lips swollen from the harsh kiss you’ve shared with the vampire plastered to your back. Your hair is a knot at the top of your head, unruly from his relentless pulling. You can see the imprint of his hand against your skin when Azriel holds your neck firmer, pinching off your airflow to cut off your incessant pleaing.

Even though your body feels like giving out, the way the new position makes his cock fit into you causes you to see stars. It could quite possibly be the lack of air you’re able to take in, dark suns bursting behind your eyelids, but his cock is hitting every spot that you need, and the hand planted beside your head snakes down to rub through the slickness between your thighs again, right to your clit.

Azriel’s not gentle. His motions become jerkier, breath heavy against your cheek as his orgasm builds. He’s losing control, and fast. He pinches your clit before soothing it over with a brush of his thumb, and he nips at your skin, softly at first, then harsher, but not drawing blood, never drawing blood because he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to stop himself should he get a taste of you.

He’ll drink you fucking dry if he does.

Black smothers your vision and you can hardly see yourself in the mirror. Your hands are pinned beneath your body, completely at his disposal. But there’s another orgasm building with his fervent fingers and raucous thrusts. Against your better mind, you cum again, harder than the last.

Azriel groans, releasing your neck from his grasp, letting your body slacken as he plants both hands to drive into you until he’s falling over the edge himself, crowing your name with a caw that rattles the walls of his aging manor. Your body goes slack as you gasp, the rush of air adding to the deliverance of what you hope to be your final orgasm of the night.

He leans in close, breathing a caress of darkness against the shell of your ear.

“You are my solace, am I not yet yours?”

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel au #azriel x reader #vampire!azriel #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel/reader #azriel smut

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finniusastraeus · 5 months

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This chart doesnt give you precise amounts and some numbers are innacurate so let me clear up here

30kcals per plum

78 per one 2-3'' apple(small), 116 per one 3'' apple (large)

45 per cup of chopped up watermelon

40 in 10 MEDIUM sized strawberries

1 kcal in 1 raspberry. So 10=10

In 10 red cherries there are 45 kcals

17 in 1 apricot

119 for a whole papaya so 59 for half

60 in a cup of cut cantaloupe

50 per 1 orange,

201 in a whole mango, 100 in a cup of cubed mango

37 per 1 tangerine

50 in 1 medium peach

105 in a 7'' banana, 70 if it's less than 6'' long

82 in a cup of pineapple cubes, 452 in whole thing (ik no ones eating a whole pineapple but yk)

20 in 5 olives

64 in a cup of cubes honeydew, 360 for whole thing

33 in 1 large cucumber, 10 in a mini, 8 in a cup of slices

42 in 1 kiwi

100 in a medium pear

240 in 1 avocado

82 in a cup of blueberries, 1 per blueberry

62 per cup of grapes, 2 per small grape

62 per cup of blackberries, 2 per small blackberry

EXTRA

Breakfast tips I learned at the hospital

One english muffin is 130 but if you cut it so you're only eating the edges it will look like youre eating the whole thing but only be getting a 3rd or about 45kcals!! and 1 teaspoon of margarine will cover both of those "halves" and there's 35 kcals in that. so 80 that looks like 160.

A cup of dry plain cheerios is also 80

78 in one large egg BUT throw out the yolk and only have the white. It looks like a full over easy egg but the white is only 17 kcals. Trust me on this one, have it for every meal you can get away with.

Fruit salad

10 raspberries=10kcal

half a small banana, thinly sliced=35kcal

5 thinly sliced strawberries=20kcal

15 blueberries=15kcal

2 tsp sugar free table syrup=0kcal LITERALLY BEST THING EVER

total 80 kcal and the syrup makes it the best breakfast in the world while adding no calories but it makes you feel like youre eating pancakes and keeps you full.

Frozen waffle/pancake, 1=95kcals

Lunch

Use the english muffin excuse to make a sandwhich with just lettuce in it and whatever veggies you like.

what I do is 1 english muffin cut to look like halves but its a 3rd = 45kcal

1/4 cup lettuce=1-2kcal

1 slice of tomato=3

if you want more you can have 30kcal of margarine (1 tsp) on the toasted muffin and half a cheese slice which is 56kcal. so i dont reccomend it.

plus 1 egg white if you want=17

or fake balogny (im a strict vegetarian of 8 years) for 20kcal and like 5g of protien

Supper

One pack of mr noodles has 190kcal. never eat more than half

always make a salad if you can. most can be made under 20kcals and actually taste amazing but dont add dressing they're really high cal.

RICE CAKE PIZZA

this is made to look like you're eating a lot

2 plain rice cakes=70

or one tomato basil=60

2 tbsp grated cheese=70

or 1 tbsp herbed goat cheese=35

slice some mini tomatos and mushrooms/peppers, onions, ect=5kcal

total 100-145 and it tastes amazing

this one would be hard to hide bc the brand name is literally skinny noodles but buy some skinny noodles (9 kcal per serving!! vegan and gluten free) and put them in a box or something. my family puts our noodles in long containers so it wouldnt be noticed and the package could be thrown away

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scaredpigeons · 2 months

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Childe smells like sweat and blood.

He keeps himself clean, mind you, but the metallic scent never really goes away. To immortal beings, and those with keener senses, he smells faintly of the primordial sea, and even fainter are undertones of the abyss. Regular mortals will just catch whiffs of salt and something… other.

Zhongli smells like fresh morning dew on mountain rocks.

He smells of tea and amber, and faintly of bamboo. His earthy scent is strongest when using his elemental power, like digging your hands through freshly tilled soil, healthy and vibrant. Most often he smells of the forests of jueyun karst. Mountain air is crisp and pleasant on his skin.

Diluc smells like campfire lit from fallen pinewood trees.

He smells like wine, but more often he smells of the more bitter crisp of fresh grape juice. Ash often coats his gloves, so he’ll sometimes smell of less pleasant things that have been charred. Diluc mostly carries a scent like spices and the fruit he plucks from the vine when coming home from his nightly rounds.

Kaeya smells like deep red wine and the first breath of winters air after a snow storm.

His scent is crisp and cold, even if you can feel his natural body heat, even if it is the middle of summer. The frozen pine smell never seems to leave him, and if his hair catches in the wind you’ll pick up soft hints of vanilla. Kaeya smells good, and he knows he does, because he curates that scent like all other aspects of his being— for the pleasure and distraction of others.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #zhongli #Childe #tartaglia #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #kayea alberich

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copperbadge · 1 year

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When I was in grad school I had an AMAZING pair of red suede Doc Martens that I bought “never worn” from a thrift shop. I wore them until they fell apart about three years later, then mourned them for ages.

It occurred to me the other day that I didn’t actually have to regret not owning Docs anymore; I now have the kind of disposable income where I can afford to buy a nice pair of shoes without considering the money “wasted” because I was buying pricey brand name. So I bought myself a pair of Docs, but because they don’t have half-sizes and one of my feet is much larger than the other, I had to buy the smaller foot’s size and stretch out one of the boots. A Doc-wearing friend of mine suggested the freezer trick of filling the shoe with water and freezing it so the water expands, stretching the leather, which is why I keep startling myself by opening my freezer and finding a foot in there.

(Before anyone asks: the Diet Coke bottle on the left is full of frozen cold-brew coffee, you should never put soda in the freezer, and the container below the boot is full of green grapes, not olives, I promise.)

[ID: A photograph of my freezer, showing two shelves of food including bins of butter, cheese, and grapes; smack in the middle of the freezer is a single Doc Marten boot in grey, with a plastic bag sticking out of the ankle hole.]

#food #shoes

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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This is my last request, this one goes for the winter requests. It can be whether platonic or romantic.

Upon realizing that Knuckles was absent from the Christmas festivities, like every year, because he was guarding the Master Emerald, the reader decides to spend the holidays with the echidna and keep him company on this special day. So, they fly to the island with a gift they want to give Knuckles.

This display of affection melts Knuckles' heart and this feeling only grows more intense as they participate in more winter activities together (like snowball fights and ice skating in a frozen lake). It gets to the point that Knuckles wishes the reader could stay with him for much more than just one day.

Sure! Here you go! Sorry for plot holes :( Darling is assumed to be Mobian.

Happy Holidays... To Me!

Yandere! Knuckles The Echidna Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior implied, Knuckles is implied to have a crush on you but you're currently friends, Slight violence but not towards you, Isolation/Kidnapping, Forced companionship and potential relationship.

The Tornado's blades whirr as you make your way through the sky to Angel Island. A present sits in your lap while you pilot the plane. You could barely contain the glee on your face.

Knuckles was usually never able to participate in holiday festivities with everyone. As a result, since he's your best friend, you decided to visit the guardian. Tails even let you use the Tornado to get there.

Snow flurries through the sky as you prepare to land. The island was slowly becoming more white as you exit the Tornado. You quickly grab your present and run off in search of the echidna.

It wasn't much but you wanted to show you thought of him. You wandered through the snow in warm gear until you saw your red friend by the emerald.

You frown, he looked so cold. Was this what he did every winter? You sigh and approach him.

“Hey, Knuckles!” You call to the echidna who gives you a surprised expression when you stand in front of him. You swore you saw his cheeks flush red… but he's most likely just cold.

“H-Hey… what are you doing here?” Knuckles asks and you giggle.

“Tails let me borrow the Tornado, I didn't want you alone during this time of year again. The others were a bit busy I guess.” You explain, holding up the box you got him. “I got you this~”

Knuckles gaze swaps to the box and he looks intrigued. You… care about him that much? Due to being isolated for so long he feels flattered and a bit shy.

“For me?” He whispers and you nod.

“Of course! Open it!” You chirp, giving him the box. Knuckles carefully takes the box before opening it. He wants to savor the moment.

His eyes widen when he sees what's inside.

Warm winter gear greets his eyes, all lovingly picked out by you to endure the cold. Next to it all was some grapes, a blanket, and some hot chocolate packets. Was that ice skates, too?

Knuckles goes silent for a moment. You begin to worry he may hate your gift. Instead, Knuckles was taking it all in.

You care for him… this much… what did he do to deserve you?

“Um… there's an electric kettle in the Tornado to make the cocoa-” You clear your throat. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes… I'm just really happy right now.” Knuckles smiles at you. Truth is, everything was more than okay. Knuckles had you… and presents you lovingly gave him. He couldn't be happier.

“Perfect! Now, what do you say we go have some fun?” You smile. Knuckles hesitantly looks at the Emerald before looking at you. “We won't be far, come on!”

Knuckles agrees to go with you. Yet before you jump into the winter games you help him put on the winter gear and have a few grapes with him. Afterwards you head out into the snow.

Knuckles never felt so loved….

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Knuckles never thought he'd have so much fun. You both played in the snow, ice skated on lakes, and then settled down for cocoa. Knuckles felt anything you did with him eased his tension.

The snow was cold but your winter gear helped. It felt just as warm as you while he helped you sculpt snow art. Seeing you so happy made him happy.

Knuckles struggled to have grace while ice skating, yet you managed to help him. You picked him up when he fell and merely encouraged him. Normally such a fighter he wasn't used to doing such a graceful task

Lastly, the cocoa tasted great with you. You had wrapped the blanket around you two and settled down beside a fire. Knuckles couldn't stop his cheeks from flaring due to you caring so much.

In fact… Knuckles didn't want things to end.

While you were distracted with preparing something else to do, Knuckles left quickly. You didn't notice him wandering to the Tornado. Due to how far things were you barely noticed him breaking it.

Why should the fun end? He rarely gets to see you except for when Eggman strikes. Knuckles keeps using that to reassure himself as he pushes the wreckage off the edge. Part of him felt bad… yet at the same time he seemed very excited to have you.

Knuckles then begins his walk back to you. There's an unusual jump in his step, yet when you ask about it he brushes it off. It's just the holiday spirit!

Sure… this may cause problems later! But it's been so lonely without anyone to talk to. Why don't you stay with him through the winter?

Why stop there? Why not stay with him forever?

You're the best present he could've ever asked for in his mind.

#yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere knuckles the echidna #yandere knuckles

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Gumi Pop

Yan Candy Twins + G.N Reader

[Vaguely implied cannibalism, but they aren't human so it's up to interpretation]

"Cherry orrrrr blue raspberry? Neither really match with what I'm wearing, but they're pretty popular and I live to impress."

The soil is nice this time of year.

"Oh, oh! What about grape?... Mm, nah - Dunno if they changed the recipe, but the flavouring tastes like cough syrup now."

Moist and wet - the perfect place to hide... Let the worms and other nature forces find use for this sticky shell.

"Lemon is good.. but it feels too formal for a first date."

How could there be another place for him? How could you possibly love them after all he's done?

"Strawberry is another fan favorite as well as mine. Dress for the job you want as they say.... Gigi, I swear if you're doing that self deprecating monologue shit again I won't let you pick their locks like we planned."

The man immediately dries his eyes - a red smear ran across his translucent cheek as his sleeve covers his face. "Sorry, Lollie. It's just....we we've gotten so close to meeting them and I messed things up with my... accident."

Hopping off the roof of the car they arrived in, the woman pulls her brother into a hug - relieving him of the shovel in his hands. "Don't sweat it. Mistakes happen, and as soon as Y/n gets a taste of us it'll all be a thing of the past."

Giggling to herself, she pinches his cheek and plants the tool in the fresh mound of dirt - dumping the disturbed earth over the frozen face below. The pile lands center to his chest, soil and small pebbles filing the three, cylindrical holes punched right below his ribs. They'd be the first to claim his death was accidental. Readying a gift for the one they admired most in the human world, twins stopped by a convenience store a block away from your home to pick up the remaining products on their list. There really was no simple way to ease you into the idea of two sentient beings made of candy stalking you for years to learn the ins and outs of human society and falling madly in love with you along the way - but a gift basket was a start.

While Lolotte was gathering butcher knives and cards, her dear brother was in the back making himself presentable for the big meet. Unlike his siblings glossy shine and hard shell, poor Gumi was completely see through from a certain angle all the way down to his sugary skeleton. He was fortunate enough to not have any organs besides a heart, but for any unsuspecting person his appearance may still cause a fright and he didn't want to scare you away at first sight.

Gumi wanted to be cute and cuddly, just like the animal and snack his name derived from. Taking references from both, Gumi stitched together his own costume. It was really just a plush sweater with some ears and a tail sewed on, but the cute factor was high. He also fashioned a pair of paws out of his own bones and some gloves. The outfit was so adorable he couldn't help but put on a little show for himself in the mirror. Looking like a character right out of a picture book, Gumi took the liberty of acting like one as well. No way you could reject something so cute - right? Haha.. Haha.. ah..

Shit.

Turns out - mimicking bear noises in a store a location were they were apparently common wasn't such a good idea. Startled, the on staff clerk went to check out the noise fully unprepared for what he found. Equally as terrified, Gumi committed to the only logical course of action and slashed at the man before fleeing the scene. In another twist of events, solidified sugar was a lot harder and sharper than he thought and the cashier was dead by the time he had dragged his sister back to the scene of the crime. Without skipping a beat, Lolotte loaded up their items and the corpse into the trunk of his car for a quick drop off before they headed your way. The death count could've been a million times the size, and it still wouldn't have gotten in the way of her plans to make you theirs.

Gumi checks the time on his new phone. "It's getting late. We should hurry.. Plus the smell is getting to me."

"Not to worry, brother of mine." Lolotte fishes a knife out of her inner pocket and throws it in his direction. "I'll finish things up here while you go cut out your heart so we can finally wrap up Y/n's basket. You should be patched up and healed by the time I'm done, right?"

"Think so.... Thank you, Lollie." Clutching the knife to his chest, Gumi grins so hard his cheeks feel like they've spilt. "I'm so excited to finally meet them!"

He turns to the car - a sharp whistle preventing him from going far."

"Before you go, why don't you give me a preview of what you were doing in the bathroom?"

Wiping the newfound annoyance and former grief from his face, Gumi raises his wrists and bares his teeth - claws forever stained and a few missing their talon still buried in the organs of the man laud to an untimely rest as their feet. He quickly lifts his hood over his head as he puffs his chest.

"Rawr."

Sporting a grin of her own, Lolotte chuckles. "Oh, they are going to eat us alive."

#yandere twins #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #male yandere #female yandere #yandere monster #gumi my oc #lollie my oc

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thislongstandinggrudge · 2 months

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RWBY:IQ x Cure Maid Cafe Collab Photo Collection (Food & Drinks)

Below is a collection of photos of the food served at the RWBY collaboration! Masterpost here!

Ruby’s Red Tomato Curry Ice Queendom Ver. This medium-spiced ruby red curry is served with snowy cottage cheese sprinkled on top! With a hamburger steak and pickled vegetables to whet your appetite, it makes a hearty portion!

Weiss's Cold Basil Pasta Ice Queendom Ver. The cold-served pasta is paired with a fresh basil sauce, tomatoes and mozzarella. It is garnished with pickled asparagus served in the image of Weiss’ weapon.

Team RWBY’s Shaved Ice

Shaved ice + frozen berries mix + Hokkaido milk ice cream + frozen grapes + frozen pineapples!

Shion’s Parfait

Lavender syrup + panna cotta + pineapple jelly + apple jelly + purple sweet potato ice cream + whipped cream + chocolate pocky

Ruby Rose’s Lucid Dream

Lemon jelly + rose syrup + strawberry syrup + soda + black straw + red ribbon + blackcurrant sorbet

Weiss Schnee’s Nightmare

Apple jelly + lavender syrup + calpis + whipped cream + silver-colored dragée* + white straw

(T/N* dragée is a small silver ball, similar to a sprinkle)

Blake Belladonna’s Lucid Dream

Iced tea + grape juice + whipped cream + chocolate chips + purple straw + black ribbon

Yang Xiao-Long’s Lucid Dream

Orange + lemon squash* + grapefruit juice + yellow straw

(T/N* Lemon Squash likely refers to the Japanese soda Lemon Squash, made primarily with lemon juice and sugar. Not lemon squash, the vegetable)

Jaune Arc’s Lucid Dream

Apricot syrup + soda + lemon + golden straw

Nora Valkyrie’s Dream Actor

Strawberry milk + whipped cream + heart sugar candy + blue straw

Pyrrha Niko’s Dream Actor

Cranberry juice + mixed berries + mint + golden straw

Lie Ren's Dream Actor

Matcha milk + Whipped + pink dragée* + green straw

(T/N* dragée is a small sugar ball, similar to a sprinkle)

Team JNPR’s Bond Drink

Ginger ale + orange jelly + cherry syrup + lemon + mint + cherry + pink straw

(These photos come from the Cure Maid Cafe Twitter account, which can be found @curemaidcafe.)

#rwby #rwby ice queendom #rwby cafe collab #rwby ruby rose #rwby weiss schnee #rwby blake belladonna #rwby yang xiao long #rwby jaune arc #rwby nora valkyrie #rwby pyrrha nikos #rwby lie ren #rwby shion zaiden

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honeytonedhottie · 10 months

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healthy foods and recipes that i use on a daily basis(>•<)💭🍣

these r just some recipes for foods that i eat every single day, and they r healthy and easy to make. they r also great if u have a busy lifestyle bcuz they're super easy and quick to make <3

remember to eat yummy food that fuels u 💗

SALADS -

carrot salad - carrots! carrots r an amazing source of vitamin A and isn't only beneficial for ur skin, but also ur eyesight, and ur immune system; for the recipe i'd wash a carrot and shave it, then add one cap of apple cider vinegar and olive oil, with salt and pepper and i'll eat that as a side dish along with my meal

cucumber salad - cucumbers r also an amazing source of hydration and is great for ur skin. just slice a couple cucumbers and add olive oil, salt, pepper, and chili flakes

meditteranean salad - dice cucumbers, tomatoes, red onion, and make a vinaigrette using lemon, olive oil, and salt and pepper and add those all together with some basil for a hydrating delicious salad

SNACKS -

pan con tómate - its simply toasted bread with oil, grated tomatoes, garlic, salt and pepper

apple slices and peanut butter

frozen grapes with lime juice on top

literally any assortment of veggies with lime juice and salt

sliced fruit bowls with lemon juice

DINNERS -

how i make tofu - so i always use firm tofu and i'll dry it with a paper towel just to make sure that its dry (make sure to drain the excess water) and on a separate plate i'd add some flour, and seasonings of my choice. then coat the tofu in the flour and put it on a hot pan (approximately 5 min per side of tofu) or until its crispy, and then i'll make a sauce, usually with soy sauce, ginger and honey.

cucumber sushi - i'd wash and shave cucumbers, then take the shavings and lay them out as though it was wrapping paper (if that makes sense) then dry it with a paper towel so that the ingredients can stick onto it. then i'd fill it with sticky rice, sauces, tuna sometimes, or literally anything u wanna fill it with and then roll it up like u would do with sushi and cut it into pieces.

SANDWICHES -

sandwich one - take a hard boiled egg and break it down in a bowl, and add some mayo and mustard (trust) to create a paste like mixture. spread all that onto some bread. then add some lettuce, tomato, and cucumber.

BREAKFASTS -

overnight oats - in a container, add some oats, greek yogurt, chia seeds, honey, fruits of choice (i often use strawberries or blueberries) and almond milk and then shake that up and let it stay in the fridge overnight for an easy breakfast in the morning.

chia seed pudding - add three tablespoons of chia seeds into a container, half a cup of almond milk, one teaspoon of vanilla extract, and some honey (add coco powder if u like chocolate) and then put that in the fridge overnight.

#self care #it girl #becoming that girl #self love #that girl #dream girl #it girl energy #girl blog #recipe #cooking #healthy #lifestyle

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esouliie · 1 year

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– BLACK GRAPE

– pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

– synopsis: natasha sees a ghost of her past.

– warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

To a stranger, she looked to be nearly whole again. Her laughter was loud once more, complimented by the dulcet tones of birdsong and chimes. Her hair blazing elegantly like the fire of her love, her eyes sparkling like the sky on a July day.

There were no words uttered about Wakanda, the blood and ashes of your loved ones lost. Life before was a fading memory, and the anguish was alleviated by each other's embrace. She'd hold you in her arms and shield you from the harshness of the new world, whispering words of comfort and praise in your hair. And she'd laugh and smile, dazzling and pure. Her purpose was gone; she didn't have the energy to hate anymore. She decided the red on her ledger was no more.

But a melancholy enveloped her, perhaps she fantasised about one more mission. One last shot to prove herself. A silent vow made not to mention her sorrow.

—

Even though half of the population disappeared, the streets of New York were still busy. The two of you were hiding underneath caps, concealing yourselves from the rest of the crowd.

Her hand rested in yours, calloused from decades of combat, accompanied with a little squeeze every once in a while.

You got to know Natasha over your time as an Avenger.

Both having relatable history, you were drawn towards each other. Even though you were cycled into the Red Room after her departure, you had heard of the infamous Black Widow. The one that betrayed Mother Russia for the American dream.

You continue to walk in silence.

The sight of Imperia vodka amongst an array of different alcohols in a store window catches your attention. Alcohol was banned from the compound. A decision made solely by you due to Natasha’s incline to drown her sorrows in vodka. A liquor - familiar to you both- in more ways than one.

In your other hand, was a large soda. Black Grape. You introduced Natasha to the drink, letting her take a sip. Her face scrunched in disgust. Apparently, she could feel already feel the diabetes in her blood. But what was your favourite, soon became hers. Days where you and Natasha would hang out always ended with Black Grape. It was your vodka.

A sudden jolt tugs you from your memory. Natasha’s grip on you tightens. All the muscles in her body solid as concrete. She stares ahead, eyes wide open.

People begrudgingly move around you both, but not without a sigh, or a weird look. You ignore them.

“You okay?” Your voice soft, trying to hide the growing concern.

She remains frozen.

“Hey.” You slide over into her line of vision.

She blinks, diamond tears flutter across her lashes.

“What’s wrong?”

Her eyes dart to you before she extends her neck, standing on her toes to look over the sea of heads. She frantically searches.

She bolts, dragging you along as she weaves through bodies. Apologies tumble from your mouth as you knock into the sides of people.

“Hey, wha-, Natasha!” Your voice lost to the wind.

She stops by the corner, chest heaving.

“I saw Wanda.”

—

Before the snap, Natasha and Wanda were engaged. They were planning a spring wedding, being Natasha’s best friend, you were maid of honour. You even helped in the selection of the rings and the proposal. It was in Canada. The couple had spent the day visiting Niagara Falls and when night fell, they were engaged.

Wanda was among those that disappeared and Natasha suffered deeply. The rings now stashed deep inside her bedside table.

She was always nursing a coffee in the early hours of the morning because she hadn't slept the night before.

She’d lost muscle easily, refusing to keep active or do anything other than lay in her room. You couldn’t blame her though. Once again, she was alone.

Bereavement had been her companion these past few years, a shadow that in time lessened until gone. Because of you.

She was a ghost by the time you decided to say something. Obviously, confronting the grieving woman ended in a heated argument. She forced a slew of nasty names down your throat, but you never yielded. You needed her as much as she needed you.

Months passed, and a new flame of love was lit.

Natasha was hesitant.

Every time you touched, guilt flared in her chest. A part of her believed she had wronged Wanda by pursing this - for giving up on her. You could see it every time she let her guard down. The constant back and forth - pulling you in to push you out - was takings its toll. The anguish in Natasha's eyes began to reflect in yours.

The beginning was hard but you let set the pace. All the cards were on her side of the table. It was up to her if she wanted this.

And now, Natasha sleeps at night.

—

“Tasha.” You have no idea what to do.

What do you even respond to that?

There’s no way whoever she saw was Wanda. You’d seen the witch turn into ash. Accepting her fate, she left comfortably. Natasha was holding her.

It’s been five years and no one has come back. If they did, you two would know.

The rest that remained left. There was no need for them to wallow in the vacant compound.

No hope. No duty.

Some had families to return to.

Some didn’t.

Normally, Natasha would avoid talking about Wanda with you, preferring to keep her past and present separate. However, this time was different.

“I know it’s not her.” A moment passes. “My mind just wants to hurt me.”

You hum in acknowledgment.

“I miss her.” She whispers, her throat constricting.

“I know, baby. I miss her too.” You gently squeeze her hand.

And all of a sudden, everything clicked.

The urge to hold you close and kiss you endlessly overwhelmed the woman.

She wants to make this work. She's had enough of being what keeps her from being happy.

She’s in love.

“I...” She began unsure, goosebumps tingle up her spine. “The guilt is still there. Some days are better than others. But I’m tired of being uncertain of this - of how I feel about you.”

She screws her eyes shut, as if in pain, and tears roll freely. “You’re so important to me, and I want forever for us. I love you.”

A short gasp- only heard between you both- falls from your lips. Natasha’s eyes shoot open. Her head is angled down slightly; a soft vulnerability in her eyes.

She wears her heart on her sleeve, waiting for your reply.

With a newly found shyness, your reach, a thumb strokes a flushed cheek, guiding her chin forward to connect your lips.

The kiss was gentle and meaningful all the same. It meant everything. It was you choosing each other.

“I love you.” You confess, a warm palm still cradling her face.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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thedansemacabres · 4 months

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A Modern Harvested Look Into Dionysos Nykletios

[ID: A mostly green image with a large, vibrant grape left to the left and blurry brown grape trunk in the background to the off-centre. Next to it is a large, close up image of an unripened verdant grape cluster.]

LITTLE DO MOST PEOPLE KNOW THAT MUCH OF THE MODERN GRAPE HARVEST HAPPENS AT NIGHT, as dedicated winemakers wish to ensure the consistency of their crop—lord Helios’ rays are what ripen the fruit, at the mercy of Dionysus’ influence. Other times harvest does during cool days, but the harvesters are still pressed to ensure the safety of the harvest—hot fruit spells problems for the winemakers, and winemakers are what buy the crop to ferment. And when I was there on the cool afternoon, Helio’s light fading from the horizon, I felt Dionysos there with the whisper of Nyktelios.

THE HISTORICAL CONTEXT

Nykletios (Νυκτελιος “of the night”) is an epithet only directly mentioned perhaps once, kin to Hestios; as such it may be hard to get a direct usage on the meaning of this epithet. Pausanias states:

Pausanias, Description of Greece 1. 40. 6 (trans. Jones) (Greek travelogue C2nd A.D.) : "After the precinct of Zeus [in Megara] . . . you see a temple of Dionysus Nyktelios (Nocturnal), a sanctuary built to Aphrodite Epistrophia (She who turns men to love), an oracle called that of Nyx (Night)."

Riding the Phallus for Dionysus suggests that this epithet may be connected to a larger mystery cult, that of a veiled Dionysus, with rites perhaps similar to the one Plutarch mentioned. Several of Dionysos’ rites occur within darkness—within Agros, his rites were nocturnal, invoking the terror and awe of Nyx’s darkness. His other mysteries likely involved the night as well.

Night is also invoked several times with Dionysos, such as in the Bacchae. One example I associate with Nykletios are these lines from Dionysos and Pentheus:

ΠΕΝΘΕΥΣ τὰ δ ̓ ἱερὰ νύκτωρ ἢ μεθ ̓ ἡμέραν τελεῖς; ΔΙΟΝΥΣΟΣ νύκτωρ τὰ πολλά· σεμνότητ ̓ ἔχει σκότος. Pentheus When you dance these rites, is it at night or during daylight? Dionysus Mainly at night. Shadows confer solemnity.

Even as these rites are no longer practiced, it is almost fitting that modern harvests mostly occur at night—and winemaking during harvest season can easily draw into the dark nights as well, as we work on the grape and yeast’s schedules, not our own.

A MODERN TAKE ON DIONYSUS NYKLETIOS

As epithets can have multiple functions, I place Dionysos Nykletios in both the night harvests of vines, comforting frozen hands as we harvest fruit for the best vintage, along with his endemic nocturnal rites. The modern wine world is both alike and like the ancient one—the wine season is still within winter, with the worst moments for a winemaker being the time before Christmas until next March when the wines are finishing.

If there was a day a hellenic pagan vineyard would exist, I would imagine that a procession would be in store for a religious harvest—though, there would not be any free juices allowed to paint the skin red. When you harvest grapes for wine, you do not want to burst the berries, and I could imagine Dionysos’ laugh when it eventually occurs.

Dionysus Nykletios, May your hands warm us Under eternally Dark Nyx As the vintage is pressed And made into your Fine wine.

References

Csapo, É. (1997). Riding the Phallus for Dionysus: Iconology, Ritual, and Gender-Role De/Construction. Phoenix (Toronto), 51(3/4), 253. https://doi.org/10.2307/1192539

Gilbert Murray, & Ian Johnston. (2015). Euripides Bacchae: A Dual Language Edition. Faenum Publishing Oxford, Ohio.

#dragonis.txt #paganism #witchcraft #pagan #hellenic polytheism #helpol #witchblr #dionysus devotee #dionysos deity #dionysus deity #dionysus worship #hellenic polytheist #hellenic pagan #paganblr #pagans of tumblr #deity worship #vīnum

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sugariricookies · 1 day

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MOOT GAME?

Moots as fruits and WHY? (RANDOM LOL)

Also I wuv Your works smmmm

Thank you Cariño♡😿 you're so sweet!

@suhiiiies-blog definitely would be cherrys, specific those really good dark red ones. Or like the fancy ones that come ontop of milkshakes

@rikiws green grapes, the frozen crunchy kind

@wintabite I'm not sure why, but apples, the sweet green ones!

@dollywons STRAWBERRIES! but the cartoon pink ones, or those bright red ones!

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hxltic · 2 years

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That one time iwaizumi walked in on you getting ready and couldn’t keep his hands off you.

In a white towel you stand, surrounded by the tranquility of your shared master bathroom. You’d been there for a while, doing your makeup and overall getting ready, your beautiful diamond ring soaking in the cleanser beside you. Fully dressed, your now-husband awaits you from the kitchen.

A honeymoon. You never would’ve thought you’d find yourself here, in more ways than one. In Italy with a big, broad, handsome man practically at your command to trudge through life alongside you forever. And it’s Iwaizumi Hajime? God you were lucky.

Even just being here makes your mind happy, the flashbacks of last night replaying. How the glass hot tub of your resort looked over tall ranging mountains, how the charcuterie board was packed with different cheeses and even small pizza cuts, how he held you and his gaze being deep in your eyes whilst feeding you the green grapes—you were definitely pampered, spoiled to the upmost capacity. But that’s what you deserved.

Puckering your lips one last time, you untucked the towel at your chest and let it fall to the floor. The obsidian mermaid dress hung gorgeously from the door. It was off-shoulder with sleeves that stopped at your wrists. The dress was covered in sparkles like stars in the night too, which matched your accessories: a large necklace and hanging earrings. Of course, the brightest thing was still the jewel on your finger.

You loved your ring more than anything. The rock cost more than most of your friends’ mortgage. Anyway, you take it off the door and step inside. You pull the dress up your hips and over your arms, and you almost cry at yourself in the mirror. Seeing yourself like this was a moment to remember. This aside, you couldn’t get the zipper up.

So there you stand.

Oh wait! How foolish of you. You just got married. There’s people for this!

“Haji-!”

He already appears through the door handsomely with a “Hm,” spreading cologne on his neck and fixing his collar. It was coincidental.

You were taking the ring out of the cleaner, unaware that he had stopped dead in his tracks. Once you turn around and look up, it was as if he was frozen in time. Back to the moment when he’d fell in love with you.

Every single day you remind him why he did.

“Hajime?” Checking to see if he was still breathing, you pressed a light hand to his cheek with the tilt of your head. He was scanning your face intently.

He clears his throat, “Yes love?”

You show off your back to him and move your hair.

“Zip this up for me?”

He takes up the job. It starts normal, he pulls the zipper up about halfway. You watch him look down in the mirror before proceeding. Well—attempting to.

He tries again with a more steady hand resting firmly on your hip. Still unsuccessful, trying to stretch the fabric into more of a line, he ‘innocently’ pressed down on your shoulder and got significantly closer to your backside, forcing you to bend slightly over the counter. Your face flushed red with your elbows bent.

“Hajime?” You inquire.

“Hm? Yeah sorry- it’s stuck.”

What were you thinking? This dirty mind will be the death of you. When his brows continued to furrow, you realized that you may not wear one of the prettiest gowns you’ve ever put on and you literally just would not go to the event. This dress you didn’t even pick out held you close with growing attachment.

“Hold on.” He says. He fully folds you over. Your eyes go wide, but there’s a voice telling you to remain calm—It wasn’t anything.

He drops the zipper all the way to the bottom, planning to go back up from the start. However, he seems to get distracted and his hands slot their way through the opening to around your waist. Then it hits.

“Hajime-”

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi oneshot #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi comfort

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