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cope-to-anime · 2 years

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hi hi! I just wanted to tell you that I LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing! It’s always so fun to read through your works! I saw your match-ups were open and I wondering who you would pair me with from kny! (It’s my current obsession haha)

I’m 5’3 with an athletic build, short brown hair, and green eyes. I’m an ice skater and have taken up jujitsu recently, and I am constantly in what my friends call “go-mode” lol. I’m incredibly extroverted and it’s easy for me to make friends, but under it all I really do like (and crave) my alone time. I enjoy making people laugh and having conversations with everyone, regardless if they’re quiet or not— I believe everyone, even the most shy souls, have something beautiful to say. Though I can be stubborn and when I set my mind to something, it’s hard to deter me to relax and take a break, I really appreciate resting and taking the time to be with my family. Ummmm ummmm I can’t think of much more, BUT I love to cook and write, and I’m at the top of my graduating high school class!!!

a/n: this message is so sweet (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ thank you so much for reading and requesting and I really hope you like this! (๑>◡<๑)

I’ll match you with Tomioka Giyuu!

Let’s see…Giyuu is more duty bound to the things that he does. He doesn’t really put much thought behind it. He doesn’t like it for the sake of seeking enjoyment out of it but he likes it rather for the gratification that he’s actually done something. So, when he sees you in your “go-mode” it’s as if a big wave has struck him into (hopefully) changing his perspectives on things.

His time getting closer to you and getting to know you better has him on the shorter end of the stick. He doesn’t really know how to talk to others and when he does he gets anxious that his words would fail him. Luckily for him though it seems that you’ve taken on the task of doing most of the talking. They will be very quiet early encounters but as you two begin to talk he, too, begins to see the beauty that you see in him. Later on he reciprocates this and garners enough courage to tell you what makes you beautiful, what he really admires about you, and what he’d like to learn from you.

He’ll be your biggest supporter but it’s more of the “standing here at the back but I’m here for you” vibe. Know deep in your heart though that he means well and that he really is there and he is happy for you.

Silence is nothing new to Giyuu so as you sit there merely existing his mind stops and he thinks that the world revolves only for you two in that moment. Slowly, he’d let his hand slide towards yours and let his fingertips brush against your hand. If he’s lucky, maybe you’d hold his hand?

#mio #anime #anime imagines #anime scenarios #answered #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny hashira #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu #kny matchups #anime matchups #demon slayer matchups #kimetsu no yaiba matchups #matchups #hashira #littlecinnamonroll

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littlecinnamonroll · 2 years

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Hi, this request is gonna be a little strange so I get it if you can't write it. So do you think you can write a love letter from your favorite haikyuu character? I would also like it if it's for a female reader.

hi my love!! this isn’t a strange request at all! I actually run an Etsy business doing something similar so I can definitely definitely do this! I’ve never been asked to write for my fave character though heheh I’m so excited so I guess I’ll write for Suna :) (Also I'm so sorry to my mobile readers, I realize the small script on the main writing is not small :( but it's the same letter regardless!)

Love letter ft. pre!timeskip Suna Rintaro, fem!reader

Hey,

This might seem a little dramatic considering I could have just texted you, but Atsumu knows the password to my phone and I don't need his nose in my business, so I decided to write you this. How have you been? Have you been drinking water, resting, eating enough? I've been practicing non-stop; the twins are sick and Kita is seemingly even more normal, which is weird because there isn't a single thing wrong with that guy, so Aran is pressing for the rest of the team to work even harder. It's fun to be with the team, but the trainer said I might have pulled something in my shoulder, so it gets pretty sore after practice most days.

My sister's here as I write this. I had to babysit her while my parents are out, and she’s laughing because she said she never took me for the writing type. I guess she's right, I’m not really a handwriting type, but I feel like you would have liked this more than a text, or just another wave from the court. I still can't believe it's my final year of high school volleyball. I'll give it my all, for you, for the team, and for myself - I promise. I still remember us meeting for the first time, have I ever told you that? It was sweet and a little bit scary... I'd never felt so strongly for someone so quickly, especially a girl who was so opposite of me: you're bright and bubbly, fiery and brave. You helped pull me out of my own world, so this little letter is the least I can do.

My sister's asking for help with her volleyball hits, but before I go, just know I’m so proud of you. Even if I don't look ecstatic all the time, I truly am proud of you. You’re gentle kindness is admirable, and you’re really pretty too, even on the days that you don’t see it. I see it in you every day and I adore how wonderful you are, how you’re so passionate in everything you do. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be present to give you this letter, but I can’t wait until I get back from this vacation and we can hang out. There was a cool cafe I saw in Hyogo a few weeks ago and I'd be happy to treat you. Until then, just remember that I love you endlessly.

I'll write again soon. Forever yours,

Suna Rintaro

I really hope you liked this! Thank you so much for your request I apologize for taking forever to get to it!! Much love!

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chimielie · 2 years

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hi!! I saw your 1.2k game- ALSO CONGRATS!! THATS AMAZING WOOO!!!

Okay my favorite stupidly corny joke has to be:

What did Batman say to Robin before they got in the car?

“Robin, get in the car.”

And my fave hq boy would probably be suna 🙈

thank you!!! ur v sweet 🥰 hope u like aha

#love letter-minis!#user: littlecinnamonroll

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ikevamp-shrine · 4 years

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To Love A Van Gogh: Chapter 1

Author: @ikevamp-shrine

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Theo x MC (Juliet)

Tags: Sex, dirty talk, nudity, mentions of throw up, mentions of possible pregnancy, swearing

Word Count: 2040

Editors: @stardust-dreamer13 and @littlecinnamonroll (thank you two so much)

Preview:

The wet slapping of skin resonated through the morning air, mixing with the soft moans slipping past her red, swollen lips. Their bodies were caught in a lustful dance of passion; their hands tracing the curves and dips of the others’ skin, memorizing each detail. Firm lips planted searing hot, opened mouth kisses along the thick tendon of her neck; her face turning away to allow her lover more space to paint his colors in the form of fiery love bites.

Quick puffs of air floated over Theo’s shoulder as his arms wound around her slick torso. The trembling of her legs against the straining muscles of his thighs brought a shaky smirk to his lips. Shifting his knees further under her rear, Theo whimpered at the heat gripping his cock. Her walls clenched around his member as he thrusted in and out; each movement causing a lewd squelch to sound. His voice was deep and thick with overwhelming pleasure, “mijn schatje…."

He groaned into her open mouth, their tongues fighting for dominance. Their teeth clashing as her nails raked down the flexing planes of his back.

“Damn it- you’re going to… drive me insane.”

A shiver slid over Juliet's body. Electricity shot over her scalp, tumbling over the curve of her spine, splashing in waves down her legs, firing like lightning strikes from her curling toes.

Theo’s hips snapped wildly against her plush skin, his breath quickening at the almost feral moans and yelps of pleasure slithering into his ear as the woman wrapped tightly in his embrace tiptoed the edge of ecstasy. His back stung, his manhood throbbing with so much pressure it felt as if his skin would split. Theo could still taste the sweet delicacy of her cum on his tongue, his fangs drawing patterns along the junction of her neck, forcing a mewl from the shivering woman. Theo felt as if he was burning from the inside out; thumping sounded as his forceful thrusts shook the bed.

“Come on- come for me, show me how well I fuck you- show me how good I make you feel,” growled Theo, the sound of his husky voice swollen with a grating rasp made her dig her nails into his hips, imprinting crescent moons into his flushed flesh. His lips parted as his jaw went slack, shuddering breaths escaping the warm caverns of his mouth.

“Theo,” she panted. A clench, a shaky moan, the fluttering of lashes, and she dived deep into the merciless sea of pleasure. The waves crashed over her writhing form as her soft breasts bounced. The vampire once again whimpered at the heat engulfing his form as his head snapped back, her fingers tugging insistently at the caramel tuffs of his hair. She gripped his cock with determination, the thick appendage disappearing deep within her walls as stormy blue eyes rolled shut, his jaw tensing with each rough thrust.

Theo’s chest pressed firmly against his lover’s, the rubbing of their nipples adding to the sensation; his stomach coiled, showcasing every ripple of muscle as he followed the path she drew, pointing straight towards the sea he willingly threw himself into.

Collapsing on his side, the vampire drew in his dazed lover, her body molding into the ridges of his own as he planted quick kisses along her forehead. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips, “That was a wonderful way to wake me up, hondje.”

Juliet matched his laugh, remembering the sleepy moans that emitted from the man when she had slipped his cock into her warmth as he slept a few moments before. He had shot up, wrapping her in his arms and flipping their positions to where he could thrust deeply into her as she clawed wildly at his back once she had started to reach a climax.

“I think we need to take a bath,” she continued, rubbing a soothing hand over his shoulders and red marked back.

“Such a greedy little hondje.”

His teases tickled her ear. Theo, wrapping Juliet in the comforter and tugging some pants on, slipped his arms under her body; the familiar weight and warmth of her limbs relaxing in his protective hold.

….

The water was warm and fragrant, resembling the earthy freshness of roses and lavender; the scent brought a calming aura that surrounded the couple slowly floating in the steaming liquid. Theo’s fingers slipped through her long hair, the conditioner he had lathered onto the strands ridding her of any tangles. His chest was smooth against her back, his knees surprisingly comfortable as he supported her weight. While her mind was still spinning from their escapades, her heart beat with nervousness.

She swallowed thickly, “Theo?”

He hummed in response, his fingers lightly massaging her shoulders. He had always been so caring after he made her scream his name during passionate moments of lust, which had confused Juliet at the beginning, but now she found solace in his gentle touches and delicate kisses. Juliet opened her mouth only to shut it quickly and bite her lip.

“What is it hondje? Are you hungry for some kibble?” Theo murmured, his nose tracing the curve of her neck. Her stomach growled in response drawing a huff from the female and a reverberating, content chuckle from the male.

“Did you ever have children?”

Theo froze at Juliet’s wavering tone, the euphoric emotions he had been feeling slowly dripping away, only to be replaced with something resembling regret, before answering in a controlled voice, “I had a son.”

“Will you tell me about him?”

He pulled away from his lover, sending a bittersweet pang through her heart at his actions. His brow was furrowed, lips pulled taut, stormy blue eyes finding purchase in the gentle lapping of waves against the marble flooring of the bath. Theo’s jaw clenched as he struggled to find his next words, “I couldn’t really tell you all that much about him. I had put more time into my work than I did into my relationship with my wife and son.” Juliet’s heart throbbed painfully as he continued. “He was a good boy- I know that much; had my work ethic too. He wasn’t all that interested in art, but he did enjoy architecture.”

Theo sighed, glancing back at Juliet who had eyes so much like the stars, so full of wonder and beauty it made Theo swallow a lump in his throat.

Theo growled with frustration, “I would be able to tell you more if I wasn’t such a shitty father and husband back then." Roughly running a hand through his damp caramel tresses, Theo turned around, placing his elbows down on the floor, resting a heavy head in his hands. He couldn’t look at her; he felt as if he didn't deserve to look at the woman he fell so hopelessly in love with. Regret and shame ran rampant through Theo, even if his outward appearance remained even-tempered.

Staring at the pinkish, puckered scar on the Dutch man’s back, Juliet sighed, sliding her arms around Theo’s waist and placing a kiss between his tense shoulder blades. She didn't know what to say.

Theo’s voice startled her out of her tranquility, “why are you asking?”

Her question was muffled by his skin, “if you had the chance to try again, would you take it?”

Theo turned around once more, pushing Juliet away gently so his hands could rest on her shoulders. His chest squeezed at the tears brimming in her eyes, his brows pulling together as he observed his lover under trained eyes. He studied her nervous fidgeting and worried - slightly hopeless - expression like he would a piece of art waiting to be appraised. His heart beat wildly as he considered her thoughts.

“I’m only going to ask you this once, so listen very close hondje… are you asking because you’re being nosy or because you're pregnant?” A tear slipped down her cheek, dripping off her chin and into the water.

Theo wiped away the wet trail left by the salty substance. His lungs felt like they were in the grasp of a vengeful hand, the digits ridding the art dealer of the ability to take in oxygen. He stared at the way Juliet’s jaw clenched, her chin twitching with emotion, her lashes fluttering. She glanced off to the side, her voice tight with worry and nervousness, “I think- I don’t know. I haven’t had my period in a while, and I’ve thrown up in the morning three days in a row, and I keep having headaches, and weird cravings, and my boobs are sore, and-.”

Theo interrupted her rapid ramblings, his own voice slightly frustrated, “you’ve thrown up? Why didn’t you tell me? You do realize I’m supposed to take care of you, correct? After all, you are still a pup.”

“Are you serious? I’m telling you I think I’m pregnant and you’re still making dog comments- great, that’s just great.”

A boisterous laugh echoed around the room as Theo tugged a squirming Juliet back into his arms.

“Let me go!”

“Hondje,” called Theo, his voice so soft it honestly shocked Juliet to the bone, “look at me.”

She continued to struggle, her stubbornness being her only motivator, until her body went limp in his arms and her tear-filled eyes reluctantly met his own tender colored orbs. His palms were warm against the sticky skin of her cheek.

“We will be okay. We’re not sure if you are pregnant yet, so stop worrying about something that might not happen,” Theo continued deeply, his voice sending shivers down her spine, the ending syllables rolling like thunder clouds before a storm: tranquil, low, and mystifying.

“You’re one to talk.”

“Haha- whatever. I will schedule an appointment with the local doctor in town and we can go together. Will you stop being so pathetic now?”

Though his words were harsh and slightly sarcastic, Juliet knew he didn’t mean it. She nodded, curling into his tight embrace as he once more supported her weight.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she mumbled, her hand smoothing over the curve of his chest to feel his heart thump beneath the muscle.

“Which one?”

“If you had the chance to try again would you? I’m asking if you want children, you dimwit.”

“Careful now Hondje, I will still punish you.”

Her lips were soft against his own as Theo traced a promise filled kiss on her mouth, his hands sliding up her spine to bring her body closer, their foreheads touching gently as he whispered, “it would be my greatest honor to have a family with you."

Giddiness bubbled inside of Theo as the mental image of a babbling baby, so similar to the woman wrapped tightly in his arms, squealing and kicking at the air in excitement slithered through his mind. He thought of how Juliet would look with a full belly, her skin flushed with a glowing blush, her cheeks plump with healthy weight from pregnancy. He continued, a soft smile slowly tugging at his lips, "to see our little pups running around, causing havoc, and pissing off the other residents would honestly be hilarious. Stop with this unnecessary fretting.”

Juliet huffed, letting her head fall heavy against his warm, wet chest as Theo stared at the top of her scalp, his deep breaths calming her racing heart. She had been worried- terrified even, that he would have turned away and closed himself off from her. As to why was a question she couldn’t have spoken the answer, for she had no solid reasoning for her uncertainty. If there was one thing Theo had proven was his loyalty to those he held close to his heart. He had always been there for her in the form of letters of ‘good mornings’ and ‘be dressed in a few hours- I’m taking you out’, as well as the golden bracelet now shining brightly on her wrist under the natural lighting of the bath. Even when he, himself, was miles away, Theo was always close to her. With her mind settled and pulse lulled in a gentle beating, Juliet smiled at the warmth her van Gogh emitted as he supported not only her body, but mind, heart, passions, and future.

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littlecinnamonroll · 2 years

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kimetsu no yaiba masterlist ♡

giyuu tomioka

little thoughts (I)

sweet like cinnamon

goodbye

kyojuro rengoku

sanemi shinazugawa

fight fire with fire

tanjiro kamado

inosuke hashibira

zenitsu agatsuma

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littlecinnamonroll · 2 years

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Waves of Amber Grain

Ft. Kita Shinsuke

> fem!reader implied

All you are is all Kita will ever need

It was picturesque; a blurry whirlwind of colors straight out of an impressionist painting. In the grand expanse of greens and yellows, there were hellos and goodbyes, first glances as the sun rose and last looks as it fell into the black slumber of a dying day, the moon breaching the darkness to grace the solemn breaths of a sleeping heart. The land rolled as it always had: through time, through smiles, through tears, through the good and bad, the beautiful and regretful. It beckoned him just as your eyes did; the sunlight reflecting off the million honey-brown hues beneath his downcast lashes, his words almost as soft as the earth soft beneath ten toes that had walked that land all too often. Comfort could be found in the steady streams of nothingness that aired out the world’s worries into this vast bough of green.

He watched you dance. The way you moved with such ease among the amber waves of grain, how with little effort, he could sweep you into his arms and murmur sweet nothings of ardent and whole-hearted love. In that moment, he came to realize that your touch both consoled and devastated him. He felt his heart pulse, then wither. Then it all went iridescent. Shimmering, shining, stunningly wondrous. Only radiantly vivid, everything ever so colorful. The tincture of your eyes, the shades of the darkest abyss' in the most cyanic seas, the glittering miracle of lightning so striking it could electrify someone with such vibrant hues of the sky you’d never think to see it before. It was euphorically poetic, divulging in the pleasure of your presence, galvanized by his twisted mind, the ink of your story bleeding into the parchment of his head like no other. Was it burned into stone, or engulfed by the heart’s flame altogether? Was it a piece of illogical mind written while drunken off sober glee, or was it tender pain that somberly flicked the pen with such ease to make dreams like this such a reality?

“Shin,” you whispered, lithe fingers tracing the bridge of his nose, "you've gotten a sunburn."

“Ah,” he returned innocently, opening his eyes to the field of amber again, this time, your breathtaking visage capturing his full attention, "I didn't realize."

Though the soil was damp and writhing with life, blisters boiled brutally on the pads of Kita's ten little toes that waded through the sea of rice swaying around the both of you. "Oh dear," you muttered, "you poor thing. I promise I'll fix you right up!” Placing a small kiss on his cheek, an embarrassed smile crept across Kita’s lips, your laugh eliciting red cheeks burning darker and a straw hat getting pulled over your face.

Perhaps, after all, though Kita Shinsuke knew the burn on his nose wouldn't hinder his work, nor the blisters on his feet become too much to bare, your love was the give all be all. It was the end, and it was the illumination of your sugary smile beneath brassy skies in fields of waving amber grain that flung his austere visage athwart. And for the first time, in a long time, Kita Shinsuke was happily in love.

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