#i love working overtime as a chef to cook for these two. like i'm their biggest fan

[mengyan]

千叮万嘱心念; prayers for longing

🐺 3.7k words, completed oneshot 🌙 weiqian has an affair going on, in which they may or may not be catching feelings about it... 🐺 featuring: mutual yearning (and destruction), a confession, and the choice to stay 🌙 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53375941

reblogs, kudos, and comments are very very appreciated!!

[miguelhugger2099]

Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry

[kayssweetdreams]

Camp WonderDream: Salty Love Part 7

Dinnertime was finally upon the camp. The children began to fill the Mess Hall and the Counselors had taken their spots above the mess hall. The scent of cake and pastries filled the entire hall. This of course, was Saltbaker making the "petit fours" for the Counselors. He just hoped he had enough time to snatch his note back from Balan. His utensils had worked overtime to make sure there was enough food for the kids, as well as enough time for him to finish the Forgetful deserts.

By the time he finally finished baking them, he only had one step left...just as a precaution. "Powerful deserts made by my own tears and sweat. Wipe the Counselors minds, and make them forget." He said, a small cloud appearing over the cakes and exploding into a small cloud of sugar that dantily decorated the top of the cakes. The portly salt shaker smiled at his work before he walked up to where the Counselors sat.

"Hello Saltbaker!" Mayday greeted, still licking chocolate off of her fingers "May C'mon, you can lick your fingers later, that's gross." Zuke told her "But Zuke, It's so good!" Mayday whined. Saltbaker smiled "Well, If you liked the chocolates, then you're gonna LOVE these!" He said, showing her the cakes with a flourish. Mayday and NiGHTS eyes sparkle at the sight of them. "Chef Saltbaker. You have outdone yourself!" NiGHTS says, grabbing one of them. The other Counselors did the same thing...except for Balan.

Saltbaker was confused 'what is he doing?' He thought. Balan got up, walked towards Saltbaker, took his cake...and offered it to him. "You've done such a good job, and even though you didn't have too, you made such a wonderful treat for us! It would be a shame of you couldn't try it too!" He explained. Saltbaker pushed it back towards him "Oh Balan, I insist! Cooking is my passion after all, and besides! I love seeing all the smiles that my cooking gets." He said, but Balan insisted "No No Dear Chef. I insist! You should at least try ONE of the things you make." He said.

Saltbaker paled. He couldn't just shove the cake down Balan throat, as he might loose his job, but on the other hand, If he kept refusing, the other Counselors might think there was SOMETHING in the cakes...which was what her DIDN'T want. "How about we split it?" He suggested. Balan nodded "Alright. Let's split it!" He said. Saltbaker grabbed one of his knives, and split it right down the middle. The two of them ate the halves at the same time.

Balan savored every single bite, but Saltbaker swallowed it as quickly as he could. 'Maybe if I'm lucky, I can get back to my cabin before I forget.' He though as he walked back down the stairs. Balan smiled as snapped his fingers and stopped the Chef in his tracks

"By the Way Chef..." he asked "Who's BonBon?"

This is a story inspired by @julili 's VERY adorable camp pic! I hope you enjoy AND go check out her work!

[mistaeq]

kira yoshikage: motivating and supporting his s/o

tw // none

contains: kira yoshikage motivating and supporting his neutral!s/o who feels unmotivated to pursue their career goals and dreams

dora's note: the raffle prize for the dear @berryvalentine has been delivered !! i hope you enjoy this dear. i had so much fun writing for kira, i hope i nailed him for you ~♡

word count: 1.1k

↳ when you first became a couple, kira knew you were a person who had dreams and career goals to pursue. he promised himself he would have helped the best he could, and you can say under any perspective that you aren't disappointed at all.

↳ yoshikage had never been one for love, and you had always been busy by yourself. so for the both of you, your love story was being a kind of a challenge. and ambition was the main key word. the feeling was true, though, none of you was feeling forced into it. you were a solid couple.

↳ you first exposed your doubts about your career to him during lunch. just like him, you used to enjoy a st. gentleman's sandwich, eaten under the shadow of a tree. a quiet lunch, none of you usually spoke, and it was just pure happiness.

↳ but that one time, you broke the peace to confess your fears to your man, and differently from how you had imagined, he'd been completely down to listen.

↳ he didn't dare to interrupt you. he liked when you poured your heart out to him about whatever bothered you, and you weren't used to doing it so much. so kira avoided interrupting you, allowing you to let it all out freely.

↳ your well deserved rant lasted the whole ten minutes left of the lunch break before he had to go back to work.

↳ yoshikage thanked you for trusting him with your doubts and fears, and promised the two of you would have gotten back to that topic once he came back home that late afternoon. you were more than fine with it, both you and him validate work a lot. 

↳ you basically told him you had been feeling pretty discouraged about your career goals, lately. you were confident about the fact that a man like kira, who was so strictly keen on planning his life, would have helped you better than anyone else in the world.

↳ plus, he's your boyfriend/fiancée/husband (up to the reader <3), so bonus points of reassurement, coming from a loved one.

↳ "i just finished at work, no overtime as always. i'm exiting the kame yu. i'll be home just at the same hour. we'll go through that topic in front of a good pizza. don't bother yourself cooking something y/n, it's not the right day for that. i'll take a shortcut that will lead me to tonio's before i get home. hopefully i'll manage not to mess up our daily schedule. i love you."

↳ yoshikage left this message in your voice mail. you felt happy and important, knowing he was taking the risk of messing up his strict schedule in order to spoil you with some food, so that you wouldn't have needed to cook.

↳ needless to say, he managed to get home in time. you thanked him with a kiss, and he peacefully smiled. he left killer queen in charge to warm up the pizzas with a couple controlled explosions, and damn, that stand does have talent as a chef.

↳ kira is a man who doesn't have many ambitions, but he surely validates work and considers it important. his kame yu job fills his days, and he's been the best employee several times for his efficiency and thoroughness. 

↳ so he's gonna use himself as an example, by telling you that you don't have to be super ambitious to achieve a good life. you need to be regular on what to do, make sure you enjoy it, and if you don't, to do all it requires to make it meet your standards.

↳ basically the same thing you did with the daily schedule. he never forced his lifestyle on you, you spontaneously tried it and adjusted it to your own needs, and none of each other's schedules encumbers on the other's.

↳ "but y/n, don't force other people's standards on you. do what makes you in peace with yourself. my mother wanted me to become a lawyer, yet i'm a cashier at kame yu and couldn't be happier than this. when people say they expect more from you, they're probably just trying to look better than you do. little do they know that's better who lives in peace, rather than who lives in prestige."

↳ if you wanna become a ceo, go for it. if you wanna become a barista, go for it. if you wanna become a police officer, go for it. just don't let anyone discourage you. if others expect more from you, that's the exact reason why you should just do what pleases you. your life is yours only, that's what yoshikage means.

↳ he's also gonna suggest to buy and customize a bullet journal of your own. he used to have it in his youth, when he had to write down his lessons and assignments. at thirty-three, he doesn't have a bullet journal, but still keeps a well organized agenda. (kira having a bullet journal in his youth is a personal favourite headcanon, my god...) 

↳ kira also suggests putting on some nail polish or get a manicure once in a while. the man claims that having clean hands can help productivity.

↳ your man is down to help you in every single step, he even brought up the chance to get a day off, at the condition that the two of you will be busy on your project in the exact time in which he should be working at the kame yu. he gotta keep his biological clock the same as always, he's not gonna wake up later than usual just for the day off.

↳ you're fine with it, of course. he still gave you the chance to decide how to organize your day off, but you decided to just follow whatever he did.

↳ needless to say, you feel lucky you have a man like yoshikage in your life. he helps to get you organized, without forcing anything on you, and is down to make little changes to make your relationship work out, just like you do with him.

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Oh I've been waiting for this moment hihihi. so may a request a 🍰

Appearance:

Not really too much to brag about but... i’m 5’2, toned skin, medium brown hair( still have some green remnants)slim body thin waist + pretty marked hip (one of the parts of my body that i really like ) but oddly thick thighs. Dark brown eyes and small but still full lips.

Style / Aesthetic :Don't know exactly how to describe this, but most of the time I work with grunge,dark academia and vintage, but often you can see me in cotagecore and glam chic outfits. or a big mix of this

Personality:

I’m a taurus, Libra rising and Sag moon , ESFP,Love to make new friends and i can be pretty talkative...principally if we talking about art, music , cooking , animes or sports .I’m a ravenclaw ,I can be really stubborn but I'm trying to work on this, people also say i have short temper, but i can't believe this.Teasing sarcastic and flirty are some adjectives I can add to my personality description, it is actually so natural that i probably do without notice. I can be a really crackhead sometimes, especially when I'm with my friends, but mostly I try to use the reason . I can be pretty clingy to my close friends and family. Also I can be pretty random, being my friend means that you will receive some messages/ videos at 3 AM or even get a new playlist in full Tuesday :)

Hobbies and random stuff :

I love cooking / baking i actually have a “brand ” of homemade biscuits (family’s recipe), I can play volleyball and badminton and i normally do this with my friends(in the end of High school i played almost everyday ) and now i’m planing play for my university’s team. I really like to listen to music , and I'm doing this 24/7( I kind of have a server on discord just for the music bot ). I actually can speak 3 languages and I'm working on the 4th one but i’m never trust my skills before sending a text in another language !!. I can actually be both or too energetic or a totally lazy bitch. but i’m probably always up to talking/ listening. I really like flowers ( I love learning about their meaning), and poetry , also writing and reading even though I've not been doing this lately.

Fun fact my favorite color is white but 85% of my wardrobe is black .

I really like make up and i love do it , but i have so me block with eyeliners i just can't do it right

About Relationships :

My love language is Quality time, so just being able to relax next each other (friends / s/o) with no words being necessary for meIt's already enough, oh i can get a little too touchy sometimes since I really like to cuddle. I love adventures, visiting new places, shopping, nature dates, stargazing, board games/ cards nights. I really like to innovate, as long as i have a good company I think I can do almost everything.

Ahhhh Lecxi, yours matchups are the best, i just love the way you write so much ,it's a muah *chef kiss*

@lilshortcakess

A/N- This took SO long and I am SO sorry 🥲 but I hope you still enjoy it my dear!

Romantic Matchup

𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐭

So you were on Seijous girls volleyball team

And you met Oikawa because well...

Ya’ll kept practicing overtime 😅

Now we’ll just say that you wanted to practice your spikes

and for that, you would need a setter

And Oikawa wanted to practice his sets

For him to do that he would need a spiker

So ya’ll were just like “hey let's just practice together

Now every time there was practice

When everyone left

You would meet up with Oikawa so that you two could practice

This went on for a while before Oikawa decided on getting to know you on a more personal level

I mean if he was going to be practicing with you he might as well get to know you right?

So he started taking you out to eat after you two finished practicing

Sometimes he would take you to a diner

Sometimes it would just be a gas station

But either way, you two would end up just sitting and talking to each other

This is how Oikawa found out how much he actually liked you

We’ll get into why later 👀

Anyways after falling into this little routine he started to hang out with you during school hours

Damn, he was really just weaseling his way into your life, isn't he?

He would only realize he had a crush on you when Iwa pointed it out

So at this point, he was just like fuck it

YOLO am I right?

So he just casually asked you out when he took you to a gas station after practice

Romantic I know

But he was over the moon when you said yes!

And ya’ll have been dating ever since

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

He loves that you just listen to him

Like you GENUINELY listen to him

He's found that not a lot of people care what he's saying outside of volleyball

But you listen to anything and everything he talks about

And you show interest too!

This was the thing that made him realize that he liked you

Ok he REALLY loves your flirty nature

Just the fact that instead of getting flustered at his flirty comments

You just pop off with your own comment

He loves someone who can match his energy

He really likes that your clingy 👀

Whenever you hold him or ask him for cuddles

it just makes him feel wanted and loved

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Ok so just addressing the elephant in the room

He loves to play volleyball with you

He calls it a good “bonding” activity

Now that THAT'S out of the way

He likes to bake with you

He has even made recipes personalized to him

For example

“Oikawa's Milk Bread Biscuits”

Yup

He took your biscuit recipe

And turned it into a milk bread

He likes to listen to music with you

I feel like he hates awkward or uncomfortable silence

So he always has SOME kind of music playing 

And finally

He loves to talk to you

Granted it's a lot of him talking and you listening

But if you're feeling down and need someone to talk to 

He's all ears

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐜

One time you and Oikawa were practicing overtime

And Iwa came into the gym and yelled at you both for “overworking yourselves”

You and Oikawa actually sell his milk bread biscuits at school

Get that coin sis 🤑

You and Oikawa just throw random pick up lines at each other

and i cant get the image of him doing finger guns at you every single time 444

He gets really mad when you start speaking a different language

Cause he cant understand you!

So sometimes you just switch languages to piss him off :)

Causing him to learn the basic phrases of the languages you can speak

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

When Taurus and Cancer come together in a love affair, it’s usually a very good combination.

They are two positions apart within the Zodiac, and such Signs tend to share karmic ties and a deep mutual understanding.

These particular two Signs have much in common

Both prize security in a love relationship above almost all else

both tend to be nurturers

Cancer is emotionally nurturing

while Taurus loves to spoil their lover with sensual delights, gifts and good, rich meals

They’re both quite domestic and love a quiet night spent at home with their sweetie.

The Taurus-Cancer partnership tends to be a happy one due to this mutual enjoyment of the security and comfort of home.

They love a solid home base

a strong relationship

nice possessions

good food

all the comforts of domestic life.

Theirs is often the ideal family that people of other Signs strive for, with strong ties between them and a relationship that is family-oriented rather than toward the outside world.

Their only major problems arise when Taurus insists on having its own way and Cancer responds by sulking.

Taurus must understand Cancer’s emotional sensitivity, and Cancer needs rely on open, honest communication than on emotional blackmail.

The steady, reliable team they make.

Both Signs are dependable and nurturing, strongly oriented toward domestic life together.

A mutual love of home and security makes theirs an ideal long-term, family relationship.

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 💋

[awkward-pics-of-john]

okay okay backstory for plus oc time

the song is hail to the victor by thirty seconds to mars and i did not intend for it to capture the vibe of this so well but it did skldfjlskd

tw: kinda graphic descriptions of murder, blood, misgendering/deadnaming- but the character doesn’t know what gender they are yet, assassination, drugs

Another life, another love

Viktoria was going to be Queen one day.

That was what she said to herself at least, pacing the halls of the castle.

She knew it was a lie. Her mother had been a maid, her father had been a servant, and she-

Well. She was the scum of the earth, it seemed.

The King's daughter ran past the window outside. Her dress billowed in the wind as she ran, bare feet touching the ground only for a second before lifting off again, almost like a rabbit.

She was beautiful.

Viktoria hated her.

She had everything. She wasn't avoided like the plague, she was revered and treasured and so pretty Viktoria nearly swooned every time she saw her and-

Viktoria hated her, she reminded herself.

She sighed. A knock at the door she was supposed to be guarding sounded, and she walked over to it, expecting another knight.

It was the Princess's birthday today, and that meant she was working overtime to get everything set up and everyone in the castle.

She opened the door.

A hand reached out and covered her mouth.

She screamed.

Everything went dark.

Another kill, another drug

Viktoria tiptoed through the shadows.

Like the night, like the night, like the night.

Pressing her back against the door, she calmed her breathing.

In, two, three. Out, two, three.

She took another breath.

She turned the handle of the door. Holding her breath- don't creak don't creak don't creak- she made her way into the room.

The door closed behind her with a soft thump.

The person in the bed stirred slightly. Viktoria padded over to them.

She didn't know who they were. She rarely did.

She just followed orders.

She pulled a knife out of her pocket.

The person screamed. Blood. And it was over.

Viktoria wiped her knife on her shirt, and slipped back into the shadows.

Another touch, another taste

Viktoria was bored.

She idly twirled her spoon in her hand, mentally calculating the ways you could kill someone with it.

What? She was nothing if not handy.

She took a bite of the food in front of her. Wrinkling her nose- why was it so fancy- she took a look at her surroundings again.

Fancy party? Check. Knights at almost every exit? Check. One exit clear? Check.

She tried to calm her nerves. This job would be easy.

If it weren't for the fact that she was supposed to kill the King.

Her nerves spiked again. Ha.

She got up. Time to play her part.

Making her way over to the King, she tipped into a curtsy.

"Good evening, my leige."

The King looked amused. "Good evening-" He glanced at her name tag. "Astra." He smiled. "What a lovely name."

Viktoria gagged internally. "Yes, my mother picked it quite well. It means 'stars'." She did her best to smile politely back at him.

The King chuckled. "Yes, I know. I do study up on languages, you know."

Viktoria seethed silently. "Oh of course, my King. How-" She gritted her teeth. "Foolish of me to assume otherwise."

The King laughed again. "Oh, it's quite alright, Astra." He got a wistful look in his eyes. "You know, you remind me of my late wife- your Queen."

Viktoria had never seen the last Queen, but knew enough about her to know she was nothing like her. Still, she nodded along. "How gracious of you to compare me to someone so lovely."

The King seemed far away. "You know, she fought to her last breath." He sighed. "So stubborn, that one."

Viktoria shakily got a small flask out of her sleeve. She pulled the cork out, and upended the entire thing into his glass. Hastily shoving it back into her sleeve, she smiled. "She sounds perfect."

The King turned back to her, eyes misty. "She was."

He shook himself. "Well it seems I have-" He laughed, wiped at his eyes. "Gotten things a bit off track. Was there something you came to tell me?"

"Oh, just that the food was delightful." She fibbed easily. "Give my compliments to the chef."

The King beamed. "Oh, that was Flori!" He waved the Princess over. "She made everything! You know, she's gotten into cooking lately, so I thought-"

Viktoria tuned him out. She needed to get out of here.

The King took a sip of his drink.

Viktoria panicked.

As the King finished his drink, she bolted upright, looking startled. Time to put her acting skills to use.

She hurriedly stood up, making sure to put a deer-in-headlights expression on her face.

The King stood up with her, looking concerned. "Astra?"

She inhaled sharply, turning to him. "I- I have to go." She said, making sure to trip over her words- and her dress, as she turned to leave.

She sprawled across the floor, letting out a "Dresses."- as she'd seen many of the more tomboy-ish nobles do.

The King helped her to her feet. "Why do you have to leave?" He asked her, the crease in his forehead deepening.

Viktoria lowered her voice, not quite low enough that it would stop the people now looking on to stop hearing her, but enough that they had to strain.

"Him." She pointed across the room, making sure to look terrified when there was no one there. "Wait- where did he go?"

The King looked around worriedly. "Who?"

Viktoria bit her lip, made an attempt to look meek. "I'm… not quite sure. He's been- almost- stalking me, and-" She shivered. "I- I think he might- have a knife."

The King, despite having obviously seen much more than knives, still nodded seriously.

He led her outside, and when he collapsed, Viktoria did the only thing she could.

She screamed.

Guards came running, and she was escorted safely away.

A grim smile on her face, she put the mask of the scared girl she was playing back on.

Time to see how far she would take this story.

Another night, another war

Viktoria sat on a throne. It was almost hard to believe she'd come this far.

She sighed. She still hasn't killed her last target.

She- she couldn't make herself do it. She was loathe to admit it, but she'd fallen quite a bit in love with the Princess- Queen, she reminded herself.

But. Her superiors had ordered today as her last day with Flori.

Unless-

Viktoria shook the thought out of her head. No. She wouldn't betray her group.

She could, a voice in her head whispered. It would be so easy, just a few slit throats and the job would be done.

She bit her lip. The option was becoming more and more tempting.

Her mind made up, she left the castle.

Another 'what are we fighting for?'

Viktor sat surrounded by blood. So much, it was hard to tell whose was whose.

He trailed a hand through it, thinking. If he could get back to the castle today, he could claim he warded off more assassins.  They were all on their guard after the King's… "incident" a few months ago.

And it technically was true. Seeing as he was a part of the Royal family now- he bit back a smile- and they were going to come after him, it wouldn't be a complete lie.

He set out for the castle.

Another lost to bitter pain

Viktor couldn't breathe.

How could this have happened, he should have never left, he-

It was his fault.

Flori was dead.

And it was his fault.

Viktor sank into himself, and vowed to never let anyone else get hurt.

Is everybody out here crazy?

Anybody want a war?

Everybody out here crazy

Viktor sat on his throne.

They say he ruled with an iron fist- he knew he had everyone trapped with something much stronger than that.

Revenge.

Viktor smiled cruelly.

My turn.

Outside, people screamed. Viktor paid them no mind.

He leaned back in his throne.

All hail.

Hail to the victor