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yoonavii · 7 months

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Flirting with fire (Pt. 2)

OPLA! Sanji x Reader

A/N: Read PART ONE first before this one. Enjoy :)

The next morning, you made your way to the Baratie’s bustling kitchen, ready to start another day of culinary adventures. As you walked in, the savory aroma of cooking filled the air, but your attention was quickly drawn to the hushed voices coming from the pantry. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lingered by the pantry’s cracked door, unintentionally eavesdropping on a conversation between Zeff, the grizzled old chef of the Baratie, and Sanji, the suave and passionate cook.

Zeff’s gruff voice reached your ears, “Little eggplant, you’re not fooling anyone. I’ve been around long enough to recognize love when I see it. I’m aware of your feelings for y/n. You’ve been taking too long to confess.” Sanji, who was usually quick with his retorts, tried to deny his feelings, “Oi, Zeff, what are you talking about? There’s nothing like that going on.”

Zeff’s eyes bore into Sanji, his tone stern, “Boy, I know you better than you know yourself. Don’t try to hide your heart from me.” Sanji sighed, seemingly defeated, and admitted, “Yeah, Zeff, you’re right. I’ve got feelings for her, but I don’t know how to confess. I can’t even find the right words.”

Zeff chuckled, “Confess? You, who can woo female customers with ease, can’t confess to the one who matters most? That’s rich.” Just then, you cleared your throat, making your presence known. Zeff greeted you with a knowing smile and gave Sanji a subtle wink before leaving the room, leaving you two alone.

An awkward silence hung in the air as you began gathering ingredients from the pantry’s shelves. Sanji, seemingly unable to contain his emotions any longer, followed closely behind you. With a gentle push, he closed the pantry doors, leaving you both in a secluded, intimate space. The tension between you two was palpable; your bodies were practically pressed against the pantry shelves, and you could smell his signature cologne, a mix of tobacco and spices, even more intensely at such close proximity.

Breaking the silence, Sanji took a deep breath, his voice sincere and filled with longing, “I can’t hold it in any longer, y/n. You mean everything to me. When I’m cooking, it’s your smile I picture. When I’m dreaming, it’s your face I see. I’ve been hiding my feelings because I was scared, but now, I can’t. I love you more than anything in this world.” Your heart skipped a beat at his heartfelt confession, and you couldn’t resist any longer. You pulled him closer by his tie, capturing his lips in a passionate and fiery kiss. The world outside the pantry seemed to disappear as the two of you lost yourselves in each other’s embrace.

As the kiss deepened, your hands explored each other’s bodies, igniting a fierce desire that had been smoldering for far too long. Sanji’s hands cradled your face, his lips fervently moving against yours, tasting the sweetness of the forbidden fruit they had longed for. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart, synchronized with your own, and the heat between you intensified with every passing moment. In your passionate frenzy, you stumbled and crashed into shelves, knocking over cans and creating a cacophonous mess. From a distance, Zeff’s voice interrupted your heated moment, “Oi, you two lovebirds better get to work before the whole ship catches fire!” Giggling and flushed with desire, you both separated reluctantly, leaving the pantry to resume your duties in the kitchen. But now, you carried a secret, a newfound passion for each other that had finally been confessed.

As the day went on, the two of you shared secret glances and subtle smiles, knowing that your love had been revealed and that your future together was now a tantalizing promise.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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harmonysanreads · 1 year

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Do you have any yandere blogs to recommend?

Oho, you just gave me an excuse to fangirl >:) I took my time with this ehe

note : you might already know some of these blogs if you've been in the yandere genshin community for some time but here we go! please read their dni/byf/rules before you decide to follow or interact with them, too

@ddarker-dreams [yandere multi-fandom]

If it wasn't for Miss Lock's writings I probably would still misunderstand the yandere genre lol, she just makes it AN ART. You can tell how much effort she puts into her work, too! She makes me want to both be an obedient housewife towards the characters and to strangle them ;—; Her Deep Sea is such a masterpiece—I've literally never seen THIS much cultural accuracy in any fanfic and it inspired me to do my own research, too!

@yandere-romanticaa [yandere multi-fandom]

Her works always make me end up hanging by the brainrot cliff for days and even WEEKS lmao and I respect her so so so much for helping smaller blogs <333

@bye-bye-sunbird [yandere genshin impact]

The legend, the pioneer of The Capitano Agenda™️!! I personally really love her Spoil of War series—somehow, she makes me think twice about characters I wouldn't have otherwise given much thought towards. (*cough* osial *cough*)

@glimmeringtwilight [yandere genshin impact]

There's just— I just can't explain it but their writing is just so beautiful??? They can take some of the simplest stuff and execute in such a demure manner o.o

@shumidehiro [yandere multi-fandom]

I'm a big fan of her Yan!Pantalone works, the way she writes him is so charming<3

@chococolte [yandere genshin impact, sagau]

Her Yan!Al haitham works are something else honestly, easily intensifies my alhaitham brainrot. (help me)

@jessamine-rose [yandere multi-fandom]

Her writing style is so...magical. It's like complexity through simplicity. Those dark fairytale vibessss!

@yestrday [yandere multi-fandom]

Their genshin aus are just *chefs kiss* and also Lumine lover??>>>

@amarias-yandere-genshin [yandere genshin impact]

They've been offline for some time now, I believe but I still recommend checking them out! They've got some really good content

@moyazaika [yandere original]

They create some of the most jaw-dropping heart-stealing yandere ocs I'm telling you! My heart is still with their yandere!king oc >:(

@teabutmakeitazure [yandere genshin impact, yandere hxh]

The ultimate hub of Yandere!Childe and Yandere!Pantalone !! She comes up with the most creative and delicious brainrots that keep me up at night <3

@wishluc [yandere multi-fandom]

I find the reflection of ‘brevity is the soul of wit’ in their writing — how they express so much in such short drabbles is beyond me. Her Yandere!Lilia works are my favorite :>

@throwaway-yandere [yandere multi-fandom]

Reading Ansy-Tea's works are like watching a cool science experiment unfold (I'm not joking). They take yandere to a whole new level !!

There are many other talented blogs out there, of course. These are just the ones I'm most familiar with :>

#harmonysan.txt #anon asks #blog recommendations #i might add onto this as time goes:>

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novacqnes · 1 year

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heyy!! i'm in love with your writing 😍 it is so impeccable seriously the definition of a *chefs kiss* piece of art (please keep it up) especially tattoos & secrets, it made my day 🥹 could you please write a ellie x fem!reader where ellie paints the reader but then the reader strips to seduce ellie and then the smut happens 😏 i need top!ellie please 🛐

an artists’s muse // ellie williams

warning: smut; fingering, top!ellie, some dirty talk, strap on usage (fem receiving)

a/n: thank you :) i absolutely love this idea, i apologize for taking so long with it but i hope you enjoy!

her eyes traced over your figure splayed on the couch just a few feet away. she looked back at the canvas in front of her, making the first stroke. at first they were light, she examined your body, her deep green eyes focused on your form, savoring each moment. once she was sure she had the image down she made the abstract lines meant to represent your body more prominent.

ellie tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, intently analyzing every inch of you and it felt like you were on display. with each passing moment you grew deeply infatuated.

she sat with her legs slightly parted on the opposite side of the oak brown easel. her jeans were a deeper rugged blue that fit snugly around her legs, outlining each muscle. she wore a brown button down that sat loosely on her upper body, underneath it a white tank top that exposed her collarbones.

it was nothing special per say but nevertheless it caused a fervent heat to cloud your thoughts. rather than focusing on the proper posing you allowed your mind to linger, with ellie becoming the center of the fantasy.

she swept her short auburn hair behind her ears, drawing your attention to hundreds of dots speckled across her face. her cheeks were slightly flushed, mainly from the heat that seemed to intensify the longer you remained there. her brows furrowed, lowering her eyes into narrow slits and you were sure she could feel the budding heat too.

“you’re doing great y/n, just hold that pose for a little bit longer.”

ellie looked over again, this time landing on your chest. she held her gaze there, a bit longer than normal. a deep warmth began to buzz behind your cheeks, resulting in you nearly breathless. within a mere second her eyes were back on the canvas, leaving you with an aching desire for her.

you cleared your throat, drawing her attention away from the portrait.

“ellie?”

“yeah, what’s up?” she asked.

the warmth plaguing the room sharpened to a sweltering heat that made your clothes cling to your skin, like they were trapping you. without a second thought you reached for your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it but maintaining ellie’s gaze.

“it’s so hot, you wouldn’t mind right?”

you slid the shirt over your arms, her eyes following along. there was so much more that she hadn’t covered in the painting, parts of your body that were hidden by the clothing, yet she wanted to capture every piece.

she stammered, “no— i wouldn’t, it’s just the portrait-”

“what about it?”

a cunning smirk spread across your face as ellie’s face reddened— and you didn’t stop there. immediately you reached for your bra, tossing it to the side to reveal your bare chest. ellie was caught in complete awe. sweat loosened her grip to the brush causing it to fall onto floor.

“i started it with your clothes on…i can’t finish if they aren’t.”

it sounded more like a question than an outright statement. despite her words the last thing ellie wanted was for you to stop. quickly, she noticed your hand creeping towards your jeans, sliding them down your legs and any remnants of hesitation began to diminish.

“i guess we’ll just have to make it work then,” you grinned, allowing the fabric to fall beneath your knees.

abashed, ellie’s eyes darted back over to canvas as a battle with her own pleasure stirred between her legs. she tried to remember the image of you fully clothed but all she thought about was the one of you nearly naked. she couldn’t help but look back over as you played with your underwear, the only piece of clothing still present on your body.

“how’s it going?” you purred.

“good—“

you began sauntering over to her, toying with the hem of your panties until you were right in front of her. breathing became a foreign concept to ellie. she couldn’t think, let alone finish the painting with the sight of you so exposed in front of her.

you sat dangerously close to her, admiring the unfinished portrait. a small smile spread across your lips as you placed a hand on ellie’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. she could feel your breath fan the lobe of her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to rise.

“you really do work miracles, williams,” you whispered, breathily.

she couldn’t tell if you were talking about the painting or the insatiable desire brewing at the forefront of both of your minds. regardless she couldn’t resist much longer.

“it’s easy with the right muse.”

she dropped the brush from her fingers trailing them down the small of your back until she reached your underwear. the distance between the two of you was practically non-existent. your lips tentatively traced her neck not fully allowing them to touch just yet.

“y/n.”

her voice was stern, and almost threatening. it sent a wave of pleasure to your core but hesitantly, you stopped.

“is this what you want?”

self restraint was a virtue that ellie was merely clinging to. she wanted nothing more than to touch you, but she couldn’t, not yet.

“more than anything.”

ellie didn’t move. she knew what you wanted but she had to hear you say it. by the second you grew even more needy, desperately pressing your body against her for some sort of release.

“ellie please….” you whined, the pleasure becoming almost tortuous, causing her ego to triple at the sight.

“what do you want, tell me.”

her tone lowered as did her gaze as she focused on you. she could feel you writhing at her side, it awakened something in her, and at the moment you knew as well.

“i need you to touch me.”

this was ellie’s green light. she cupped your face in her calloused hands, ardently kissing you. she pushed her weight against you, causing the both of you to fall back onto the bed. her hands traveled down to your legs quickly sliding off the piece of fabric that separated you.

the feeling of your bare skin against her was heaven. she couldn’t help but continue to roam it, touching every crevice as if it were the last time.

“mmh.. you feel so good,” she moaned, moving towards your neck.

she teasingly slid her tongue over the vein, feverishly sucking it on it. you could hardly produce a sentence as ellie attacked the most vulnerable and sensitive parts of your neck. her weight kept you pressed against the mattress and it only forced the heat to grow stronger.

her mouth reached your exposed tits, taking one nipple into her mouth. she looked up at you, swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh before moving onto the next. your hands shot up, sinking them into her disheveled hair.

“more….more, please.”

she kept her mouth on your chest, drawing her hands down even further towards your wet pussy, dripping with need. releasing her mouth from your overstimulated nipple with a pop, ellie spat onto her finger tips. the pad of her index finger made contact first, gently rubbing on your clit.

“shit—“ you gasped, clutching onto her arms.

“so fucking needy…”

she applied more pressure to your clit, moving back to your neck. the pleasure simmered from all angles of your body, leaving you a moaning mess in ellie’s hold. the only thing occupying space in your mind was her and the sinful things she could do to you.

“look at you…so desperate for me. you could’ve asked sooner.”

filthy words fell from her pink lips, some were praises and others unrepeatable. the blood rushed straight to groin as ellie slipped a digit in, catapulting you into a splintering high. your vision became clouded by black spots as she curved her finger, searching for the sensitive spongy flesh.

“you’re gonna cum for me? all over my fingers?”

“yes, yes— i’m so close,” you whimpered, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.

the sight of you unraveling brought ellie her own pleasure, fueling her to slip yet another finger into your wet core. she adored the way you clamped around her fingers, offering her no escape, the warmth was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

within a matter of seconds you reached your first high, writhing underneath ellie. waves of pleasure traveled through your body leaving you paralyzed as she lifted her body from yours, placing a soft kiss on your temple. she stepped away, leaving you cold and still reeling from the orgasm.

when she returned she was nearly naked aside from the harness wrapped securely around her pelvis. once again a familiar ache found its way back to your pussy, but this time it was hungrier.

“if i could paint you like this, i would,” she smirked, admiring your weakened state before joining you back on the bed.

it was only the beginning.

“one more? think you could take that?” ellie teased, her tone nearly mocking you, and it only fueled you to prove her wrong.

you leaned forward grabbing hold of silicone, pressing the tip against your overstimulated clit. the contact was cold and sent an addictive chill through your body. you held it there, allowing yourself a bit of fun before she took control again.

“fuck….”

the tip became coated in your wetness, sparking an almost primal urge in ellie.

“lean back,” she ordered.

without hesitation you released the strap, giving ellie room to push it into your dripping pussy. she took it, allowing you to feel every inch of it entering cunt. you threw your head back, a string of obscenities escaping from your mouth as she sunk herself in deeper.

“oh…..” you cried, pressing your eyes closed. desperately you tried to contain yourself but that stupid smirk on ellie’s face had already taken shape.

“too much?”

her movements were slow, taunting at that. she thrusted in until the strap buried inside of you, holding it there until you were a moaning mess.

you stuttered, “no—no i—“ prying your eyes open, you forced yourself to look at her through a veil of tears.

it felt heavenly.

her thrusts became more fluid, drawing sharp whines from your lips. with each stroke she brushed against your g-spot just enough to tease you and it was purposeful.

she brought her hand down, circling your clit with her thumb as the pleasure soared to an intoxicating level.

“harder ellie— fuck— don’t stop.” you muttered through gritted teeth.

she sped up noticing just how deeply it affected you. each movement sent you over the edge, bringing you just a step closer to another high. however, ellie wanted to take her time, she wanted to remember it, the moans, your cries and just how hot you looked.

“how does it feel?”

“so so good….” you mewled.

she spat down on your already wet pussy adding to the infatuating sensation already consuming you. she fell in love with the way it sunk into you, fitting snugly into your walls. she quickly began fucking you more fervently, slamming her hips into your aching cunt.

leaning down, she kissed you sloppily and with more passion than ever before. you moaned into the kiss, ushering ellie closer with your legs.

she moved towards your ear, gently nipping at it as she whispered, “i’m gonna make you come so hard.”

your legs shook with each earth shattering stroke. the pleasure was almost unbearable, causing a huge knot within your stomach to form, leaving you begging for a simple release.

ellie took pride in her efforts, it was evident. the sweat clinging to your skin, the pleas falling from your lips, you were mere moments away from cumming all over her bed and she wanted to savor the moment.

“just like that baby, come for me, all over me.”

with a few last but deep strokes the white hot pleasure consumed you, leaving you entirely speechless. ellie couldn’t help but stare, this was beauty if she’d ever seen it. she leaned down to kiss you once more, removing the strap from your cunt. you looked over at her, reeling from the remnants of your explosive orgasm.

she cupped your face in your hands, running them over your sweaty face. this was it. this is what she wanted to capture, she looked back at the blank canvas and then at you when an idea sprang into her mind.

“leaving me soon?”

“not for a second, stay like that.”

she hopped off the bed, picking her brush up from the ground. then she turned her canvas onto the opposite side, presenting a blank white page.

“i wanna paint you like this,” she purred, briefly running her eyes over you once more. ellie looked as if she was in love, and truly she was. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted to create something more.

millions of potential ideas sparked in her mind the longer that gazed at you and it only fueled her urge to paint.

“but i look gross…” you muttered.

despite ellie’s enthusiasm you couldn’t fathom why she was so eager to document, especially like that. sweat clung to your skin, leaving you with an almost sticky feel. you could hardly move, courtesy of ellie, so you were trapped in an awkward position.

“i think you look beautiful…and you are my muse after all,” she grinned, with her eyes beaming directly at you.

her words sent a gentle buzz of warmth to your cheeks, allowing you to slowly relax as she began a new, more authentic portrait.

she hummed, “so what do you think?”

“i’m all yours williams.”

#the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #the last of us x reader #ellie request #requests

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turbulentscrawl · 4 months

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Hi! Just wanted to say I really love your andrew characterization! 😗👌💕 (Chef's kiss)

Idk what your requests look like, so if you're full up right now, no worries! But if not can I request something 🌶️ for Andrew? Either a fluffy/awkward first time or on the opposite side of the spectrum, Andrew's a little jealous of the attention his s/o has been getting and wants to prove that he's the only one for them and gets a little rough in bed (not any hitting or anything like that). Gender neutral pronouns but afab if you need to describe.. parts. Lol thank you!

I went with something closer to option 2. ...Does general dominance count as getting rough? I get a little carried away writing smut sometimes...but I hope you like this anyway! x

Warnings: jealousy, andrew-typical cussing, oral, real mushy right at the end

As soon as the match ended, Andrew grabbed you by your wrist and marched the both of you to his dark room. His long strides made it difficult to keep up, and he didn’t speak a word along the way, so it was a small shock when you found yourself backed up against the inside of his bedroom door, caged in by his arms and anguished scowl.

“Stop talking to him so much,” he hissed. He was like a ghost in the darkness, the moonlight through his windows making his paleness glow.

Too busy admiring him, your reply came delayed, “Who?”

“William. Ellis,” he spat the other man’s name like he spat curses. With spiteful venom. But once that fleck of anger was out, his face crumpled into something more frightened, insecure. “Why do you…why do you let him so close? He runs his mouth to you…so. Goddamn. Much. He stands too close. He rescued you twice today—” Andrew tapers off with an unspoken phrase. That’s HIS job.

Suddenly it all clicked together. Your bittersweet Andrew was jealous—and of William, of all people, who was so incredibly opposite of him. You could see how that might intensify his usual worries, but it was also ridiculous. Kinda hot. But ridiculous. You raised a hand to reassuringly cup his chiseled jaw. His head bobbed like he couldn’t decide whether to lean into it or pull away.

“Andrew, I don’t look at anyone else the way I look at you.” He scoffed in reply, the weak little one he did when his fires were doused a bit.

“Maybe not…but you still humor the looking too much for my liking.” His eyes drifted away, expression growing unreadable. “Am I the one you want, or not?”

“You’re the only one I want, ever,” you said. His eyes were locked on some vision in the corner, some line of thought that had his gears turning ominously. There was always a gamble when that expression fell over him. How high were the walls he’d just put up? Would he be defensive or receptive to deeper comforts? Taking a chance, you slid your hands down his neck slowly, down to his chest, and nuzzled yourself against him. “Andrew. Is there anything I can do to help?”

His eyes snapped back to yours instantly, and you were surprised to find there was heat in them rather than pain. He held your gaze for a surprising amount of time, still thinking, smoldering. His jaw shifted as he chewed on his next words.

“Get on your knees,” Andrew’s quiet voice came out like hot gravel. One of his gloved hands was already pulling his robes open, fishing for his pants. “And open your mouth.”

Well, that went straight to your crotch.

You could barely register the rarity of how boldly he’d said that. Andrew typically required more motivation to charge head-long into seduction…but then you’d never dared to test him with jealousy before. Maybe that was motivation enough. Before you knew it, you were kneeling on the ground in front of Andrew with your mouth ajar, looking up at his moonlit form. You’d followed his order without question, mind fried by shock and arousal.

Just as soon as his pants were undone, Andrew took your face in one hand and his already-hard cock in the other. He caressed your chin a moment with his dusty leather gloves, then clenched your jaw to force your mouth even wider. But he hesitated there, dazedly looking between you and his throbbing dick. Perhaps admiring the sight? But he was taunting you all the while without knowing, the rosy head of his cock just inches away and glistening with a single bead of precum. It was close enough, so you slid your tongue out to greet it, coax it.

Andrew jolted back at the warm, wet sensation, and his nerve suddenly returned. The weight of his cock landed against your lips. He pulled back, just a bit, and then slid it home along your tongue. Andrew hissed, a long and slow, “Shhhhiiit,” and his forehead thudded against the wall above you. The hand still holding your jaw pulled you forward, slowly, slowly taking more of him in. Your nose just grazed pale hair before you choked, and he drew you back to a safe length.

“Fuck,” he gasped above you, barely audible. “That’s almost all of it.” He tilted your face up enough that you could make out his flushed expression above you. And in that rough voice again, he said, “Suck.”

And you did, with all the vigor and adoration you could muster. His hand was a guide for steadiness, but Andrew otherwise let you work at your own speed. You grabbed at is pants in your haziness, massaging his strong thighs and tugging the fabric slowly lower and lower. Andrew sighed and moaned rhythmically above you. First he pressed his face against the wall, weak and flush, but then he leaned away to better watch you work. He wasn’t often enamored by things, but you knew that look in his eye for what it was….

After several minutes, when your eyes locked again, Andrew licked his lips. “You like that, don’t you? You’re filthy…but just for me,” he said breathily. A shiver ran down your spine, straight to your crotch. His dirty talk was a treat. “Would you rather have it in the other end? You want me to fuck you?” You moaned an affirmative around him, sliding your hands to grope his pale, exposed hips desperately.

Andrew ripped away from you suddenly, hissing as your teeth catch against him, and flips you over pulling your bottoms off. Before you could settle back against the ground, he hauled you up knees-over-elbows with the remarkable strength that’s so easy to forget he has, and pinned you against the wall. The head of his cock rest against you, ready to destroy any remaining composure you had. His hands trembled slightly against your ass, and you didn’t think it was due to straining.

“Say it,” he said, almost pleaded. You knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I love you, Andrew,” you cooed. Relief was in his sigh as he kissed and slid into you.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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AHHHHHHH SUPER DUPER EXCITED FOR YOUR EVENT, CONGRATS MY DEAR!!! THIS IS SO GREAT I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!

49. slowly kissing down the body (kissing prompt list)

96. remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.

63. sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

anon <3

JSBDODNSOE THANK YOU, BUT THESE PROMPTS THO???? LE CHEFS KISS-

TW!!!! suggestive content, nothing explicit but implications are present!!

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“Sit still, for the love of all that is holy.”

“I’m trying.”

Atsumu never is the one trying to get to sleep. It’s always you, and he who comes in and ruins the peace and quiet, but tonight, for whatever reason, you are the exact opposite, and you’ve been stirring and turning and shoving him and grabbing him to cuddle and doing anything but sleeping, and he feels his patience wavering- it seldom ever does, but tonight you’re on thin ice before he rolls on top of you to force you to stay still.

It could’ve been the way he made the bed today. Or, the way your pajamas rub against the sheets. Or, the way the moonbeams slipped through the curtains. Whatever it is, he needs you to figure it out so he can fix it, and go the hell to sleep.

But it seems like that’s far from an option for both of you.

“I will, personally, spit in your breakfast tomorrow if you don’t cuddle me and calm down,” he groans, tossing an arm over your torso, pulling you close and ignoring the way you push him away. “What has gotten into you?”

“I can’t relax,” you whimper, throwing your fists against the mattress in frustration. “I’m worried about waking up and being tired.”

There’s a silence that falls between you both, and without another sound, he raises on his elbow with a cocked brow, trying not to laugh as you glare at him. “Don’t even say it.”

“Fine,” he snorts. Then, he slips his arm back around you in an attempt to give you some more comfort. “There’s no reason for you to be worried about being tired; you know that if we need to take a little nap tomorrow, we can. But we actually have to sleep for that to be a possibility.”

You say nothing, and this has him pouting even more. Now, not only are you not tired, but you’re upset, and he doesn’t want either to be your fates.

“You’re annoying,” you grumble, turning on your side. He sighs softly before gently moving to rest his hand on your hip. He jostles you gently before spooning behind you. His lips gently kiss over the shell of your ear, suckling at the sensitive point behind it.

“Don’t be like that,” he says softly. “I didn’t mean to make you upset… I just want my baby to sleep ‘s all. Wish I could help you.”

“Well, you can’t, so let me sulk alone.”

A cheeky grin splash over his cheeks, the hand on your hip smoothing over the bone softly, “I can think of a way to make you tired.” He feels you stiffen up, and his grin only intensifies as you slowly roll on your back to look at him.

“Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow,” you warn, and he chuckles as he leans down to catch your lips in a kiss, panting softly when you eagerly respond to the affection.

“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles against your lips, biting the bottom as he trails his kisses down your jawline to your neck, down to your collarbone before fingers toy with the hem of your night shirt.

“Let me tire you out.”

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edenesth · 3 months

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Hi, was just wondering. You're such a great writter, so is there anyone on this app that *you* would recommend? Who does for you what you do for us?

Hello, anon!

Yep, I sure do! I'm almost certain there are plenty of talented writers on Tumblr, who I have yet to check out because I've been doing so much writing and very little reading lately, but I'll be listing the ones I found memorable and absolutely adore so far🫶🏻

@/sorryimananti-romantic (I just LOVE this writer's works!)

@/gamerwoo (mostly SVT fics but they're so good!)

@/in-san-ity (I've reread this writer's Jongho fic so many times, I've completely lost count atp lmao)

@/songmingisthighs (endless list of good stuff—the gasp I gusped when this writer sent me an ask requesting to be on my series tag list)

@/latte-fairytaekwoon (the reactions/scenarios from this writer are just *chef's kiss* they intensify the deluluness in me sksksks)

I think that's about it for now! Please go show these amazing writers some love and support!❤️

#lovely asks

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 6 months

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I've watched the Godfather movies and now I understand. I understand why so many peeps in the fandom were doing mafia AUs 😩 the aesthetic, the drama potential!!! Currently stopping myself from writing stuff about that 'cause there's been 378274527163 HCs and AUs written already, but damn.

#I've seen bits and pieces of the first movie AGES ago #but never took the time to sit down and actuall watch the movies #and goddamn I was not deceived #.... might draw the turts just for the sake of the aesthetic #also it actually solidified my goal of learning Italian #I've always wanted to learn it and can understand stuff to some extent #but now I really want to plunge into it #should be easy-ish since I speak French #ANYWHOOZLE #assertive men in suits -CHEF KISS INTENSIFIES-

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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OML YOUR DOB IMAGINE IS *chefs kiss*. Could you do one with Mitch Rapp? I don't wanna pressure you it's your choice, but if you decide to do it can it be smut?

im a whore for him help

Truthfully, you know better. You really do.

Yet that doesn’t seem to stop you from finding your place in front of Mitch’s door that fateful Saturday night.

You know he’s in there. Heard him come back to the compound an hour or so ago. Had decided then that you wouldn’t let that night mean nothing. That you wouldn’t let what happened in the hallway be forgotten.

For days, you’ve been arguing with yourself that what he said—what he did—was merely the result of increased adrenaline and the thrill of success. That he was drunk. Drunk with power, drunk with alcohol, and drunk with the knowledge that he’d done what couldn’t be done. That’s all it was.

But no matter the excuse you create, you can’t shake the image from your head. Can’t erase the feel of his fingertips. Can’t erase the way he looked at you as you brushed the hair back from his forehead. Can’t erase the way his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “It’s always been you.”

The next, he’d acted as if it had never happened. As if he’d forgotten.

But it did happen. And you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

With a quick breath, your knuckles rap against the door. You wait for a moment, listening intently for any telltale signs of movement.

You hear the sound of rustling. Perhaps the shift of a sheet. The creak of a mattress.

But no footsteps.

You knock again before calling, “Mitch? It’s me, can we…can we talk?”

Another sound. Deeper. You lean closer, ear pressing to the wood as you attempt to decipher. It’s his voice, you know that much, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. Maybe he’s inviting you in. Maybe he’s inviting you to leave.

You can’t really be sure and the anxious hollow in your stomach merely intensifies with each passing second.

So, with a burst of self-assurance, you straighten up, twist the handle, and thrust the door open.

Your eyes find his first. That soft, golden brown you’re so used to. Comforting, almost. Familiar.

Then, you notice his hair. The way it’s fallen across his forehead, sweaty and disheveled. The way it drapes over his eyebrows as he peers across the room at you.

You notice the slight flush in his cheeks. The heave of his chest. Notice the nakedness of his skin, your gaze traveling down his clenched jaw toward the rapid ripple of his stomach.

And then…you see.

You see his hand, tight around his cock as he pumps up and down in a swift, urgent motion.

For a moment, you’re not quite sure what to do. What to think. You stand, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and heart racing as you watch him.

You expect him to stop. To cover. To feel just as startled as you do.

Yet, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hide. Doesn’t attempt to excuse it away. Doesn’t even yell at you for coming into his room.

Instead…he groans.

And not the same groan you’re so used to hearing from him. Not a groan of exasperation or disapproval.

A salacious groan. Lust-filled and needy. So desperate and depraved, you feel the way your stomach flips for an entirely different reason.

Now he’s not the only one flushed.

Your lips part, ready to call his name. Ask him what he’s doing. Maybe apologize for barging in.

And yet, there’s something in his expression that forces your feet to bring you further into the room. Closer to where he sits against the headboard with his legs strewn out before him.

He watches you like a hawk, following the movement as you slowly make your way to the right side of the bed.

You’re desperate to hear that sound again. Desperate to be a part of this moment. With him.

Your eyes flick down to his hand. The veins ever prominent in his arm as he squeezes the tip of his cock. As his head rolls back against the wall behind him and he sucks the air through his teeth in a hiss.

Mesmerized by the drip coating his knuckles, your fingers dance about the air as if reaching out for him.

But you slow, pulling back slightly as you look up. As you search for a sign. Permission. Encouragement.

You haven’t exchanged a single word thus far. And yet you almost know what he’d say even without him ever getting the chance to say it.

And you’re proven correct when your name is whispered from his lips like a promise, pulling you closer until you’re sitting directly next to his leg.

Your pulse races. Skin hot as you watch him. Entranced by his beauty. By the clench of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes as the pleasure nearly overtakes him.

You’ve reached the point of no return. You don’t imagine you’ll ever forget this moment for the rest of your life. Don’t imagine you’ll ever be able to look at him again and not remember the way he looks like right now.

You don’t even realize that your legs have begun to part, your fingers subconsciously finding their way to your thighs as if desperate for your own relief.

But Mitch notices. Almost immediately. Watching the scratch of your nails along your sweatpants rather anxiously as another soft whine breaks free from his lips.

And before you really have a chance to stop yourself, your hand is slipping beneath the band of your sweats until you feel exactly how aroused you really are by this scene.

Your head drops, chin finding your chest as you take a slow, steady breath. Your touch is light. Quick. Dipping inside for only a moment until you suck in a sharp gasp.

Mitch shifts beside you, straightening up as his rhythm begins to falter. “Shit…shit, lemme see. Please…please let me see.”

You lean back, palm finding the mattress behind you as you brace yourself and meet his eye.

However, instead of obliging to his request, you smirk, tugging your lip between your teeth as you curl your finger in once more.

Your jaw drops at the sensation. The ache. So sharp and blinding that you can’t resist the soft whimper you exhale.

Mitch’s teeth grit in response as he tugs at his cock once more, the sound clearly doing sinful things to his body and mind.

You tease him a bit more. Merely because you can. Because it’s him. And he so fucking deserves it after everything he’s done.

Your thumb finds your clit, the slightest amount of pressure enough to leave you jolting in response. Hand completely disappearing beneath your sweats as you feel yourself out, desperate for that rush.

“Fuck—” His resolve is crumbling, his motions becoming quick and focused. “Take ‘em off. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Your head shakes fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you indulge in the feel of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, however, you feel a tight pressure around your wrist as you glance back up to see his hand, soaked and strained, tugging your arm closer.

You’re pulled forward, eyebrows flying up your forehead as you still about two inches from his face.

His breath, labored and stressed, tickles at the hairs near your cheeks as his dark stare finds yours.

“You’re gonna take them off,” he repeats lowly, and you can feel the chill run down your spine. “And then you’re gonna take me down that pretty little throat.”

You can do nothing but melt into the feel of his rough touch around your hand, so aroused from such a simple action that your brain begins to spin.

“Is that understood?” he asks now before his eyes quickly fall to your lips and you’re left to pant desperately.

You can do nothing but nod, the softest whimper slipping out once he lets go and your chest deflates.

“Good girl,” he murmurs proudly before nodding his chin at you and smirking. “Go on.”

So…

You do.

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happypopcornprincess · 3 months

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Bruh not me bawling my eyes out after watching Ep 5 of 3 Will Be Free.

The betrayal by your first love and then falling for someone you can't have in the first place 💔

How one night of talks can change your entire view of life, how you don't need to be physical with someone to fall for them, how innocent and sweet love can be.

The fact that, in the story, all this happens in the span of a single night gives a sense of urgency to the plot. You can actually feel that time is running out for them with every scene.

As someone still trying to figure out life, this had me feeling all kinds of things. Fuck i had to pause for a second just to cry it out because I have ben Shin. I have been that person with the one sided first love and the hopeless romantic for someone you can't be with.

Kudos to GMMTV for making me rethink everything I know for the third time in row. (First two being Moonlight Chicken and A Tale of 1000 Stars)

Also the fact that you can feel the love and effort that went in to make this episode. The framing, the music, the colors, the cinematography just... chef's kiss dude!

My favorite shots from this episode... I really got to rewatch it just for the cinematography T~T

10/10 episode so far GODDAMMMITT *crying intensifies*

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Hello hello! May i request the shy but kind s/o with trey, jade and rook? (As you can see i LOVE the vice dorm leaders but ik the limits three so i chose my top 3 😁) also thank you! And i think you deserve like- a million followers- cuz yr writing is top tier chefs kiss 👌

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Don’t worry! Humm… I see that you choose the “top3 sneakiest and shadiest vice leaders” from Idia’s list lmao And we continue with the saga of the shy kind reader~ In case some readers want more, there’s one for Deuce and other for Jack, Leona, Azul. I’ll make special masterlists for repeated tropes at the end of the event. I really like Trey and writing his was literally sweet but I just had so much fun writing Rook’s! He’s the weirdest of the weirdos but he amuses me. Thanks for the request <3 |

Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Rook Hunt x g!n shy but kind reader / headcanons / fluff / crush to lovers / (half) vice dorm leaders / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Gentle Lover

Trey knew you would be good company from the first moment he saw you. Unlike the other students who caused chaos even when they tried to avoid it — you know exactly who he’s talking about — your quieter, more shy personality stood out to him. Which was funny because you didn't used to like attracting attention to yourself;

Trey could understand that. He liked to act like a normal boy and as much as his life had always been relatively ordinary, he was considered the “quiet and proper student” of the class wherever he went. Both that and that classic “big brother” that others can rely on. Trey is reserved but, not necessarily shy or introspective;

When you talk together, it's like baking a cake. Ingredient by ingredient, stirring the dough gently and with a certain dexterity. Trey didn't pressure you to talk more than you liked and there was this implicit feeling that you were free to call it a day and do whatever you wanted after a good small talk. He would understand perfectly;

But ironically, it only made you spend even more time talking to him. Trey also noticed over time that you had a gentle side and even when your shyness was a hindrance, you didn't fail to help others and be helpful. This impression was intensifying more and more;

Before Trey could realize it, he was in love. It was like finding the perfect cherry to put on the cake he was preparing. Such a good, comfortable and sweet feeling. Trey found himself thinking for the first time about something that didn’t involve flour, sugar and stopping Riddle from guillotining the entire dorm;

He handled the situation with the utmost calm. There was no reason to act weird and if he suddenly got shy, you'd get it wrong — as happens in the teen movies Cater insists on recommending to Trey and forces him to watch. Not that Trey considers himself a movie-worthy protagonist but, one way or another, it was better to act normally;

But Trey is never prepared for the way you smile when he greets you as you walk in the hallways or when you visit Heartslabyul. You give a restrained nod but your smile is graceful and warm. It's like someone kneading Trey’s heart on a table, making it beat violently. But he is quick to pull himself together and smile at you back;

It took Trey a while to think of a way to declare himself to you, but in the end, he chose to make one of your favorite foods and leave a little note with the words “I love you”. Despite all the compliments that others give him, Trey doesn't consider himself the most skilled with words and he just wanted to make his feelings clear and easy to understand;

And so it was. You were so surprised but at the same time so happy that your love for Trey was reciprocated that you put the food aside just to hug him. It was a sudden but strong hug. Full of gratitude and affection, in a way that the gesture managed to be more complete than the best-crafted poetry;

Trey already expected that being your boyfriend would be a unique experience, even more so because it seemed that he only stayed friends with strange and eccentric people. Well, sometimes you could be one of those people deep down — actually, someone just like him. That made Trey laugh;

One of the things Trey likes to do with you is cooking. Whether he teaches you, whether you do something together, it’s a time of calm and tranquility. You are a perfect sous-chef, helpful and partner for all hours. Trey enjoys those little moments when you smile, always surprising him with yet another of your secret wonders.

You see, the ocean is the home to all kinds of fishes and creatures. Some more courageous and daring, others more shy and taciturn. The size of these fishes, in general, has a special role in how much they are willing to take risks in the sea — the same as extroverts in the real world;

But regardless of size, you had the shyness of a little fish and Jade had everything to be the big fish, not only for his height but for the subtle way he inflicted fear on people. At first, you didn't have a very different reaction. Every time Jade passed by you, it was as if he had come out of the depths of nowhere and shock your heart;

It was a joy for Jade to see how your eyes could double in size every time you recognized his presence and the way you tripped over yourself and your own words when trying to talk to him. However, when he needed help with something, you were there to offer support. Always. Against all the odds, you mustered the courage to extend your hand to him;

Just like the time Jade was taking his pharmaceutics project to Prof. Crewel, which consisted of two terrariums from different families of fungi that he crossed. But the terrariums were reasonably large and you, passing by, worried that he was taking it all himself. Taking a deep breath, you approached him and half muttering, half gesticulating, you showed yourself willing to take the second terrarium to Jade;

No matter the good deed, you didn't bother to ask for anything in return. Even though being quite shy and talking to people wasn't your forte, you were always kind to others. Truly kind. Jade had no idea that someone consciously helping him and smiling in such a sweet way could make his heart feel as light as a bubble;

There was no more natural course but Jade ended up falling in love with you little by little. He managed to get closer to you over time, talking and sharing some of the thoughts that most of the time he hid. Obviously, not all on the same day. It was an equivalent exchange between you, one and the other opening up more day after day;

If being shy gives you any advantage, it's having that comfortable air of someone who can listen to people. The beginning was of slow development because this was also the role that Jade played in any conversation. He was naturally trained to guide people into a false sense of security to hear their deepest secrets. And you were... very difficult in that matter;

But the feeling of comfort you conveyed was genuine and won his heart with the dexterity of a good fisherman. Jade didn't realize it — it was Azul who commented on it — but he always smiled when he was next to you, listening to you talk very quietly about your opinions. A real smile, long and sweet. The kind of smile usually reserved for his mushrooms;

To your infinite surprise, the romantic feelings you developed for Jade were reciprocal and, in the words of the merman himself, you dominated him as no one has ever done and never would. That was said to make your heart fail for a brief moment and your shocked reaction was exactly what Jade expected. Oh, you just started dating and you already made him that happy!;

There is a silver lining to having a big fish as a boyfriend: other people are more afraid to pick on you. No matter where or when, Jade knows when others make some derogatory comment about your shyness — and woe betide them. Jade is for sure that person who in any establishment usually makes the requests that you whispered in his ear and corrects the waiters when they don’t understand what you said;

If you want a little encouragement to improve your speech or open up to people, Jade is there for it. He is a natural communicator and would be happy to help you. But in general, Jade cherishes a lot for your sweet and shy way of being, a precious anemone that he will take care of with all his affection.

If there was one thing Rook liked almost as much as admiring people’s beauty, it was contemplating their personalities. The world has a variety of people just like a tree and its thousands of leaves — similar but not necessarily the same. Even people of similar temperament weren’t like twins, perfect copies of each other;

Rook had already met several shy people and yet, you stood out among them in a very special way. Although he tried to explain it to you, you didn't quite understand. In fact, Rook’s pompous, eccentric and eloquent nature scared you a little at first. You never knew what to say to him and hearing him compliment you in a thousand ways didn't help much;

Invariably, you ran away from him as a frightened and smart dove runs away from a hunter. That only increased Rook’s interest in you. The circumstances of how you had stopped in that unknown world, the secrets you hid, your likes and fears, the words you wanted to say but never escaped the gates of your lips. He wanted to know everything!;

In his free time, Rook liked to watch you from afar, watching your interaction with the world around you. You carried with you the shaking feelings of shyness, but the real gentleness of a noble heart. Your sparrow’s song — as Rook affectionately called your occasional stutter — was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard;

Rook always made a point of greeting you when he passed you — visibly and not behind a bush. At first, you were scared, but over time, it became part of your routine. You would wave and nod at Rook back, sometimes managing to smile a little. You had no idea how much it melted his heart. And melted him too, as Rook throws himself at whoever was passing near him to hold him as he absorbed your kind response;

Eventually, when Rook struck up a conversation, you could answer him with a little more than five short words. Rook was an absolute gentleman with you, always courteous and gentle. And also sincere support in the small and big things. Even when faced with your flaws, his words were far from being rude or ironic. In fact, he gave you a little hope to keep trying to improve;

Your kindness to others is the central theme of most of the poetry Rook writes about you — and recites in the direction of your room in Ramshackle, so you can hide your flushed face and your reactions, and give him even more material to eloquently lament about how he can't reach you in that moment. An absolute mad lad but you're falling in love with him too;

During walks around the school, Rook often gives up his own hat so you can hide your face in it while you talk. He cannot restrain himself from praising and courting you whenever he gets the chance, swearing by the superiority of your inner and outer beauty above any other. You really can’t help but hide yourself behind that feather hat;

Rook definitely confessed his deep love for you in front of the Beautiful Queen’s statue during the most magnificent sunset you had ever seen. He told you that, according to some legends, the Queen was shy and reserved like you when she was young. But she has learned to combine her beauty and intelligence to overcome her obstacles;

Rook is confident in your potential and admires you in every way, even if you only advance little by little. He’ll be by your side at all times, being your moral support and a right-arm that you can hold on to to keep yourself on your feet. His faithfulness is immutable and absolute. It’s the first time you see him so confident and determined to swear his love only to you;

Rook is a fairly understandable boyfriend and respects your development time above everything. No matter how long it takes for you two to kiss, hold hands, or do anything, Rook is pleased to know that you love him back. Your small gestures of kindness and love are what make him happiest.

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #trey clover x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #shy but kind reader #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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viroman · 10 months

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Headcanon #2

The palace chef was the kind of person who was always under close scrutiny. The emperor sometimes personally came to check the state of the kitchen and was generally very critical of the food served to him and the princess, but his bride never complained. Especially the observation intensified during Penelope's pregnancy, and the pressure from Callisto was such that the chef's hands were shaking and he could not concentrate.

After the birth of Judith, Penelope began organizing life in the palace. And, of course, Callisto was kicked out of the kitchen, and the chef could cook in peace, without a sword at his throat.

One night Penelope was very hungry. Not wanting to wake anyone, she slipped out of her husband's arms and made her way to the kitchen, asking the guards not to worry about her and not to tell anyone where she was. Since Penelope is often here during preparations for banquets, she found the ingredients right away. The chef, suffering from insomnia, was greatly surprised by the presence of the Empress, but decided to offer his help. They talked for half an hour on all sorts of topics, while the meat and vegetables were stewed.

The excited emperor caught them just at the moment when Penelope was considering the spices offered by the chef. Without giving Callisto time to recover, the empress dragged him to the table and placed a plate of food in front of him.

“Darling, if you were so hungry, you could tell me about it, I would order...”

“I wanted to cook by myself, why did I have to wake you up?”

��I had to check everything”

“You don't trust my abilities? If you won't eat it, say so"

“Oh my love! I will eat everything that you cook and what you will feed me”, Callisto said and kissed his wife’s hands, noticing the disappointment and resentment in her voice.

The words of the emperor encouraged Penelope. Piercing the meat on a fork, she put a piece in his mouth, watching Callisto smile with pleasure and ask for more with her eyes. Her eyes sparkled. At some point, he took the fork and gave his wife the meat himself, and then kissed the corner of his mouth, licking off the sauce. Penelope laughed and hugged her husband.

The chef quietly stood aside and watched the empress bask in the arms of the emperor while he finished eating vegetables. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes. Gods, it was charming, Callisto and his concern for his wife caused delight.

Since then, the Empress often visited the kitchen and delighted her husband with unusual dishes (often traditional Korean food). Several times a month, Callisto and Penelope cooked together at night. It became their little ritual that only the chef and a few guards knew about. Callisto knew that sometimes Penelope was sad about life in Korea, so he supported her at such moments, as if reminding: "I will give you everything you want, everything that you lack, just be there."

Penelope loved his smile, his big hugs and kisses that tasted like Kimchi sauce.

Callisto loved her laugh, the blush on her cheeks and the happy gleam in her eyes.

And the chef was just glad to be left alone...

#this canon is too cute #villains are destined to die #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villain #death is the only ending for the villainess #единственный исход злодейки смерть #единственный конец злодейки смерть #vadd #vadtd #callisto regulus #penelope eckhart #calliope #callisto x penelope #penelope x callisto #penelope eckart

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local-pr1nter · 9 months

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Mondo Oowada Ship Dynamics

Just my opinions and personal Headcanons - if you don't like/agree with these, then please move on!

Assume these are all based in an Non-Despair AU!

Ishimondo

A classic ship. Absolute *chefs kiss*.

At this point it seems canon with the amount of shippers and fan content for these two. Don't get me wrong, I love them just as much as anyone, but even I can admit that they each have other respective ships that can be enjoyed just as much.

Anyways - Ishimondo!

Absolute dorks in love + nothing but respect and love on their parts. It takes a while for them to realize it's a romantic love instead of some brotherly bond as Taka puts it, but once they figure it out it's smooth sailing from there.

Taka encourages rational behavior and responsibilities, whilst Mondo encourages relaxation and realistic ideals. Together they're a good dynamic.

Nerd x former bully/moral compass x delinquent/rivals to lovers. A recipe for success.

Since they've been talked about to death, I won't elaborate much more on them.

But overall, they're a great couple together.

Owamiki

A FAVORITE AHHHHHHHHH

They're literally one of the sweetest pairings and it's a crime they aren't talked about enough. And yeah they never really interact like Taka and Mondo, but that one scene in the V3 Bonus Mode just kills me every dAMN TIME.

I adore them so much UGH - literally the only ship that made me wanna write fanfiction (and I did but we won't talk about that)

Anyway so timid shy girl x brash delinquent let's go.

Mondo definitely fell for her first. Thought she was a damn sweetheart from the moment he laid eyes on her - it only intensified whenever they ran into each other (ex the scene I referenced). Mondo absolutely adores her.

Mikan was oblivious to this and it took Ibuki and Mahiru pointing it out to her for her to notice. God she got so embarrassed and scared over the whole thing, thinking he was just some brute.

Ibuki was the first one to notice that Mondo actually REALLY liked her for her. And then she decided to help Mondo a bit because Ibuki is a matchmaker and I'm tired of pretending she's not.

With Ibuki's advice, Mondo is actually able to approach Mikan without shouting at her (however difficult it was) and expresses his feelings. She decides to give him a chance - after having a moment of confusion and fear once again - and agrees to go on a date.

And y'all. Mondo treats her so good. His volume is still hard to control but he goes out of his way to make her comfortable and happy and it both shocks and confuses Mikan that he actually wants to date her for her.

So they eventually get together!!!! Ibuki is very proud of herself for setting em up and constantly teases them about it.

They're the cliche highschool sweethearts you see in every movie and they're just adorable.

They adore each other - it's really sweet. Mondo thinks she's the cutest thing in the world and it takes every ounce of willpower to not squeal whenever she giggles or acts cute. Same goes for Mikan - she thinks he can be really sweet and adorable, despite his intimidating exterior. Almost like a big dog.

In public they only ever hug - PDA is too much for either of them, but on rare occasions they can be seen hugging, either Mikan hugging his midsection or Mondo wrapping an arm around her shoulders to hold her close.

Mondo is also very protective of her - he encourages her to stand up for herself as well, and doesn't butt into situations where she's got her friends to back her up. That doesn't mean he'll stand back and watch someone harass her - he will intimidate the other until they back off. Mikan doesn't support his violent tendencies at all.

OMG I REALIZED ITS THAT "BIG SCARY DOG PRIVILEGE" MEME HAHAHAHA

That's it that's their dynamic.

It gets better if Mondo's gang learns about her.

She's earned herself a pack of personal bodyguards who won't tolerate shit from anyone.

But anyways, they both stand to have a very sweet and heartwarming dynamic. Between the both of them, they have a relationship built on love, understanding, and mutual respect for one another.

Owagiri

A stoic introverted detective with the foul-mouthed biker delinquent. What more could you want?

God you know Mondo was the first to catch feelings. Albeit her initial cold exterior, Mondo wanted to know more, even after becoming friends (via Makoto), slowly turning into a crush on the mysterious detective.

Leon called him crazy for crushing on the "scary principal's daughter"

Taka and Chihiro were nothing but supportive and encouraging about the whole ordeal.

Daiyas only piece of advice was "Don't be a dick and just talk to her" Easier said than done of course.

But of course we all know his track record with other girls. The man started shouting at her again, much to his embarrassment and to Kyokos disappointment.

It only took some investigating on her end to figure out why he was acting so strange. And OH BOY WAS SHE FLABBERGASTED.

Mondo??? Likes her??? Impossible.

But as she looked at him with this whole new perspective, she slowly started to develop her own feelings. While he struggled to talk to her, Kyoko took a different approach to show her own interest. Subtle touches, faint smiles, more one on one time, subtle signs like that.

It slowly went like that until they both had a talk about their relationship. Then they agreed to give it a shot!

And my god it was a weird change.

Two people, infamous for hiding their emotions from others. Sounds like a disaster. And yet, they slowly start to adapt and change together.

They're both very quiet about the relationship, still trying to adjust and go about it at their own pace.

They're both very shy about any sort of affection or intimacy, finding it difficult to initiate. Although Kyoko quickly discovered she likes to play with Mondos hair when it's freshly washed and down.

That slowly evolved into cuddling sessions - Kyoko playing with his hair while Mondo simply enjoys her company. It only grows from there.

They're pretty casual about the relationship the more they lean into the whole idea, but they've grown pretty close - as friends and as partners.

Despite their initial setbacks, they actually make a sweet couple. Kyoko acts as the voice of reason, whilst Mondo shows Kyoko how to loosen up a bit and enjoy their school life.

Their dynamic is essentially rivals to lovers (if you count THH ch. 2/a non despair AU where their personalities just conflict) and/or badass/stoic person (Kyoko) x person who thinks that's the coolest thing ever and adores them very much (Mondo)

It's honestly a very mature relationship - built on lots of communication and learning from each party. Of course, no relationship could work without communication or understanding. With both parties being Kyoko and Mondo, once they get past both their setbacks and misunderstandings, they have potential to be a power couple. And even if it doesn't work out in the end, they would still have a strong friendship after the fact. A brain x brawn duo always has the potential to be a strong dynamic.

CRIME FIGHTING DUO FOR THE WIN BABYYYYYY

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daily reminder day 230: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s hugging richie from behind as richie makes lunch for them. he’s feeling a bit more clingy today, as if that’s anything new, and he’s been hanging off his husband all day practically like a koala bear. there was a time many years ago when he wouldn’t allow himself to be this clingy with richie. would push him off because of the many voices in his head telling him it was wrong, his mothers voice being the loudest. he used to have to find excuses to allow himself to be so close to him, hence that stupid 10 minute rule he made up for the hammock that he only really took seriously when richie was the one using the hanging seat, because he knew richie would never follow it. but eddie doesn’t have to do that anymore, because he and richie are married and in love. and if there’s ever a bad voice floating around in his head about how he shouldn’t let him so close, all richie has to do is smile at him or kiss him to make all that melt away. so, yeah, eddie stays clinging to his loves back because he loves him so much and never wants a moment away from him. and it’s then that richie turns in his arms with a smile, places his large hands on the sides of eddie’s face, and leans down to kiss his forehead. and richie doesn’t have to say the words, the kiss to eddie’s forehead says “i love you” itself. and eddie says it back by turning his head to kiss the palm of one of richie’s hands. and then they eat lunch, sitting close at their dining table, talking about any and everything.

daily reminder day 231: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now hes biting richie on the arm, richie laughing and trying to shake him off. eddie just loves his husband okay, and sometimes words just dont cut it. so he bites, as one does of course. it’s completely normal!

daily reminder day 232: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s doing a little dancy dance in the kitchen because he’s finally about to have lunch.

daily reminder day 233: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are watching the sunset as they take a walk on the beach.

daily reminder day 234: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s fighting with the remote control because it’s being stupid and not wanting to work and he’s THIS fucking close to throwing it out the window.

update: he threw it across the window

update on the update: richie got it and used it and magically got it to worked and now eddie’s scowling at the tv.

daily reminder day 235: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are having a cookout for them and a few neighbors plus bev and ben who came out to visit. richie is at the grill and hes wearing his signature “kiss the chef!” apron. and because nothing has changed from when they first started dating YEARS ago, richie teases him into giving him a kiss, to which eddie does “reluctantly” after the playful bickering.

daily reminder day 236: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s at work in his office working late on something. that is until he gets a call from his assistant that his husband is there in the lobby. a rush of giddiness flows it’s way through him as he says to let him up. eddie had missed richie and was dreading that he was gonna have to work late. but now he didn’t have to wait, and the excitement he feels only intensifies when richie walks in with dinner. eddie has so much to do, but he guesses he can spare an hour to eat with his husband.

daily reminder day 237: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s getting sweet, affectionate neck kisses from his husband, richie sitting behind him in bed with his hands around his waist while eddie types on his laptop.

daily reminder day 238: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s laying his head on richie’s soft tummy as he reads his book out loud, richie playing in his hair as he does.

daily reminder day 239: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s getting some ice cream that was on richie’s lips by kissing him. it’s double the sweetness, if he do say so himself.

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