#feel free to pester her if you wish

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

Smash or Pass?

My OC Vorona, (FC: whatever pics I can find XD)

#smash or pass #oc edition #feel free to pester her if you wish

[fever-fluff]

Cat's Out of the Bag, Claws and All

Synopsis: You’re sick of Cassian and Rhysand sticking their noses where it doesn’t belong. And Azriel’s tendency to let things slide when it comes to himself isn’t helping. Word Count: 4k (not proof read)

“I just think you’re becoming a bit…”

“A bit what, Cass?” Azriel was not in the mood for this. Sitting in Rita’s, in a booth right to the back while his two brothers pestered him on his love life was not how he wanted to spend the night after he’d returned to Velaris. You had been absent from his bed when he’d finally made it back in the early hours of the morning. Though he wasn’t worried. You had duties to attend to for Rhys as one of his foreign relations advisors, normally starting as soon as you woke in order to enjoy your evenings free of work to spend with him- even if he was the one still doing paperwork.

“Don’t you think she’s a bit too… extreme?” Azriel snarled at Cass’ blatant insult to you. But he held his hands up in peace, Rhys cutting in before he could do more damage. “What we’re trying to say, Azriel, is that it seems like you aren’t yourself lately. You’ve been showing up more recently, which is not a bad thing and we’re happy to see more of you. But it’s the reason of these increased showings that has us worried.”

Azriel supposed it was true. He had been showing up more – to social events that is. He was always present when it was just their inner circle, but the regular accepting of invitations to social events that didn’t need his presence was a new thing, something that you had gently insisted on since the two of you had become so close.

He was never one for meaningless interactions and had been pushing himself outside of his comfort zone for quite some time now by giving in every time you looked at him, pleading with those eyes of yours. He could never quite say no when you asked, and begged him, so nicely. But he nodded all the same to the two that he understood what they were trying to say, “I guess. I honestly didn’t think it was such a big deal. It makes her happy.”

“That’s the thing Az. Sure, it makes her happy. But does it make you?” Cass was trying, really trying not to say the wrong words and have this blow up in his face. Azriel thought for a moment, of all the times he’d watch you interact with others he didn’t even know the name of, never mind their importance to your work, while you linked your arm around his and had him trail along. He was always uncomfortable in the light, always wanting to slink back to the shadows. But you were the opposite, always blooming so lovely in the presence of everyone you deigned to offer your time to. He sometimes wished he could coddle you away from all their adoring eyes and have you all to himself. But he would never cage you like that.

“Not particularly. I do it for her, but sometimes I would rather sit at home while she goes about her work.” His admission was quiet, feeling that if he said it too loud it would carry on the wind and into your ear as you slept.

“What we’re trying to say, brother, is that spending your life with someone is all about compromise. You need to tell her when you don’t want to do something that makes you uncomfortable.” Since when has Cassian ever been so wise and all-knowing? He’d bet five gold marks Nesta had whipped that piece of sense into him after he’d thrown another of her books out the window, insisting on ‘a lovely stroll through Velaris’ instead. Azriel knew he was just jealous of the new male protagonist in her recent book series, garnering all her attention throughout the day.

But Cassian’s words had stuck in the back of his mind and refused to leave. Had he been compromising on his comfort for your own? You’d never pressed the issue with him, but he supposed he’d not put much of a front up against it in the past, agreeing almost immediately every time you’d asked for his company.

“You know I respect her and the work she does” Rhys had ordered another round as they settled in for the night of drinking ahead, “she’s one of the best at her job that I’ve ever seen, placating Eris is a testament to that. But she is intense, she has to be. I don’t want that to jeopardise you or your happiness with her in any way in the future. Putting up boundaries with her now is the best way to do that.”

Azriel knew his brothers had always had his best interest in their hearts when it came to things like this. Rhys’ intervention between him and Elain on Solstice years ago was a testament to that. He would have been hurt in a way he would never have come back from. Elain and Lucien’s bond was one of the strongest he’d ever seen – even rivalling that of Rhys and Feyre’s once given the chance. Then he’d met you. You had courted him from the minute you’d met, and he’d preened under the attention he’d longer centuries for. You weren’t his mate; no bond had snapped for him in the time he’d gotten to know you. But he’d worked past that and found that someone choosing to be with him purely of their own volition made it much harder to doubt whether he was worthy of you or not.

So, as they drank on, Azriel let their words mill over in his mind, finally agreeing with their concerns, and decided tomorrow he’d tell you how he really felt about all the parties you were asking him to attend.

Waking up to a hungover Azriel was a rare sight, but an amusing one none the less. You’d gone to bed last night early after reading a note he’d left, saying Rhys and Cass had asked him to drinks to catch up after being away for three months. You were upset, naturally, as you hadn’t seen him either during that time. But Azriel was a people pleaser, and he’d accepted their invitation with no qualms. So instead of wallowing in self-pity of not spending the first night with him back falling asleep in his arms, you had invited Mor and Feyre over to take your mind off it.

They’d left soon after midnight, Feyre wanting to get back to Nyx seeing as his father would be away most of the night. But all those sour feelings had left the second you’d awoken curled into his strong, tanned arms this morning.

Trying to shift in his hold, you’d felt him curl further into you with a groan, wing casting over the two of you to block the ray of sun peering in between the curtains. You laughed, sending a small gush of magic to pull it closed, cutting the bright light off. His hum of appreciation vibrated against your neck while you reached to play with the tresses of dark hair falling in front of his eyes. It was getting long again – which you preferred on him – but he’d cut it soon now that he was home.

“Good morning, love” you’d never tire of the purr the name elicited from the Illyrian warrior beside you, and it rumbled lowly as he reached into your touches further. “How were drinks with Cass and Rhys?”

“Long. Too long. Wanted to come home to you.” his voice, gods his voice. You loved it, the deep tones in the morning unlike anything else you’d ever heard.

“Yeah? I should have realised I’d need to rescue you, nab you back to have you all to myself.” One thing you’d realised in pursuing the Shadowsinger was his need for directness. His heart had been torn so many times that it wouldn’t beat for anything else. And you’d been more than happy to provide.

The morning was slow, full of sweetness and adoration you’d both been missing in his absence. Neither of you had been pressed to rise before noon until your stomach had grumbled its dislike of the lack of food. And so, you’d found yourselves sat at the small table in front of the windows overlooking Velaris, coffee and pastries in hand.

Azriel had woken from his drunken haze, and appeared caught in his own world, more so than usual as you noticed him missing the handle of his mug, for the second time. “Something on your mind, my love.”

His sigh was enough to know you wouldn’t like what he had to say, and your mind wandered to unpleasant thoughts of Rhys already assigning him to another mission far from home. “I swear on all that is good if that High Lord of yours assigned something else to you last nigh-”

“He hasn’t. And don’t forget he’s your High Lord also.” Azriel hated when you spoke against any decisions made by his family, which was rare. You were on the same page as them, mostly. But there were some things you disagreed strongly on. Not always living in Velaris had given you another taste of the world, and it faired well for you in your work here. But there were times when it caused temporary rifts between you and your friends, and you weren’t inclined to change if it could be solved with words instead of blades. But when it involved Azriel, you found yourself more and more inclined to picking up something sharp and slicing it into anything that wanted to steal him from you.

“We were… talking. Last night. About a couple things.” Azriel was not as sweet with words as his brother, but to see him lose them completely was new altogether. Putting the pieces together from the non-existent puzzle he’d left for you, you felt your breath hitch slightly, “About us?”

“Yeah…” you didn’t like this Azriel. The unsure and unconfident kind. He had a silent strength you’d admired since the first time you’d met. You’d fallen in love with the male that wasn’t this, and you hated seeing him act like anything lesser than he was.

“Azriel. Whatever it is, please speak to me about it. I want to know.” You’d moved from your chair, coming to sit on the side of his as you laid your hand next to his, letting him decide whether or not he wanted to take it. But the warmth that encased yours was comfort enough to know it wasn’t something that would break the two of you.  

“I – don’t want to go to the – social events anymore.” Your brows pinched in confusion, where was this coming from? “Care to tell me why?”

“I’m not a fan of them. At all really. And I realised I was doing something that wasn’t making me happy. It made you happy, which I’m glad, but I can’t do it anymore. S’ too much.”

You watched Azriel retreat into himself at the admission, but you said nothing as you saw his gaze flicker over the room until it finally landed on you, searching for any anger, or hurt. “If you think I’m angry, I’m not. I understand what you mean, and I’m glad you could tell me.”

“You are?”

You huffed a laugh, “Yea, I am. So long as they’re your thoughts and not your brothers, right?” he nodded, “They are.”

“Okay, no more unnecessary social outings, for you at least. I’ll still have to attend them, considering.” He nodded again, “of course, I wouldn’t assume otherwise.”

You kissed him lightly as you made to get ready for the day, the conversation ending quicker then it began. These mornings were all you really had alone with him, both your professions taking up the rest of your days and swallowing the majority of the daylight- and twilight.

He’d winnowed soon after from the garden after kissing you goodbye, seeming lighter now that he’d voiced his discomfort, and you released a sigh you’d been holding since.

There was a party in three days, one you’d assumed Azriel would attend with you. But now that he’d expressed his feelings about them, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. Instead, you’d prepare yourself for the emotional and verbal onslaught to come without the Shadowsinger by your side.

You hated these things. Really, really hated them. being in a room full of fae looking to raise their status, their family name in the long list of nobles was always a tiring feet to be around, but it was a necessary evil to your work. Mor stood beside you in all her ethereal glory, and the pair of you looked nothing more than astounding. Emerie was somewhere in the crowd of people, charming her way through each table she rounded. You were sometimes envious of the support she lends to Mor at these times, the two made a good pair in these places, balancing the other out that lead to progress you would only dream of making in such short time.

But it seemed tonight all you would find for yourself was concealed and blatant admissions of fae asking about your seemingly juicy availability.

“Ladies, it’s an honour to have received an invitation to such a grand celebration, pray tell” the male who’d sauntered his way over to the two of you leered in you direction, “has the lovely lady finally been freed from her cage? Should I thank the Shadowsinger for his decision to set you free from you confines that is the Court of Nightmares?” You blanched at his obvious attempt but concealed it under a smile too easy that it felt tight, “I believe you’ve been fed the wrong fruit from the vine my lord, Azriel and I are still quite the pair. I do hope you don’t mean to sully his name when he is not here to defend himself?” your sinister pout had the blood leeching from the males cheeks, and he stuttered himself into a stupor until he could find his feet to walk quickly away.

Sighing, you grabbed a fresh glass of wine, the last going sour from the interaction. Mor’s head leaned to yours unceremoniously, “Mother, that’s the fifth one in the last hour! How often does this happen?”

“Any time Azriel isn’t with me. When he’s accompanied me in the past it stopped a lot of this for the most part. But with my reputation among the courts here and abroad, anyone will try to get their claws into the person holding the most honey pots.” You were feeling the effect of it much sooner than ever before, the mental strain making your mind lag. You’d really hoped Azriel would have been here tonight, but you couldn’t lean on his strength every time.

“That’s why you’ve been bringing him along…” something seemed to click with her. “You know he hates these things. But you wanted him here for support, for you.” You nodded without hesitation, confused as to why her face seemed so stricken by the knowledge.

“There’s something I have to tell you” Mor’s tone was sullen. As she explained, you listened and felt anger wash over you in gulfs. Oh, you were going to murder someone, and soon.

The following weeks after Azriel had admitted his feelings to you were…odd, to say the least. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. you had been the same as ever to him, loving and oh so understanding when it came to his every need. You didn’t press him to attend the gatherings you had to, opting to inform him instead of your departure. While you were gone, he would catch up on all the paperwork he had waiting, and by the time you came home, his arms would be open and waiting for you to fall into.

But something was still off. He felt it in the way your shoulders slumped more than they usually would after socialising all night. It was still taxing to you, but you had always smiled after when he had attended them with you. Now, you barely had enough energy to lift yourself from his hold, falling straight to sleep once he’d guided you to bed.

Those nights, when you’re too tired to tell him about your day, and instead just curl up against his side, Azriel thinks about the moments of when you’d first met.

Your connection to him was almost instantaneous, you’d follow him everywhere you could. The idle chatter you started with had eventually turned to long and deep conversations, sweeping him along into the early hours of the morning.

Your first kiss, when you’d found him after a more draining mission. You’d helped him bathe, nursing the tension from his back and mind with loving but firm touches to his skin. He’d turned to you in a burst of confidence and captured your mouth with his before he had anytime to think himself out of it. You’d melted into him almost instantly, and the rest had been a blur of tangled limbs and sheets.

The weeks after had been full of secret touches and longing looks, until Cassian had caught the two of you in a heated kiss after venturing to the kitchen for some late night tea. Always the one known for having loose lips, the whole house had known before Azriel could’ve knocked him unconscious, but you had laughed and squeezed his hand in reassurance, letting him know that you didn’t mind being claimed by him, if he were okay with you claiming him. No, he didn’t mind that at all.

Gods, he had been in heaven ever since. Having someone to come home to, to reach for in the long family dinner when before he had to watch the mated couples around him stare adoringly at one another. He now had someone to call his own, and he was so glad it was you.

But you seemed to be getting worse as the weeks rolled on, and he couldn’t quite understand why, until Rhysand pulled him into his office.

“She’s taking a leave of absence from her position.” Azriel’s world spun on the wrong axis as he processed the words coming from his brother’s mouth.

“She hasn’t spoken to you about this?” he shook his head, mind spiralling as to why you’d do something like this. You loved your job, more than anything. It gave you a purpose, something to give back to the world.

Cassian ventured in not long after, seeming to already know what was going on, “you’re not communicating again. Azriel, this is gonna really affect your-”

“Affect his what, Cassian?”

The three of the bristled at the sharpness of your tone. Azriel cast his gaze over you. Your eyes seemed darkened by a tiredness that hadn’t been there until a few weeks ago. Even your posture, always one to hold your head high, looked slumped against Mor and Feyre, who stood behind you.

“I was just saying that you both should talk a bit more about-”

“Oh, I’m sure you have a lot of comments on what me and my mate should talk about.”

Azriel stopped.

Everything stopped.

Your- your what?

You sighed, your admission seeming to go amiss amongst the thoughts swirling in you mind, but Azriel couldn’t comprehend how you’d said something like that so…so… casually.

“Azriel, Can I speak to Rhysand and Cassian – alone?” he didn’t feel himself answer, but Mor and Feyre seemed to understand and guided him into the hallway, where the three of them waited with baited breath to hear the onslaught you’d ensue. It wasn’t a secret, how much you detested some of the decisions they made in this court. Hels, you had even come to Eris’ defense more than once during the time of the alliance to put him on the Autumn throne. But this was different, and he knew it deep in his bones.

Mate. You’d called him your mate. But there was no bond. Nothing had snapped in all the time you had known each other. He loved you, infinitely. but that had been a choice you had both made in all that you had gone through, not for some fate woven between you.

“I know, it’s a lot to take in” it was Feyre, “I think we should sit down, get some tea while we wait until they’re finished.”  

So the three of them walked away from the voices on the other side of the door, and made for Feyre’s studio.

“You two need to butt out, now.” You were fuming, white hot rage consumed you as you looked to the grown males in front of you. But they weren’t acting like that, not in all the time you’d known them.

“You-you called Az your mate?”

Shit. Had you? Oh gods he was probably going insane with the thoughts in his head. No wonder he hadn’t answered you. How were you going to explain hiding something so profound from him for as long as you’d known each other.

“What of it.” you were snapping now. You don’t ever snap. That was your charm, ever the collected one, no matter what. But gods they had stuck their noses where it didn’t belong. And you detested it.

 The statement had seemed to shut the two of the up quite quickly, so you continued, happy for the lack of interruption. “I understand you’re looking out for Az; I do. But this is getting to the point where it’s ridiculous. Have you ever considered the weight in which Az holds your words? They’re like gospel to him.”

“We were just trying to help, nothing more.” You snorted as the High Lord’s words. Feyre and Mor have known of your secret since you met Azriel, but it seemed the two of them have truly kept it privy to your circle of three.

“Have you ever thought, for a second, that maybe sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong does more damage than good?” you were breaking now, the emotions you had welled up the past while cresting. “I wasn’t asking Azriel to those gatherings because I wanted him out of his comfort zone. Gods, I know he detests them.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because I needed him. It’s not easy listening to fae ask about your hand in marriage while your mate sits happily at home.”

You took a breath as the two said nothing more. “I came here to tell you that my leave was because I was overwhelmed. It’s a lot sometimes, even for me. And I hadn’t gotten a lot of time with Az without interruption since we met. I was going to tell you both today, about… the predicament. But it seems I’ve let the cat out of the bag, claws and all.”

Gods, how were you going to explain this to him? You’ve kept him in the dark for months. He’ll never forgive you.

“We-acknowledge our misstep. We truly didn’t mean to hurt you, or Azriel. And for that I apologise, for us both.” Rhys’ face was sullen enough for your anger towards the two wash away, and you nodded. “Believe me, you’re not the one who’s hurt him.”

With nothing else to say, you made for the door. Cassian’s voice stopping you just as you reached for the handle, “Just, make sure you get him to listen. He’ll go into his head, and its not a good place.”

You nodded.

 “I know.”

There will be a Part II

#acotar #azriel angst #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel x reader #rhysand #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #azriel acotar #mor acotar #fem reader #azriel x female!reader #feyre archeron

[hellishjoel]

dark paradise 

5.2k / pairing: dbf/neighbor!joel x f!reader

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summary: Your mind is flooded with the memories of your private time with Joel in his woodshed, but he hasn't reached out to you since the bonfire and it's been a week. You go next door to give him a piece of your mind.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, smut, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, Joel in his 40’s), dbf/neighbor!joel, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, praise, Joel being a horrible communicator and texter

A/N: I edited this 12+ times and kept changing stuff, so therefore there’s probably mistakes. There’s your one and only warning lol. I’m so excited you guys are eating up the first part (off to the races), I hope the next parts to come keep ya’ll entertained ;)

“Joel-” You clenched your eyes closed. “Outside? Are you serious?” Your scolded whispers were useless. Now that Joel knew you had these needs, he wasn’t going to let you be underserved.  He perched one of your legs over his shoulder, the other spread to the side and held open by the warm palm of his hand. You could feel his hot breath on your inner thighs, your walls fluttering as he came closer and closer to your core with each kiss to the exposed skin.  “On the tailgate, Joel?” You whimpered, a flash of concern passing over your face.  “I know how much you love the truck, baby.” Son of a bitch.

Time seemed to slow after your interaction with Joel in his woodshed. The days following the bonfire were filled with excitement but quickly followed by dread and anxiety. It had been a week. 

No text, no calls, no anything.

It wasn’t that serious. It was just Joel. Besides, you had a vibrator to fill the void until he finally decided to reach out to you. Whenever that may be. 

Days one and two were the most riveting. Every time you thought of Joel, your heart raced a little faster. You didn’t have a long list of sexual endeavors, so this was still noteworthy. Giving head to your hot forty-year-old neighbor. You wondered what else would come from it. More importantly, when. 

Days three and four felt routine and mundane. After picking around your breakfast and staring out the window to Joel’s empty driveway, you would wander to your back porch to read a book on the dock. 

You were lucky to catch glimpses of Sarah. Her summer was busy with her friends from school and working a part-time job to afford having fun the summer before her senior year. If she was free, you guys would jump in the lake, sit on the dock together, tell stories, and catch up on everything that was happening in each other’s lives. Well, not everything.  

Days five and six were torture. Your vibrator had died from its excessive use, and your fingers weren’t cutting it. You wanted Joel, you needed Joel. You hated to admit it, especially since he hadn’t paid a singular ounce of attention to you since the bonfire last Saturday. Even worse, after deciding to watch Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron with your family during a movie night, you started thinking even the horse was kind of attractive. 

Day seven started with your room covered in a pale blue light. You didn’t know what time it was. You weren’t sure how much you slept, but you knew it was very little. This ache was pestering your insides, spreading a rot like an old tree log. Your mind couldn’t fade away from the way Joel felt inside your mouth, the way he filled your throat, and you breathed through the choke. Or the way he finished on your face and your tongue.  

Your well-painted memory of it all was already beginning to fade. The details weren’t as crisp, you wanted to remember every detail and hold on to it for as long as possible.  

That’s what you were trying to imagine at this ungodly early morning hour. The birds weren’t even chirping outside yet. Your fan slowly circled, trying to cool you off from the sticky Texas heat. You wished your windows weren’t jammed closed.

You heard a thud outside, your body alert as you swiftly sat up and peeked out the window. 

Despite it being a Saturday, you watched a tired and slow Joel walk out to his old pickup truck and toss a brown bag lunch inside. Where was he off to so early?

He was wearing his chunky worn-in work boots, splattered with drops of white paint stained into the leather by the steel toe. They were heavy with each step he took on his rickety wooden deck. His faded dark blue jeans sat snug on his hips with his wallet stuffed in the back pocket. His dark hair dashed with silver grays was still damp from his morning shower.  

You watched behind foggy glass as he patted down his jeans and mumbled something, swiftly turning on his heel and lightly jogging up his steps before disappearing inside again. 

Seeing him after a week of silence bubbled up a hint of anger and annoyance in you. It annoyed you that he looked so good. 

Your feet found their way onto cold hardwood before you could waste another second. You would give him a piece of your mind in fuzzy slippers and an oversized rusty-orange Texas Longhorns t-shirt that was so draped over you that it covered your black sleep shorts. 

You tiredly navigated your way out of your room quietly, not to wake your parents down the hall. You crossed your arms and hugged them to your body, the early morning chill hitting you once you were outside. You crossed your driveway to his truck, slowing once you reached his perched-down tailgate. Joel had resurged from his house with his truck keys in hand, his steps slowing once you two shared eye contact.

You’d be standing here all day if you expected Joel to speak first. 

“Hey.” 

He gave you a small nod, his eyes dropping to the shirt that reached the tops of your thighs before they managed their way back up to your face. “Mornin’.” 

He closed the gap between his porch steps and his tailgate, setting down his toolbelt and box in the bed. He looked rigid, tight in the shoulders and chest. His close proximity made you step a few paces back, the length of the tailgate separating you from Joel. 

You were afraid that if he stood too close, he might feel how badly you wanted him by radiation alone. Especially now, fresh out of the shower, half-wet curls plastered to his forehead, still smelling a little musky with his body wash.

You finally let out an aggravated sigh, hip landing against the tailgate with your arms still crossed. 

“So… where are you going this early on a Saturday?” Your face still held a slightly pinched expression though you tried to ask a casual question. 

Your curiosity made the left side of his mouth tick up in a lopsided little smirk. 

“You wanna tell me the real reason you came over here?” Joel’s tactics were ruthless. It made you feel small, young. But you weren’t, not anymore. 

You took in a sharp breath through your nose, eyes on his as your head fell to the side. Finally, the ticking time bomb inside you was counting down. All of your pent-up sexual frustration would be launched at this lumberjack of a man. 

“You haven’t texted me.” 

“Christ,” he muttered, annoyance passing over his face. “Sun’s not even up yet.” 

“Joel.” You pushed. 

“Haven’t texted you in a few years.” He said lamely. 

“I know, the last thing I have from you is asking me what you think my dad would like for a birthday present.”

“I value your input.” His teasing didn’t make you any less angry. Joel could tell. “I don’t text anyone much besides Sarah. ‘ts the only way I can get ahold of her. Don’t even remember I own a phone half the time.” 

“I know.” Your arms crossed tighter around your body. “But I have… needs.” Your voice awkwardly teetered as you evaded his eye contact.

“Needs? Do ya, now?” Joel’s accent came out swinging, his signature smirky-smile working in combination with his cocked up eyebrow. But your face held evidence of your disappointment. 

There’s a gentle lull. He should have texted you, and you shouldn’t be here telling him that. He knows. Or maybe you shouldn’t expect so much from a guy like Joel. No wedding ring, brooding, a bull with horns, Joel. Wouldn’t know it was his birthday without Sarah reminding him, Joel. Wouldn’t leave the house if he didn’t have to, Joel. Wouldn’t think to text his horny neighbor next door, Joel. 

“Didn’t text me either, sweetheart.” He points out, making your head snap up with wide doe eyes. Shit. He was right. 

You didn’t text him, either. You were just sort of expecting it out of him. You hoped he would lead the way, be the guide, reach out wanting more. But that wasn’t Joel. Were you both playing this devilish waiting game? You felt a little silly, your insides wrapping in knots as he surveyed you. 

“Well I-”

“You what?” 

He was the one grilling into you now. The sun began cresting over the water, bleaching your surroundings in a pale orange. The sun’s glare caused Joel’s eyes to squint slightly to block it out. 

You rolled your head to the side and wiggled around as you tried to stand still against his tailgate. Your frustrations were evident as you rubbed your crossed legs together. 

This wasn’t the same girl who took a leap of faith in his woodshed, who crossed the boundary between nothing to something, and set you and Joel up for a thrilling summer. You just wanted him to tell you that he wanted it too. To fuck around and do something different. Make this summer worth a damn. 

“I didn’t know if you wanted more.” You finally muster up, your voice smaller than you intended, shifty eyes looking over his. 

Your statement made him scoff, having to look away from you with a wicked smile. The orange luminescence of the sun warmed his otherwise cold face. He was amused, maybe even a little offended by your statement. 

“‘Course I want more.” He strained before pausing, his voice lowering as he took another step closer. “Look at you. Wearin’ my shirt.” He said before he towered over you, making the first point of contact as his hand reached for your hip and pulled you in closer, his fist clutching the worn-in orange t-shirt. 

You blinked a few times before looking down where he fisted the material. Shit. He was right again. 

Joel had given this to you the last summer you were in Danbury. You and Sarah took a late-night dip in the lake, and she wanted you to sleep over and watch a movie in the basement. You were too lazy to walk back home and change, so Joel gave you a towel and his Longhorns t-shirt.

You easily could have snagged a shirt from Sarah’s closet, but Joel caught you sneaking into his house and dripping water everywhere.

“Just take this. Go dry off. Get warmed up.” A statement laced with annoyance and precaution for his floors, but also attentive care. 

It was probably supposed to be just for the night, but you stole it. 

You remember that evening vividly. It was the first time you fantasized about Joel. Because the shirt wrapped you up and smelled of his musk and deodorant. It brought on a certain warm fuzziness in your tummy. The shirt had been incorporated so much in your wardrobe these last two years or so, you had forgotten its origin. But it was Joel’s.

And now you were standing here in front of him, his shirt draped over your body like an oversized blanket, showing the curves of your tits. He was fantasizing about you too. Fucking you while wearing his shirt.

There was an undeniable tension that now settled between the two of you, one you surely couldn’t satisfy in his driveway. But that didn’t mean Joel didn’t feel the same way. 

His hold on your hip tightened, your lips parting in surprise as his other hand came to your waist and hoisted you up onto the tailgate of his truck. 

He was hot, possessive of your body wrapped in his shirt. 

“Does it look like I don’t want you?” Joel’s voice was husky, lust filled. You liked getting this sort of reaction out of him. His question caused an ache in you, white heat pooling in the base of your stomach. 

Your neediness for him returned. Addicted to his touch, you felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through your body. Joel parted your legs with his body by standing between them, your little fists gripping his large biceps as you tried to regain your bearings. He was so big and burly, wide set shoulders, and a toned chest. You wanted to see him shirtless, examine his body when your time together wasn’t so limited. 

“Joel,” his name dripped off your lips with desperation, sweet like honey. He knew how you said his name when you wanted him. It brought back vivid memories of you kneeling in front of him in his woodshed.

Comfort brought you back, knowing it was safe to lean in and start kissing his stubbled neck. You didn’t want to kiss his lips, it still felt too intimate. Joel picked up on your hesitations and silently obeyed. 

Once you got to the base of his neck by the collar of his shirt, he let out a surprisingly loud grunt that he tried to jam down into silence but had failed. It caught you off guard, the ways he displayed his pleasure.

You moved back in, eager to duplicate the noise as you paid special attention to his sweet spot. You suckled and glided your teeth over the pinpoint before he forced himself away. 

“Keep it below the collar, sweetheart.” His twangy southern drawl was drenched in pleasure.

You smirked as you tugged at the collar gently with your teeth, letting it go and seeing it snap back into place around his tan neck. 

His lips found the crook of your jawline, his lips brushing your earlobe as he took it between his teeth and gently nibbled. The sensation struck a nerve down your center, a weak whine echoing against the collar of his shirt as you tried to stay quiet. 

The air had warmed up with the sun’s presence, the birds starting to chirp. Your parents could wake up any minute now, being the early risers they were. 

You pulled away to gauge his reaction. Joel was looking between you and the horizon carefully. He was debating. You both had so little time. 

“Your parents.” He pointed out, his voice ridged with pain as he planted his body between yours, his large palms splayed on your lower back and upper thigh with his fingers ghosting your sleep shorts.

“Work.” You reminded, lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, fingers delicately brushing over the faded Miller Contracting logo on his breast pocket. 

You’re compelled to tell him that you need him. Because you do. You need him terribly. 

There was a silence, a deliberation of the masses. Stop while you’re ahead, at least you and Joel realized you were on the same page about wanting more. You could let him go, you should let him go. Meet up another time when it was less risky. 

“You’re not pulling away.” Your whisper broke his thoughts. Your long lashes fluttered, and your eyes were filled with an eagerness only Joel could satisfy. 

He rolled his head around, jaw tight before shaking his head. 

“Well, you have needs.” His words were filled with grit, promise. Be quick. 

Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, feeling the planes of his back under your small palms. Both of Joel’s big hands moved under your t-shirt, your lips parting at the feeling of his calloused and rough hands traversing your soft body. He liked how soft you were, you could tell by the way he was delicately exploring you with his lips plastered on your neck. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you whisper, grinding your hips against his desperately while one of your hands wound into the damp curls at the base of his neck. He could use a haircut soon, the longer strands winding around your fingers.

His body loomed so much over you that you were arching your spine, your legs desperately wrapping loose around his waist until he had sufficiently guided you onto your back. 

Suddenly his presence lifted. You didn’t realize you were seeing stars until he pulled away. He had way too much of an effect on you. 

“Don’t have time to fuck you right, pretty girl.” His words made you puff out a desperate sigh. 

“But-” 

“But you have needs.” He finished for you, your head feverishly nodding. The truck bed had odd ribs, half your back raised up an inch while your other half was on a little slant. It was uncomfortable to lay your head down on. Once Joel was tugging down your sleep shorts, you were quick to forget the discomfort. 

A heavy breath left you as Joel tossed your shorts over his tool belt in the truck bed beside you, feeling him pull your body closer to the edge of the truck bed with your legs pried open for him. 

Your eyes widened as he sunk to the ground, jaw dropping as your eyes looked to the sky. Holy shit.

“Joel-” You clenched your eyes closed. “Outside? Are you serious?” Your scolded whispers were useless. Now that Joel knew you had these needs, he wasn’t going to let you be underserved. 

He perched one of your legs over his shoulder, the other spread to the side and held open by the warm palm of his hand. You could feel his hot breath on your inner thighs, your walls fluttering as he came closer and closer to your core with each kiss to the exposed skin. 

“On the tailgate, Joel?” You whimpered, a flash of concern passing over your face. 

“I know how much you love the truck, baby.” Son of a bitch. 

You wished every second with him right now wasn’t fleeting. You wished he could take his time. But the both of you were so wound up anyway, you were happy just to have him be a guest between your legs. 

Joel’s beard stubble tickled your thighs, his warm lips leaving a wet trail to your cotton underwear. Your hands needed to stay busy, one planting itself against one of the ribs of the truck bed and the other fisting his toolbelt that adorned a Carhartt patch. 

Joel’s mouth was absent for a moment. He was admiring you. Admiring you with your legs spread for him in his Longhorns shirt that was several sizes too big on you. Heat chased through your body, a sly little smirk on your lips. 

“Time is of the essence, Joel.” 

He didn’t say anything back. He was staring at the wet spot that had formed through the material of your panties. He hummed, cocky satisfaction filling him to the brim. 

Joel placed an excruciatingly soft kiss over your covered mound that had you writhing under him eagerly. His palm planted your thigh down again, feeling you quiver under his hold. 

You swallowed a lump down your throat as he pulled your underwear to the side, out of his fucking way. He was seeing you for the first time. It made your chest heave with shakier breaths. 

You were glistening for him, wet and gleaming in the sunshine that was starting to dance across the lake and over the truck. Panic flooded your core. He was taking his damn time. You needed him now. 

“Joel-” you warned again, but it was too late. 

His nose nuzzled against your clit as he flattened his tongue and licked up your center, tasting you properly. Your head dug into the truck bed, a loose moan leaving your parted lips as you closed your eyes and experienced a sweet paradise. His tongue flooded you with his saliva, Joel’s taste buds in galore as he tried you for the first time. 

You wondered if he thought about you tasting you like this before. The thought as well as his head between your legs left you humming in appreciation. 

Your free hand found its purpose, nestling your fingers into Joel’s hair while his head made gentle nods against your core. His jaw was slack, mouth lodged open as he consumed your sex in its entirety. He didn’t leave one centimeter of you unmarked. He commandeered the landscape like it was his territory, his possession. 

Puffs of his name left your mouth, you couldn’t help but be vocal when he made you feel this good. 

Joel’s tongue moved now with purpose, precision. He lapped at your entrance, tongue dipping in to feel your tight walls before moving back up and around your swollen clit. He was discovering you, what made you tick, what made you burn with passion and lust.

You held back moans of his name, bringing Joel’s shirt you wore up into your mouth by the collar to bite down onto. Your muffles were concealed by the material for now. 

You ground your hips lightly into his face, finding a rhythm you liked. He lets you. He wants you to feel good. 

Thumps of your heart pounded against your chest, Joel’s tongue still working perfect circles and swipes at your clit. He pulled away just for a moment to wet his fingers, you watch through hooded eyes. His amber ones flick to yours. Can I?

 You nod your head, a silent and desperate yes. 

He pursed his lips, face pierced with concentration as he pushed his middle finger into you, your walls welcoming the intrusion with a flood of arousal to allow him deeper. You took in a shaky gasp as he filled you to the knuckle.

“Fuckk-” you said a little too loud, your eyes widening as you covered your mouth and got a well-deserved glare from Joel. 

“Can’t hold yourself together, can ya, pretty girl?” His voice was as rough as gravel. 

You couldn’t even answer him back, the threads that held together your integrity were slowly plucking loose.  

You whimpered like crazy, the shirt swallowing as much of the noise as it could, but the rhythm of his finger and his mouth returning to your clit was sending electric currents through your entire body. You were short-circuiting with Joel’s tongue and fingers playing with your pussy. 

Joel’s mouth was warm, the taste of you a new hunger for him. You could hear his jeans scuff against the ground. He was trying to hold himself steady. The realization made you throw your head back, losing the shirt as a vice as you gripped his strands tighter between your knuckles. 

“Fuck, Joel--, ohmygod-” you whimpered quietly. The slurping of your cunt was louder than your words. The noise felt so loud in your pounding ear drums, you were worried it would wake the neighbors. The neighbors being your parents and Joel’s daughter.

You were close, even with just one of his fingers inside of you, you were close. You 

weren’t sure if it was because of your pent-up sexual tension, your vibrator dying, or your fingers not doing you justice. Maybe it was the fact that it was Joel Miller, but you were holding onto a very thin rope on the verge of snapping. 

You pulled your shirt up, releasing his toolbelt as your hand fondled your tits. You could feel him smirk against your thighs as you pinched at your hardened round nipples. 

“Such a pretty girl.. Taste so fuckin’ good too.” His words reverberate against your core, the vibrations tickling your clit and making you whine his name. His compliment caused a certain warmth in your chest.

Your head lulled from side to side. He wasn’t letting you know peace once he added a second finger. You had to take a moment to adjust but Joel could feel it, he knew exactly what to do and when. He was so seasoned, experienced, he’d be the first guy to make you cum like this. 

Your thigh against his head clenched tighter around his shoulder, keeping him in close against your core as he continued to work his tongue in figure eights around your clit. The soothing circles were creating a harmonious rhythm, your stomach felt like it was going to fall through a trapdoor. You weren’t going to last much longer. 

Then he tried something new. 

A loud gasp left your lips, your body scraping its way to sit up on your elbows as you watched him nibble and suckle at your clit. Your elbow had nicked his exposed flathead screwdriver in the process, a hiss seething from your mouth. It didn’t matter now. All your mind could focus on was Joel and his hellish tongue. 

The suckling at your clit unlocked something undiscovered, your lips parting in fascination before your head fell back and landed on the tops of your shoulders as you looked to the heavens with blurry vision. 

A lazy smirk was plastered on your face as he held you in place. You weren’t going anywhere.

Heated pants left your mouth, unable to breathe with the new sensation. The sucking was a distinct sensation, one you liked. You could feel his teeth just lightly grazing your sensitive bud. It made your thighs twitch, and your walls flutter around his still pumping fingers. 

Joel’s digits moved gently with their thrust, a gasp of his name flooding the air as he curled them deep, massaging your spongy walls. 

You were breathless. You could barely muster up anything besides his name weakly on your lips. You tried to tell him, but it was already too late. 

“J-Joel I’m-- I’m cominggg, shit,” you moaned out a little too loud. The whole valley around you echoed, or so it seemed. Joel’s protective grip tightened, your hips convulsing as you came over his tongue. He fucking loved it. He held you there and took you for everything you were worth.

You dropped to your back once more, his fingers still working a slow rhythm that he was insistent on not breaking until your walls stopped fluttering around his knuckles. You were still trying to come down to Earth when he licked you clean, your body twitching every time he flicked his tongue against your throbbing clit on purpose. Fucking asshole. 

Your hold on his hair loosens. You can’t help but make a face at the sight of him. Wild curly locks, mouth and chin covered in your slick, slightly flushed cheeks. He looked just as fucked as you did. He looked submissive on his knees, his eyes gleaming as he looked to you. 

You watch with obsession as he mindlessly pops his two fingers past his lips, licking them clean of your slick. Such a compliment. 

He guided your leg off his shoulder and put your underwear back in its place. 

You leaned up on your elbows, still seeing stars. Joel stood up from the ground and brushed any residual dirt and dust off his jeans. He brought his hand up and toyed with his jaw, meaty fingers adding pressure into the masseter muscle as he worked to relieve the tension that had built while going down on you with such dedication. 

You weakly sat up, the slotted ribs of his truck bed making indents in the flesh of your arms and thighs. Brands of your filth. Your big shirt fell back into place, your legs swinging lightly as they hung off the truck bed. You glanced at the back of your arm, seeing the scrape from his tools. You’d be fine. 

Once you turned straight to face Joel once more, you noticed he was fighting back a little smile about something, his hands on his hips and his knee cocked out.

“What?” You ask, trying to scoot further down the tailgate. 

“Nothin’.” He said gruffly, taking you by your hips and lifting you with ease like a ragdoll back onto the ground. His eyes stayed on the floor, your curious gaze following his down to your fluffy slippers. 

“Oh.” You muster up, clicking the toes together. 

“They’re uh… cute.” He tried to compliment, still with a teasing smirk on his face. 

“Shut up. They’re slippers.” You griped, your hand coming up to wipe away the glisten on his chin. He took over, pinching the collar of his shirt between his fingers and bringing it up to wipe away what was left of you. It was oddly attractive. 

He reached past his toolbox and belt, handing over your black sleep shorts after feeling over the material for a moment with a swipe of his thumb. 

You muster up a thanks, looping one foot in and then the other before you adjusted the band around your waist, the orange t-shirt falling back into place at your thighs. 

You couldn’t help but look around, the serenity of the early morning hours would only last so long on the lake. People liked to walk their dogs and jog, you didn’t want anyone reporting gossip. 

You turned back to Joel and assessed him. The Texas sun was already making both of your skin swelter, despite it being just past sunrise. 

You took in a sharp breath to say something, pursing your lips to keep them shut. Joel looked at you expectantly. 

“What?”

You shook your head and shrugged, holding your hands behind your back as you teetered on your feet. 

A stern expression passed over his face. “What?” He pressed harder. 

You tried to smother a laugh. “Your hair, Joel.” 

With an annoyed sigh, Joel amused trying to tousle his curls into place with the assistance of his truck’s driver-side mirror, grumbling a few curse words in response before leaving it be. 

You admire him, how handsome he looks so effortlessly. You suddenly became glaringly aware of how you looked right now. No makeup, baggy clothes, could use a shower. Fuck. 

“I gotta get goin’, already late.” Joel said as he returned  to the tailgate, lifting it with ease and slamming it into place with a few sharp snaps. “I’ll see you. And I’ll message you.” 

A small smile ticked at one half of your mouth, nodding. It was a promise. “Please call it texting, Joel.” 

He furrowed his brows as he looked over your face. “What difference does it make?”

You snickered and shrugged. “How old you sound.” 

Cue the classic Joel Miller eye roll. “Fine. Textin’.”

“How can you be working on a Saturday? That feels illegal.” 

This mustered up a short little chortle from Joel. “It’s not technically working, that’s why.” 

Your head curiously tilted to the side. “What do you mean?”

Joel shrugged, avoiding your eye contact as he looked past his truck and to the lake. 

This was what you had to deal with. Trying to get information out of Joel was an investigative effort, one you didn’t have the energy to dig into at the moment. You finally felt tired after your week of restlessness. 

You waved each other off, your face electric as you turned away from Joel and snuck back inside without a peep. As soon as you lay back in bed, feeling your heart thumping after your meet-up with Joel, you heard the door to your parent’s room crack open, and your father’s obnoxious morning yawn followed accordingly. Couldn’t have cut it any closer.

Finally, you felt sleep caressing the edges of your mind. Not a beat after your head hit the pillow, you felt your phone vibrate beside you. With hazy eyes, you turned it over in your palm and squinted at the brightness. 

joel miller Anything I can do to get in your good graces again?

You instantly smiled, lazy fingers typing a response. 

how about a movie night? 

He took a moment to respond. You could see him thinking it over in your mind’s eye. 

joel miller Fine. 

Your face lit up as you quickly took advantage of him owing you one. 

and I can pick the movie?

You could practically feel Joel’s eye roll from a mile away. 

joel miller Jesus. Fine. Tomorrow night. 

Tomorrow was perfect. Sarah said she would be on a camping trip and your parents would be visiting old school friends in a neighboring town for drinks and dinner. 

tomorrow night it is, mr. miller 

joel miller Whatever you say sweetheart.

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[matchascara]

CAMBOY SCARAMOUCHE

- IN WHICH: you find out the snarky purple haired boy in your class isn't as much as of a nobody as you thought he was.

contents: NSFW!! slight bdsm, mentions/use of sex toys

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he was the loner in class that spoke to nobody. headphones always on, blasting music that others who sat next to to him said to be j-rock. his aura was silent, cold and mysterious. the only quirk he showed to the public was his doodling habit in class. nobody really knew anything about him, besides his name.

scaramouche.

no matter how many times the blonde haired girl would invite him to parties, or hangouts, he'd never show. she'd pester him endlessly during lectures, only to be met with either complete silence followed by an eyeroll, or, if she's lucky, a scuff and a "stop bothering me." sometimes he'd switch it up and say, "go find something better to do with your free time."

yoimiya was defeated, and you never really quite knew how to help her. "try again tommorow." youd reassure, but, tommorows success was never gaurenteed

so with this, you couldn't believe your eyes when this same quite, snarky, and anti social boy has no problem lewdly showing off his body to thousands of people online--

as a camboy.

and a very popular one at that. always receiving the most gifts, subs, and views each live, he easily kept his place in the top 10 of the main screen leaderboard. his gap moe is what drew you in. his online persona was sexy, and alluring, yet he managed to keep his mysterious aura from his real life personality.

so you became a regular at this site, secretly watching him every other night at 11:30. you watched as he would undress himself on stream, slowly letting his lanky, pale fingers teasingly run along his ab lines until he reached down to rub his cock that throbbed through his jeans, "50 more gifts and i'll stroke it for you. 100 and i'll moan your name. please hurry, i really want to come to you guys." he teased, biting his lip in anticipation.

you don't know why you did it. but you did. with a small fright of hesitation you sent 100 gifts under a lesser known name of yours, your middle name.

with the sound alert going off, it gave scara the ok to lean back in his chair, open his legs and to start unzipping his jeans. "good girl (m/n)" he slurred.

"but i have a surprise for you all today." he pulled out a cum stopper from his desk and bit his lower lip in pain as he inserted it into himself. but his attempts to conceal was in vain and a faint gasp followed by a soft "fuck-" managed to escape his lips.

"you have to tell me when to cum. i'm under your control tonight."

you continued to watch as he then stroked his cock up and down, starting off slow before speeding up the pace as he leaned back with one arm over his eyes moaning and humming your name. "f-fuck, it feels so good. you feel s-so good. i can't-"

and when his soft moans turned into sensual whins, begging for you to let him cum, you wanted to do more than just watch.

you followed scara in his movements, taking off your shorts to play with your aching clit as you listened to him cry your name, he wanted so desperately to come, but you weren't going to let that happen. not yet.

you watched his mouth hang open out of pleasure as he continued to beg for you to let him cum. "please. please, let me- let me cum for you."

"keep it quiet." you sent with 50 gifts.

he bit his lip to seal off any more words, using his free hand to lean over and grip his desk, causing his shoulders to tense up.

you hated how you enjoyed it. how you enjoyed watching your classmate who's usually so silent, and reserved suddenly become a vocal, moaning mess as he pleaded with you to let him cum. and he has no idea it's you. he has no idea you'd see him tommorow sitting by himself in the back corner.

he had no idea you knew his dirty little secret. but part of you wish he did, because you so wanted the fingers that would pleasure you to be his own. just thinking about it made you release your final breath of moans as you finished on your white bedsheets. you sighed. the fun was over.

"cum for me."

scara finally leaned back on his chair upon hearing the noise alert, removing the cum stopper from his cock that throbbed in his hand. he let out a melodic moan, almost a scream as he finally came. it shot up upon his chest, which would drip down onto his lower stomach

he took deep breaths as he did nothing but bury his face in his hands, letting the thousands of viewers watch the breathless, whining mess you made of him. gifts were being spammed, subs were being increased and the live chat had nothing but praise.

he was definitely way more popular than you initially thought.

"next week i'll have a special guest with me." he finally managed to spur.

exiting the stream, you closed the laptop shut. the words "special guest" lingered in your head as you cleaned yourself up to get ready to bed.

but that night was a sleepless one, as all you wanted was to hear scara's whins taint your ears just once more.

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[faith-forgxtten-land]

Hihihi!

I'm not sure if your requests are open, but the fic I just read was a request and was posted within the last 24 hrs, so I'm gonna take the chance that they are (can you tell I'm autistic yet?😂)

Could I request a slightly nsfw (just a lil spicy) Bay!Raph fic where the Fem! Reader is watching him workout and offhandedly mentions that she wishes she could lift as much as he does?

Her question prompts him to let her lay on the bench and "lift" the weights (obviously he's carrying almost all of the weight). Just a corny little piece that shows our Big Red some love.

Thank you for your time!💜

Spotting | Raphael

requests are open dw!! honestly feel free to send as many requests as you want at any time, if they're not open you'll know because i'll plaster it somewhere obvious. and corny pieces are the best kind <3

since its valentine's day, i kind of went extra corny with a vague valentine's plot... i hope you like it and lemme know what you think! it's only slightly spicy and suggestive because tbh i wasn't sure how far to go.

warnings: suggestive, slight choking? (oops) valentine's day mentions, single people try not cry too much. everyone is 18+!! never proofread

summary: it's valentine's day and for some reason you have nothing better to do than watch raphael lift weights

word count: 1195

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“Why are you lifting weights on Valentine’s Day?”

“Why are you watching me lift weights on Valentine’s Day?” Raphael retorts quickly and it’s such a good question that you pause.

Well, then. You sniff in mock indignance. “I’ll have you know that I was asked out by 12.5 different people ahead of today, thank you very much.”

You can’t see it, but you can tell he’s smirking. “12.5?”

“I figure Mikey only counts for 0.5 since I’m pretty sure he’d ask every woman he sees if he could.”

Raph snorts and your mouth pulls into a stupidly wide smile knowing you’ve amused him. He’s so relaxed like this, when it’s just the two of you, and your smile turns soft at the thought. There’s no one you’d rather spend the day with – Valentine’s Day or not – and the view isn’t bad either.

Speaking of... you tilt your head. Rivulets of sweat trickle down his green skin and you bite your lip watching the flexing of his muscles. He’s so much bigger than you, you’re pretty sure his bicep is bigger than your head, and he could cover your entire face with his palm – he’d done it just yesterday when you wouldn’t stop pestering him about a romcom you wanted to watch (it’s okay, you knew they were secretly his favourite kind of movie too, he didn’t have to protest so much – even grown turtles should be allowed to indulge in some Richard Gere and Julia Roberts). 

His size had intimidated you at first, had made you hesitant, but now it makes your knees weak and makes your heart accelerate with something entirely different to fear. It’s quiet apart from his breathing and the clang of his weights and you wonder if he can hear the thundering of your pulse.

“You’re staring.”

“Hmm?”

His muscles flex again and you’re quick to press your thighs together. You’re certain it's deliberate at this point. “You’re staring,” he repeats, his voice a little deeper.

You flush as you realise what he’s saying. “Not my fault you can bench press a truck,” you grumble to hide your embarrassment. “I’m jealous.”

The terrapin smirks again and sits up, his eyes bright. “C’mere.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

It’s Raph’s turn to grumble. “You’ve been hanging around Mikey too much.”

You grin because it's true and walk slowly towards where he’s waiting. Your feet are clearly more sensible and less fuzzy than your brain (you are definitely not still thinking – and staring – at his arms, nope) because they stop just before you can stand between his legs. His eyes run along the curves of your calves and his gaze feels like a dizzying caress as it glides up your torso, lingering on the bare skin around your throat in a hungry way that makes you swallow just to watch him watch the movement. “What’s the plan, Red?” 

Your voice doesn’t feel like your own and you’re kind of impressed by how put-together you sound. It’s not the breathless wheeze you expected, it's low and sultry and suggestive and your eyes flutter as his breath hitches. The two of you have flirted before but this feels different. It’s intimate beyond your typical friendly banter and you have the urge to touch him.

He reaches for you first, pulling you closer and resting his hands on your hips. His hands are huge, and your mouth feels dry as he squeezes a little too hard to be innocent. “Raph...”

He squeezes again at your murmur. “Lie down.” His voice is rough and you shiver. He brushes his fingers across the goosebumps he’s raised, and you let him manoeuvre you with ease.

It probably looks so silly, and you fight the incredulous laughter that bubbles in your chest. The bar above you is ridiculously oversized and heavy and the thought of you lifting it is absurd and your laugh can’t be stopped this time as you look at the green-skinned ninja above you. His lips are twitching as you cackle and your eyes focus on the scar that decorates them, longing to soothe your tongue over it, as you regain your composure. “You good?”

“I’m good,” you reassure him. He’s so fucking cute, you think. You can see his nervousness now even if he tries to play it off and you feel like you’ve just swallowed a bucketful of butterflies. “Are you spotting?”

Raph runs his tongue – you do not shift your hips at how thick it is – across his upper lip, over that scar you want to taste for yourself. He looks torn for a moment, building himself up, and places his heavy hands on the bar above you. “Something like that,” he agrees before instructing you on how to position your hands.

You push up and immediately swear at the impossible weight. Raph snickers and you pout and glare simultaneously. “Don’t be mean.”

“You haven’t seen me be mean, baby.”

Oh. Your glare falters. That’s just not fair and he knows it. He’s grinning now and you curse him in your head. You push again and this time the bar lifts, as light as a feather. His hands are still wrapped around it and you’re not lifting a single thing, but the moment feels heavy. He hasn’t let his eyes drift from yours and you don’t dare look away. It feels intense and intimate and you can admit that your skin is on fire and your pulse is throbbing knowing how easily he’s carrying a weight that you couldn’t budge with all your might.

He guides the bar back down after a moment that could have been seconds or minutes or hours and you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He’s still looking at you as you sit up and he invades your personal space. You have to tilt your head back to maintain eye-contact and you shudder as his palm cups your chin.

He’s so tall and imposing and you have to bite your tongue as his hand trails further down. You let him wrap his fingers around your neck and you rest your hand on top of his in encouragement, unable to stop a needy whine as he heeds your silent request and squeezes gently. His pupils are blown and he’s breathing harder than he had been while working out and you feel smug knowing you’ve caused this reaction. In a blink he’s pushed you back and he’s leaning over you. He smells like sweat and his skin is damp from exertion and it's kind of gross and it really shouldn’t be turning you on, but it is and your legs spread involuntarily.

You expect him to close the gap between your lips as he hovers above you and your eyes that had fluttered shut open again when it’s clear he has no intention of moulding your mouths together. He’s got a soft look in his eyes paired with a devilish smile and it makes your chest burn. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth.

“Be my Valentine?”

You splutter and he laughs as he finally presses his lips to yours.

#tmnt raphael #tmnt raphael x reader #tmnt raph x reader #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse #bayverse raphael #tmnt #tmnt x reader #bayverse raph #tmnt imagine #i never know how to feel about my own writing

[trulylostgirl]

Still Get Nervous

Few things made Bucky nervous. The man had seen everything; had his life threatened on more occasions than he could ever keep track of. But asking you to marry him? He’d never been more nervous in his entire life.

The whole stoic, metal man, tough exterior never stayed around when he was around you. Even just thinking of you made him soften, which Sam of course teased him mercilessly about. He could always tell when Bucky’s mind had wandered and exactly who he was thinking about.

“If you aren’t careful, you’re gonna break that ring in half before you even get the chance to ask her,” Sam commented, nodding at the dainty ring that Bucky was fiddling with.

His teasing made that softness in Bucky’s features disappear and earned him a signature Barnes Glare. Sam softened in response, knowing Bucky was sensitive today and didn’t really need Sam pestering him. So he took a different, more gentle, approach.

“It’s tonight, right?” he asked softly, a smile tugging at his lips. Sam adored you and especially liked how much more enjoyable you made Bucky. (Which he reminded you of constantly).

“Yeah,” Bucky responded gruffly. Despite Sam’s teasing tone, he took his advice and placed the ring back in the box and then in the safety of his inner jacket pocket where he could always feel it against him. “As soon as she gets home from work, I’ll give her time to change, and then we’re going to dinner.”

Sam smiled encouragingly. “Alright. What’s the plan, then?”

Bucky ran through it in his mind. He’d fussed over the perfect way to ask for months on end. He didn’t want to screw it up.

“We’ll enjoy dinner and then after, I want to take her for a walk down at the pier. Maybe treat her to some ice cream like she always wants…and then find a little place to ourselves by the water. Then I’ll get down on one knee and ask.”

It was a simple plan, but it was perfect for the two of you. You never liked going to fancy places or having Bucky shower you in expensive gifts. You were content with him and the little moments that you shared. You adored your simple life together.

Sam smiled and nodded, “She’ll love it. I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch the whole thing, but I’ll just wait for Y/N to tell me all about it.”

~~~~~~~

You happily scooped a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth as you walked with Bucky, arm hooked through his. “Try it, Buck,” you held your spoon up to him with a glob of ice cream on it. “I think it may be my new favorite.”

Bucky smiled down at you in amusement. “I think every flavor is your new favorite,” he teased. But he obliged and bent his head down to take the spoon into his mouth. Your wide eyes were locked on him as you waited excitedly for his opinion. He pulled away, brows furrowed as he hummed in thought before nodding. “Okay. That’s delicious.”

That just made you grin. “See? I told you!” Then you were back to enjoying your treat. You didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t really care. You had your dessert, you had a great view, and most importantly you had your Bucky.

The two of you reached the end of the pier and Bucky took your empty cup from you before leading you to the sand. While it was a warm evening, a cool breeze blew off the water.

Bucky’s free hand brushed over the bulge in his pocket that he’d tried to hide all night. Thankfully the box was fairly small, but men’s pants were so tight nowadays. The nerves were back and he was glad you were holding his arm as his hands were horribly sweaty.

Now was the perfect moment; you were alone, the closest people mere specks down the beach. And the sun was covering everything in a golden light, but Bucky was choking. The words he’d practiced and recited over and over in his head were lodged in his throat and he felt like he couldn’t swallow as he looked at you.

Your brows furrowed when you met his gaze, noting the expression on his face. “Are you alright, Buck?” you asked in concern. “Was your food bad or something?”

“No! No. The food was great, I just. Umm…”

Shit. This was not going to plan.

Bucky steeled himself and then turned to face you, moving his arm so that you were now holding his hand.

“Darling…I need to ask you a question.” He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he was kneeling. He let go of your hand to retrieve the box and open it to reveal the ring. Then those steel blue eyes met yours and you felt the air leave your lungs. “Will you marry me?”

A smile spread across your lips and tears pricked at the back of your eyes. “Yes,” you breathed, not even having to think about it.

Bucky’s brows raised. “Yes?”

His disbelief made you laugh lightly as you nodded. “Absolutely, yes.”

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x fluff #Bucky barnes fluff #Bucky barnes x reader

[cherryxsapphic]

So, I have a request! (If you don’t like this request idea, you don’t have to write it!)

Marilyn x fem!(can be a student or a teacher)reader, where Marilyn is extremely overprotective over reader. R is used to her pritective nature, but it sometimes goes a bit too far, when Marilyn won’t let r hangout w her friends or go out in a certain outfit. Or when someone tries to hit on r, she would immediately come over and wrap her hand around r’s waist.

So basically just overprotective Marilyn, maybe some angst! You can choose how it goes!

Take your time <3

This is for the lovely @m1lflov3rrr I am dreadfully sorry that it took me literal months to even put this out, but I do hope you enjoy!!🍒

Also a special thanks to my pookie bear @h-doodles for helping me with this, I couldn't have done this without you!! 🥰

You were sitting down peacefully in the quad by yourself. Sandwich in hand as you jam out to some music blaring through your earbuds, bobbing your head slightly to the rhythm when you suddenly feel a sharp fingernail aggressively tapping your right shoulder. You jumped slightly at the sudden interruption, whipping your head towards the person in question, setting them with an annoyed look only to soften when you realized it was just Enid, Enid Sinclair, the local colorful werewolf. You take a moment to pause your music and pull out your earbuds, setting them down gently on the table alongside your forgotten sandwich. Spinning your body around the school bench, finally giving the very excited wolf your full attention, looking up at her from your seated position, you give her a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Sorry, Enid! I was so caught up in my music that I didn’t notice you there!”  

"I know, silly! You've been hard to see around these past few weeks, so I just HAD to come over."

"I got busy…" You fight to keep your blush down as you think of what, or more accurately, who exactly got you busy. "My schoolwork has been slipping, so I asked a few teachers for extra work." You say, to cover it up.

Enid nods, understanding. Being a student with academic achievements, she often saw you poring over textbooks in the library OR trailing after your teachers for extra lessons during your free time, orders from your strict parents who monitored your progress over your head. “Well,” she starts, clasping her hands together. “Me and the girls have missed you a lot, so I wondered if you were free tonight?”

Guilt seeps into your bones when you hear the hope in her tone. You have been neglecting your friends and a dark whisper inside your brain–

“I suppose I’ve pestered our teachers enough, and I just finished passing the latest exam, so… I guess I'm free." 

“Yayyy!!!” Enid does a little happy dance before lifting you for a hug. You shouldn’t be surprised by the excitable werewolf’s strength, but you gasp a bit anyway. “We’re going to a party in the woods tonight; you HAVE to come!" 

When she finally puts you down, you sigh and shake your head. “The woods? Enid, you know Weems banned us from going there, right?”

“Don’t worry; the party is located somewhere TOTALLY safe—”

“Hey, girlies!” you stifle a scream when a cold hand suddenly touches your back. “Finally caught us a live one, huh?”

“Haha, hilarious, Tanaka.” your tone dripping with sarcasm as you turn around to give the vampire a playful slap on the hand.

“Don’t start. You’re going to the party, and I’m going to your dorm later to ensure you’re dressed right.”

“I haven’t said yes yet!”

And here you are in your dorm room, contemplating your life choices before sighing, putting on something comfortable, and grabbing your comfort jacket that belongs to Marilyn. You put the coat to your nose and breathe in her wavering scent, wishing you were with her instead of going to this stupid forest party. Falling on your bed, you bend over clumsily, grabbing your shoes off the ground and putting them on as you were just finishing tying your shoes—

Yoko and the FUCKING Scooby gang burst into your room like a pile of rats searching for cheese. 

“Girliepop, you’re not wearing THAT to the party, right?” Yoko asked, looking you up and down.

While holding Mari's jacket, you looked down at your black jeans, red Converse, and a favorite baggy shirt. Then back to Yoko, who opened your closet and rifled through your clothes while Enid talked animatedly to a sulking Wednesday.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Yoko pointedly looks at you and pulls out a short, skimpy dress. You blush as you remember Marilyn telling you it was a dress for her eyes only and that you would never wear it out. “You’re simply holding out on us, omg.”

"Yeah, the party's in the woods, so that's a hard NO on wearing that one!"

"Oh come on, what's the point of having that snack of a body if you aren't gonna use the right wrappers?"

"Listen, my tits spill out in one move in that one, and I'd rather die than return it to the store because of anxiety, so you can just. Pick another one… please?"

Yoko pouts but acquiesces to your pleading. Flipping through some more, she finds a similar-looking skimpy dress, but a little longer than you were confident you'd make out with your dignity half-intact.

"Here."

"Oooh!" Enid moves over, done pestering Wednesday for the moment, and oohs and ahs over the dress before starting again. "Pair it with the heeled boots, and wear tights if you're concerned about the cold."

"I mean. I'm bringing along this jacket, but why heeled boots—”

“Because we said so. Now hop to it.”

Throwing your hands up, you take the new outfit and walk to your bathroom to change. 

The party in the woods was in full swing, the rhythmic beat of music mingling with the laughter and chatter of the gathered crowd. Strings of fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the makeshift dance floor. Enid, the excitable werewolf, led the charge in festivities, dragging you into the heart of the celebration.

As the night unfolded, the atmosphere grew electric, the energy contagious. You found yourself dancing with newfound friends, the pulsating music drowning out any lingering doubts. However, the borrowed outfit — a compromise between your comfort and the party's expectations — seemed to attract more attention than you anticipated.

Yoko, the lively vampire, strutted over, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Girl, you're the life of the party! Everyone's talking about that dress!"

You blushed, feeling both flattered and self-conscious. The beats throbbed louder, urging you to lose yourself in the music, and you obliged, dancing away the concerns that nagged at the edges of your mind.

But as the night wore on, a discordant note disrupted the harmony. The distant growls of the creature you encountered earlier echoed through the trees, casting a shadow over the revelry. The carefree atmosphere shifted, and hushed whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Enid, always exuberant, tried to downplay the unease. "Guys, it's probably just some forest critter. Don't let it ruin the party!"

Yet, the anxiety lingered, and a subtle tension threaded its way through the crowd. The music played on, but the once carefree dancing took on a more cautious rhythm.

Suddenly, the distant growls escalated into a deafening roar, and panic rippled through the partygoers. People scattered in all directions, the fairy lights casting eerie shadows as they dashed for cover.

Enid grabbed your arm, eyes wide with fear. "We need to get back to the school—now!"

Chaos ensued as the revelry devolved into a frenzied scramble. The once lively dance floor transformed into a chaotic scene of stumbling figures, their laughter replaced by shouts of panic.

As you ran back toward the safety of Nevermore, you couldn't shake the feeling that the creature's pursuit was closing in. The enchanted woods, once a backdrop for joyous gatherings, now harbored an ominous threat.

The party had taken a turn no one expected, leaving a trail of chaos in its wake. In the midst of the pandemonium, you yearned for the familiar embrace of Marilyn's jacket, a reminder of comfort amid the unforeseen disaster that had unfolded in the enchanted night.

‘I’m going to die. I’m going to fucking die, and it’s MY fault.’ I scream inside my head while I dart left and right through the trees. Protip: do not wear heels when going into the woods. Scratch that. Trust no one except Mari. Everyone is dumb EXCEPT Mari, especially when they say the woods are safe, there is NO monster, and you’re going to have SUCH a good time.

I could’ve enjoyed a nice cuddling session with Mari if I just stayed in bed and waited for her like usual, but no. I had to let myself get guilted and dragged to this party in these stupid heels and dress, and now I’m being chased by a BEAST, and I don’t even have my phone to give Mommy my goodbyes!’ 

The monster roars somewhere closer behind me, and I feel like I will have a HEART ATTACK! But I'll be fine once I get to the school, and look, there's the Hogwarts-looking building right there. So I just keep running. Thinking I'll be okay, my dumbass trips over a branch, and suddenly, I just want to give up. I feel like those dumb girls in those low-budget horror films.

As you scramble to your feet, panic gripping you like a vice, you hear the menacing growls of the pursuing creature drawing near. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you sprint toward the safety of the school building, your heels abandoned in the unforgiving underbrush.

The imposing silhouette of Nevermore looms ahead, a beacon of hope in the darkness. The monster's roars reverberate through the trees, pushing you to run faster, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Just when you think the creature is on the verge of catching you, the school's entrance comes into view. You burst through the doors, heart pounding, and slam them shut behind you, momentarily cutting off the creature's menacing sounds.

Safe within the confines of the school, you lean against the door, catching your breath. The echo of your heartbeats seems to drown out the lingering fear. The school hallway stretches before you, the familiar surroundings offering a stark contrast to the perilous adventure you just survived.

As you compose yourself, you realize that the night took an unexpected turn, and your friends might not have been entirely truthful about the safety of the woods. Thoughts of Marilyn flood your mind, and a profound longing for the comfort of her presence washes over you.

You decide to retreat to the quietude of your dorm room, shedding the borrowed outfit and slipping into the familiar warmth of Marilyn's jacket. The scent provides solace, grounding you in the reality that, despite the night's chaos, you are safe within the walls of Nevermore.

Reflecting on the events, you vow to prioritize your own well-being and not succumb to peer pressure. As you drift into a contemplative state, you can't help but yearn for the simplicity of sharing a peaceful moment with Marilyn, free from the chaos that lurks beyond the safety of Nevermore's embrace. 

To be continued…

Sorry for the lack of Marilyn in this chapter but don't worry there will be more in part 2, if y'all want a part 2 you that is?? 🤭

Tags: @s1nful-sa1nt @sssappling2004 @marilynthornhill @proton-selfships @philip-15 @luucyyyy (and anyone else who wants to be tagged ♡)

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #laurel gates #laurel gates x reader #christina ricci #wednesday 2022 #writer community #creative writing #original work #original writing #amwriting #fantasy #x reader #x you #x fem!reader #aesthetic #lana del ray aesthetic

[noraunor]

𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

ˠ Bravery ; angst.

Alastor x Human reader.

➥ Where alastor owned a human soul and has the ability to take her to hell whenever he pleases. Two create a special bond but one bloomed more.

ˠ Kitchen kisses ; fluff.

Alastor x Wife!reader ( oneshot from "my doting husband" )

➥ you were peacefully cooking in the hazbin's kitchen making food for everyone with your overload husband clings to you like a koala.

ˠ where was the love? ; angst. | FINISHED

Alastor x f! Reader | 2 Chapters.

➥ even though you were a married woman and was married to a famous radio host, it feels like your were just a mere air around him.

ˠ Seat properly, darling ; fluff

Alastor x human reader (ooc)

➥ where alastor got tired of scolding his human to seat properly, so he did something unexpected.

ˠ Burn a moth ; comedy?

Alastor, angel dust, vox, valentino x human reader

➥angel came back to the hotel with a beaten bruises on his face, once you saw this your heart dropped at the sight that you started bombarding him question which he refused to answer, but you kept pestering him. Once he finally admitted, oh dear Satan hell have never been more hotter than your rage.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

ˠ My doting husband. ; angst | ONGOING.

Alastor x ex wife angel reader.

➥ where the radio host wife found out about his nightly activities, his wife was not happy about it and intended to free the prey, but in order to do it, it causes her own life. And in afterlife, his wife was sent in heaven while he was dumped to hell. And the love her wife felt for him was replaced by hatred and wished to never see him again, unbeknownst to her.. Their fate would soon cross once again.

ˠ Thrown back into the past ; WORK IN PROGRESS

Alastor x reader

➥ you were just a normal college girl, with a normal life. A decent house and a loving family and you couldn't ask for more. When you visited your parents house, you stumbled upon your old room where you saw a lot of your old merches and fan arts of the certain cartoon by Vivienne Medrano - The hazbin hotel, looking back at it filled your heart with nostalgia. But upon looking back to your stuff, you saw an unfamiliar book and mindlessly opened it. But the contents inside was in french so you put it back not knowing what you have just unlocked.

ˠ Sacred deal ; WORK IN PROGRESS

Alastor x human reader

➥ you were a girl with fucked up mental health and sleeping schedule and daddy issues. Your family was financially unstable that adds up more to your stress, life was hard for you and you wanted nothing more than just to pop like a bubble - well not until you were paid an unexpected visit.

THERE WILL BE MORE TO COME..

#hazbin hotel masterlist #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #angst #fluff #ˠ . ° . 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢! 𖤐

[sleazysquid]

Strangers On A Train (Dabi x Reader)

Anon Asks: If requests are still open, some filthy Dabi breeding kink plz 🥺💕💕 love your work !!!

Hi anon! Glad you’re here! Sorry this took a while!!! I hope you like what I’ve come up with <3 I feel like his breeding kink is mostly empty promises meant to keep you leashed to him. Someone he just plucked out of society wouldn’t know any better than to believe whatever he says. I felt like I needed the right inspiration to hit in order to write since this is just so delicious, and I think I found it in the form of an old adult film a friend told me about one time. I wish I knew the title of it, but without further ado, here’s a mean Dabi with a disgusting breeding kink ;)

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: (focuses on real themes, dark content), chikan, fem reader, noncon, sex with no prep, breeding kink, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, misogyny, very light yan themes if you squint

It starts off with a tired day. Whether you’re busy at work, hungover after a party or whatever. The long journey home has just started, and you thankfully found a seat after the first stop. Almost immediately after sitting, you’ve found yourself nodding off on the train. The quiet hums of the cart rustling you back and forth gently, it’s beckoning you, eye lids getting heavier and heavier, the announcer overhead growing more faint as your brain shuts down slowly. A sudden jolt of adrenaline kicks in as a hustle of people pack into your cart like sardines. A peculiar man boards, standing across from where you sit. He’s scarred from head to toe with raven black hair and roughed up clothing that’s been torn up in a few areas.

You two exchange short lived eye contact. A courteous smile is extended on your part as more humans pack into the train and obstruct your view of him. The doors close, the next stop is heard over the radio, the train sputters to a rolling start. You look up to haphazardly observe your surroundings, a pregnant woman is standing with her fingers gripped tightly around the handle vertical from you, the train jostling her around with ease.

“Ma’am,’ you whisper,

“You can take my seat if you’d like”

She smiles politely and whispers back “thank you” as you switch spots with her, passengers already taking it upon themselves to stare at the two of you. Despite whispering, you’re still technically being disruptive by social standards.

Heavy eyelids come back to pester you again, even when you’re standing with white knuckles around the strap. You’re not quite aware of your surroundings, your mind is just coasting through trying to get to the last stop as best as you can. The world around you focuses in and out as you drift through phases of consciousness. Such a sluggish feeling, so sluggish you don’t notice the scarred man you smiled at earlier has moved from where he initially stood on the train. Chest against your back, you can feel his soft rugged breathing as he leans closer into you, taking advantage of every bump the train tends to make.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the will to fight off the urge to sleep strengthens as you’re now hyper aware of your surroundings, and particularly, interpreting if this man has any ulterior motives. Your feelings are confirmed almost immediately as the man rests a hand on your hip, dry humping against your ass. The grinding motion of his clothed cock teasing you slowly, against your will, your heart flutters in conjunction with your body tremors with the hot stare, his cerulean eyes watching every bounce and jiggle of your body in such an observant and petulant manner. He leans into your figure further, nose brushing against your goosebump ridden neck, inhaling your scent.

“Are you aware of the declining birthrate that’s infecting our country as we speak?” His gruff voice whispers against your skin.

“Sir—“ you turn to look at the perpetrator, shocked at his disgusting comments.

“—Shhhhh!!” A patron hushes you. Suppose you already had your free pass to speak when you gave up your seat, any more noise and you’d rather not have the entire train agree to kick you off for making more of an issue. You’re baffled at the lack of empathy your fellow passengers have for you, much more quick to dismiss than to bring light a conflict.

The hand that once took purchase on your hips slowly creeps upward underneath your shirt, cupping the swell of your breast and squeezing down hard before pinching and rolling your nipple between his calloused dirty fingers.

“See that woman over there? That you so graciously offered your seat to? Why don’t you fulfill your duty and help the birth rate” he hisses delicately over the shell of your ear as his lips press against the soft flesh.

The others surrounding you notice your predicament, but choose to either avert their eyes or keep staring at the spectacle he’s causing.

“We’re getting off on the next stop. Say anything and you’ll be burnt to a crisp on the spot, understand?”

The low rumble of his voice causes a shiver down your spine as you nod nervously to his demands. As the announcement came to a head, he ushers you off the train, stapled hands keeping the firm grasp on your hips. He’s dangerously close behind you, guiding you down an unknown road that leads to a dark disheveled apartment. You’re greeted by beer cans and empty cartons of cigarettes scattered around a single stained twin sized mattress.

Each article of clothing is pawed off in a disordered manner, he can’t seem to keep his hands or his mouth off you. A shoe here, a shirt there, you’re stripped down to the bare nude hastily before being pushed onto the dirty mattress. The scarred man stays pretty much clothed, opting more for convenience on his part by pulling out his hardened cock. Cigarette butts cling to your back as you’re nearly crushed by his full weight, slotting himself between your legs and leaving no warning for bottoming out inside you completely.

Beer cans clink and roll off the bed with how hard he’s fucking you into the mattress. He doesn’t let up, keeping himself sheathed for as long as possible. Your eyes glaze over with tears rolling down the sides of your face, mind desperately trying to dissociate, but between the jolts of pain, pleasure begins to bloom ever so slightly, but nothing that comes to fruition. The villain’s moans get louder, more whiny, his movements are more erratic.

A hand moves up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him, “Yeah you want me to get it all inside and keep you here tied down to me forever? That’s what you’re doing to me looking at me with those beautiful wet eyes. Your pussy’s too tight and too pretty to not fill up.” He sucks in air through his teeth.

Fear hits the pits of your stomach, “No, no… No please don’t”

He brandishes a smile, bright blue eyes staring deep into your squirming form. Not another word is exchanged from either of you, thrusts coming to a sloppy piston as this stranger fills your womb to the brim with potent seed. His mouth slightly ajar, crazed eyes now half-lidded with a his hand wrapped around your neck, heat radiating from the palm, a vague threat of burning you beyond recognition. This is your life now, no longer the strangely beautiful mundane work-home rut you once resented.

#tw.breeding kink #tw.chikan #tw.misogyny #tw.pregnancy #tw.noncon #dabi x reader #touya x reader

[michelleleewise]

Blue Dhalia

Pairing: Avenger Loki x Jotun female reader

Warnings: mild swearing, self loathing, mentions of torture, mentions of past trauma, nightmares, angst with a little fluff.

Summary: Loki tries coping as old memories are drudged up, while you try to acclimate to your new surroundings

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Part three--Part four-

The battle raged on, squinting through the darkness, his seidr guiding his blades to their targets "don't let them touch you?" He heard through the midst of grunts and swords clashing, metal on metal grinding into his skull when he saw one of them....barreling at him. He gathered his nerve, rushing at it sinking his blade into his stomach, bringing the monster to its knees when he reached out, grabbing his arm in a death grip. "Shit! No no no!" He said to himself, trying to pull free seeing the leather and metal incasing his forearm crack and shatter to the ground, eyes widening when he saw. Looking into the beasts eyes he finished the job, stumbling looking down seeing.....

"Loki, wake up." Jolting up, the files under him flew to the floor as he jumped up hearing the chair hit the floor. "Brother.." he heard, his eyes meeting Thor's as he tried to catch his breath "yes...what is it?" He panted running a hand through his hair. "Are you ok?" Thor asked quietly, leaning down picking up the chair setting it right. "And why wouldn't I be?" Loki asked leaning on the desk seeing Thor nod towards his arm. He looked down seeing his left arm a deep blue, ridges traveling up under the sleeve of his shirt. He stared for a minute turning his hand over "I'm not your brother, I never was." The words echoed in his head, the explosion....falling.....

"Loki.." Thor said, pulling him back "yes, I'm fine." He said clearing his throat fixing his glamor watching the blue fade from his arm. "What do you need? Or did you just come here to pester me?" Loki sneered crossing his arms "the girl, we are moving her to her own room and Banner wishes you present." Thor said watching him. "Am I to be her babysitter for the entirety of her stay here" loki snarked kneeling down picking up the files. "You are not her babysitter, it would just be best where you are of the same heritage to help her adjust. She doesn't even know what she is." Thor said kneeling next to him "tell her she's a monster and move on, isn't that what you did before?" Loki sneered throwing the files on the desk "Loki, you know i didnt..." Thor started when Loki held his hand up "Let's just get this over with." He said storming past Thor.

The elevator ride was silent, Loki feeling his anxiety rise the further down they went. "Loki.." Thor said suddenly getting his attention "Let's not do this now Thor." He said as the doors opened. He stormed out, walking down the steps towards the glass cell seeing Banner and the Widow. "Ah Loki, thank you for coming, I know this has been difficult.." Bruce trailed off seeing the look on Loki's face. "Let's just hurry this along, where is she being moved to?" Loki snapped crossing his arms. "Well, Tony and I talked and we agreed.." he started, looking at Nat "they put her across the hall from you." She said grabbing a small stack of clothes "what...why?" Loki asked furrowing his eyebrows when Thor walked up "because brother, we all thought maybe you could assist her, like I mentioned." Thor said.

They all looked at eachother hearing Loki sigh "and I suppose I have no choice in the matter." He said looking at them. "Here, these are for her." Nat said handing him the clothes "they might be big on her but I'll get her more once I know her size." She said. Loki snatched the clothes shooting everyone a glare "just open the door banner." He said walking to the door of the cell. He closed his eyes, attempting to stamp his feelings down. He's spent years perfecting his mask of indifference, not allowing others to see how affected he was, and this woman was bringing too much to the surface. He needed to distance himself and quickly...

You sat up, hearing the door open seeing the dark haired man, Loki. "Here, these are for you. Change and be quick about it." He said tossing the clothes on the bed before turning around. You swung your legs off the bed, picking them up. "Have I done something?" You asked, slipping your legs into the pants pulling them up. "No.." your heard him say before sighing "then why are you upset?" You asked, pulling the gown over your head grabbing the other cloth. "I am not upset, there are simply other things I would rather be doing." He said crossing his arms. You looked at the back of his head, seeing it shake slightly as you slipped the cloth over your head, putting your arms through the holes. "Ok, I'm done." You said looking at yourself.

"Your shirt is backwards." You heard him say "how do you know?" You asked trying to look at your back when he walked over pulling at the front of it "this tag here goes in the back." He said holding it out. "Oh...sorry." you said quickly righting it "and these are for your hands, gloves. So you don't touch anyone." He said picking up two pieces of fabric handing them to you. "Oh, ok." You said sliding your hands into them. "Right, come on." He said walking out, this time the door not closing. You stood there looking out the glass wall "Well...let's go." You heard, quickly rushing to the door. You slowly walked out, seeing them standing there looking at you.

"HI, I'm Natasha." The new one said, holding her hand out to me. You looked at the others before looking back at her, slowly gripping her fingers "y/n...I'm y/n." You said looking at her, her hair as red as fire. "Y/n, remember what we talked about?" The man with the glasses asked "yes, that I'm being moved." You replied looking at them "that's right, Loki and Thor are going to accompany you." He said. You nodded your head, walking over to them holding your wrists out, maybe if you didn't fight..."what are you doing?" Loki snapped making you jump. "I..it's how it is always done." You said stepping towards Thor "when I was moved to a new cell..." you trailed off pushing your hands forward looking down.

You felt a large hand wrapped around your wrists, gently pushing your hands down "not anymore y/n." Thor said offering a smile. You heard Loki scoff as he headed towards the stairs "i believe I have upset him." You said watching him "no, you haven't. My brother is....complicated." He said smiling again. Tilting your head at him you heard him sigh "he has been through alot, he'll come around, now come." He said holding his arm out waving you ahead of him. You walked towards the steps, seeing Loki waiting "took you long enough, can we go now?" He asked hitting a button on the wall "patience brother, these things take time." Thor said coming up to stand next to you.

you heard a ding making you jump seeing the doors slide open, your eyes shooting to Loki hearing him clear his throat "if you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do was ask." He said, looking down seeing you had grabbed his arm "sorry..." you whispered dropping your hand. You slowly walked in, standing between them as the doors closed, feeling the small room move making your stomach flip "don't worry, it's supposed to do that." Thor said placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked over, seeing Loki staring at the wall, his long hair pushed behind his ear, I single stand hanging by his eye, watching as his jaw clenched "it is rude to stare." He said through clenched teeth making you look down "sorry.." you whispered when the doors slid open and he stormed out ahead of you.

You followed behind him, walking through a small room before coming to another hallway, seeing him stop in front of a door he opened it waving you inside. "This is your room, the bedroom is there as well as the bathroom, the kitchen is in the main area out there" He said pointing around the room not looking at you "this is the living area, I am unsure how to use the television, you will need to ask one of the others." He said walking to the door. "I am across the hall, I suggest you do not disturb me with trivial issues, do you understand?" He asked finally looking at you "y..yes." you said looking around. "Very good." He said as he left, closing the door behind him leaving you alone.

Tossing his book aside Loki looked at his phone, rolling his eyes "what is it now Thor?" He asked sitting back in his chair "Bruce and I have been researching Ego and we think we may have found something." He heard. Leaning forward he pinched the bridge of his nose "and what have your genius minds discovered?" He asked. He heard Thor drone on about one of his friends, pulling the phone away from his ear hearing a sound from the hall. "Are you listening brother?" Thor asked getting his attention "yes, go on." He said getting up going to his door, slowly opening it "so he will be here tomorrow." Thor finished. "Very well, let me know when he arrives." Loki said hanging up, putting the phone in his pocket as he walked slowly into the hall.

conjuring his dagger as he made it to the small common area on his floor, looking around he reached over slowly flipping on the light seeing the room empty. He put his dagger away, walking into the kitchen grabbing the kettle he filled it before setting it on the burner, grabbing a mug from the cabinet when he heard another noise come from the hall. He stood still, focusing in the silence when he heard the faint scream coming from your room. Dropping the mug he ran to your door, knocking loudly "y/n....open the door!" He yelled, not recieving an answer he pounded on the door again. Hearing another scream he grabbed the knob, rushing in as a wave of heat hit him taking his breath away.

"Jarvis...turn on the air conditioning." He called out catching his breath "yes Mr Laufeyson." It said back, sighing when he felt the cold air wash over him. "Y/n, where are you?" He called out striding through the room to the bedroom, attempting to turn the knob finding it wouldn't budge. "Y/n, open the door." He yelled. Hearing another scream he rammed his shoulder onto the door, the wood splintering as it shot open. He frantically looked around, seeing you flailing on the bed, the blankets twisted around you. "Y/n.." he said rushing to the side of the bed, grabbing your wrists seeing you still had the gloves on. "Y/n..wake up." He said again trying to hold you still.

You screamed kicking your legs when he pulled you up, settling behind you wrapping his arms around your shoulder and middle "y/n, please...your going to hurt yourself." He said trying to hold you still feeling you tremble. He placed a hand on your forehead, closing his eyes he tried to focus,opening them seeing a man in a white coat holding an iron bar, the end glowing orange when he saw you strapped to a table, trying to wrench yourself free under the massive lights hovering over you. He quickly walked over looking down at you, your eyes meeting his "y/n...you need to wake up, this is not real." He said seeing the tears stream across your face "l..loki..." you said shakely looking up at him "yes...your having a nightmare, you need to wake up for me." He said.

Pushing your hair back he placed his fingers on your temples "everything is ok, I'm here y/n your safe." He said smiling "now wake up." He said, a green flash filled your vision taking your breath away when your eyes shot open, seeing your room. "There we are." You hear behind you making you jump "shh, your ok." Loki said, slowly letting you go standing up. "I heard you from the kitchen, are you alright?" He asked "y..yes." you whispered looking down. "Why is it so hot in here?" He asked "i..I didn't know how to change it, and I didn't want to bother you." You said looking up at him. "Y/n, you are Jotun! the heat can kill you." He said stenrly "i..im sorry." You whispered looking down hearing him sigh.

"Come on, I put tea on. I think it's time we talk." He said walking out of the bedroom. You pushed the blankets away, slowly getting up feeling the cold air on your skin making you sigh. You walked out, making your way to the main room seeing a green light coming from Loki's hand, and the cup on the counter put itself back together. "I broke it on accident, have a seat." He said grabbing another cup as you sat at the counter. You watched mesmerized as he put little bags in the cups, filling them with water "did you want milk or sugar?" He asked sliding the cup to you "i..I don't know." You said pulling on the string in the cup when he set two small bowls on the counter, walking around taking the seat next to you "Now, let's begin." He said as you turned to him, seeing his skin turn blue as his deep red eyes met yours.

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[lonesomelad]

i don't know why i've decided to make this account known, but i did anyways.

anyhow, as a song goes and I quote ; i . f . l . y .

get to know me, maybe ?

⎯ i'm a filipino / filipina . . . something i indirectly revealed once .

⎯ i'm a minor . . . so back off weirdos . let's keep this a safeplace, alright .

⎯ i'm an infp - j . but i act the exact opposite online .

⎯ i'm an afab ; abrosexual whose currently an aro/ace. tho, my pronouns are she / her , but i don't mind being referred to as they / them .

⎯ i'm very fond of nature , just as i am with animals .

⎯ i like drawing / writing / admiring the scenery / getting lost within the depths of my mind whilst listening to music .

⎯ i somewhat stan enhypen ... don't take me for a fanatic .

⎯ i love ... yoasobi , fuji kaze , kikuo , chase atlantic , the neighborhood , the weeknd , ayesha erotica , cigarettes after sex , tv girl , radiohead , lana del rey , mixed matches , wave to earth , laufey , melanie martinez , isaac dunbar , ari abdul , d4vd , coldplay , alec benjamin , jawny , prettymuch .

⎯ i am a self-proclaimed embodiment of anti - romantic by t x t & new person, same old mistakes by tame impala .

⎯ my favorite song(s) as of now is / are ; just for me by pinkpantherees ,, itgirl by aliyah's intelude ,, super bad mantra by jawny ,, not around by nova ,, heaven by julia michaels ,, only by lee hi ,, dandelions by ruth b ,, pasilyo by sunkissed lola ,, sex , drugs , etc by beach weather ,, my love mine all mine by mitski ,, dawn of spring by anson seabra ,, that's life by still woozy ,, nun id change by yeat ,, shaded in by filous ,, breakin' dishes by rihanna ,, sick of you by sub urban & dnmo .

& many more !!

p . s . i love you .

refer to me as either hanamari or aika , if you wish . ( the latter is my real name , jtlyk . . . fun fact, ig ? )

yes, i've been a kazuha

enthusiast for a prolonged period of time . . .

yet, the same can be said with how i am with muichiro,

however, it seems that

neither of those facts are blatant, or so my frustratingly idiotic loveable friends claim .

| i thoroughly enjoy fantasizing when i've got nothing to do . so i tend to space out a lot .

y'know the drill.

proshippers, pedophiles, certified jerks, etc ... don't interact.

your not welcome here, at all.

as i've mentioned countlessly, this blog is merely just for my own personal reasons & preferences. that's why you shouldnt be expecting anything else here besides me just being an absolute dogshow .

additionally, this acc has been up for a while now . i only decided to actually pay better heed to it bc a certain bug ( isn't that right ? @scarasonlywhore ) won't stop pestering me to let them buzz at me tremendously online even tho we're practically always together .

the once said ( my tad bit more sane ) blogs are this & this .

and if you wanna have full-blown conversations with me, feel free to add my dc !! ( user is insomniacwhosesleepdeprived)

that'd be all . nothing too much, nor too little presented here, huh? hopefully . . .

[lady-ashfade]

The darkness within:

The burning of flames.

Crows x reader, Kaz brekker x Fem!reader.

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Plot: Everyone has voices in their heads, mostly themselves but that wasn’t the case for you. At times rage took over your body and you had no control over it. Death was always calling you, but it was never for your own.

🚨Spoilers for future parts of the stories in the warnings🚨

Warnings: Angst, killing, blood, betrayal, revenge, death, trauma, rage, spelling mistakes, a new plot for the story. Added background. Also oc!reader kinda.

The scent of cinnamon hit your nose as you sniffed around with a widening smile. The room was small but it was a safe space for you to rest, not your bedroom but a place you would meditate. There were many things you do in this room that no one could ever think of, or ever know.

Your head was a void for voices to speak, always a burden for you to bury underneath as much as you could. They were always hungry, pestered you to be set free from your skin and take the souls around you. They deserve it. Imagine their screams. Whispering voices echoed through your head until you got control. When you were young, the first time you ever looked death in the eyes, they appeared.

The flames burned bright and lit up the village from the darkness of the night, the screams of pain and terror haunted your little ears. “Mother?” You shouted and shielded your eyes from the shinning light of fire. So many houses were set ablaze, many people running through the streets and saying their prays. Calling out again you looked around for any sight of your mother, and nothing was seen.

Your bear feet ran along the paths in search for a familiar face. You wanted to cry, to just fall to your knees until you’d wake up from the nightmare you were in. What child could face this? It wasn’t until you heard a blood cut scream from a around the corner. Picking up the pace you turned the corner and looked for the woman who made the sound— only to wish you never did.

Blood coming from the corner of her mouth and a sharp dark blade impaled her stomach raising her off the ground. A figure in a dark cloak and hood held the blade, you tried to look at his face but you just saw black. “Mother!” You cried and reached your hand as if you could reached her from where you stood. Her body feel onto the ground and she used all her strength to look up to see you one last time.

The words feel from her lips, the last words and breath she ever took. You watch with teary eyes but frozen body screaming at you to move. “No.” You cried and fell to your knees, not noticing the pain it caused from the rocks underneath. The figure turned it attention to you. Raising the long handle with a curved, sharp blade at the top.

You stared at death itself, and not once did you feel scared for your life. No, you felt rage.

Blood. Blood stained your hands as you awoke from your sleep, a burnt village around you with bodies scattered all around. No trace of what had happen after your mother died, no trace as to why your hands were red. Or why the blade was now clinched in your hands.

“Kill.” A thousand whispers came rushing into your head as you walked the road alone in the woods. For the first time you were alone and nothing made sense.

“Run.” The words she had shouted, the last thing you’d ever hear her say.

You held the scented stick in your hands and brought the tip up to the flame of the candle beside you. It caught fire and the smoke started to come off, and that’s when you slowly put it up to your face and held it between your hands.

Closing your eyes and let your thoughts speak. It wasn’t a prayer, as you believe in no one to pray too. But it was a reminder of all the life’s lost that horrible day, a promise to make the loss right somehow. You whispered the names you knew.

The sounds of pain came back in your head and tortured you again, letting your guard down. The floor board cracked from the hallway and fell death to your ears. A tap of a cane along with steps echoed off the walls and floors. The man looked into the candle lit room and saw you on your knees with a scrawl on your face, and twitching body.

It sent a shove down his spine, something he hated. “Y/n.” He called out and broke you from your trance. A gasp came from your lips as you pulled back, the look of guilt flashes in your eyes.

“Get up.” Kaz demanded. You huffed out the candles on the floor. He looked around the room in silence and saw tables with wooden boards, writing on them.

“I suppose you have a job for me?” You question and stood yourself up. He turned to look at you and stayed silent, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper in his hands. A wave passed throughout your body and it made your insides twisted. Kill, we need to kill. A sigh left your lips and grabbed the envelope from your hands.

“Why can’t you do it?” The paper was already being opened.

“You have a quick way of doing it, also this isn’t my contracted.” But wasn’t it? Kaz was your employer, he took you in as a “investment”. You weren’t one of his crows, no he was just the man who gave you orders. He never questioned how the scene was always cleaned up with no trace of you. How you could kill ten targets in the span of just one hour, he just needed it done.

“I get my money from you, so therefore it is part of your contract.”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t care as long as he’s dead, report back to the club when your done.” He turned his heels and walked out of the room. You titled your head and moved your feet after him.

“I don’t go to the crow club.”

He didn’t stop at your words or even gave you much attention. “You will this time.” He stated and opened the door out of your house and walked out without a explanation. You groan in frustration at him. Looking down you read the ink on the paper, the name now being chanted in your head.

The leather straps and clothes hit your skin, you pulled up the hood and a mask over your face. You stood on the balcony of your house, the wind blowing and the night as dark as ever. As soon as your hand reached the scythe a electricity sparked through your body. The whiteness in your eyes turned to blackness. Jumping over the railing your body was taken over, a black dark smoke moved through the air as you were no where to be seen.

Each splat of blood, the cries of pain, you felt no more full inside. It wasn’t fun to kill, but it wasn’t horrible— You just felt nothing. Like a sick way of being home and warm, just comfortable.

“Jesper,” wylan hit his boyfriends head as he chugged the big glass of alcohol in his hands. Wylan shot a glare to Nina who was doing the same, his hands then gripped both cups and pulled them out of their hands earning a protest from both of them

“No, you both have work to continue. And kaz seems extra off tonight, I don’t want to see your heads on a stick.” Wylan huffed and put the glasses on the waitress’s tray as she walked by.

“He’s like that every night.” Jesper spoke and pulled his boyfriend into his lap with a smirk. “He’s just a grumpy cat.” Wylan rolled his eyes and fixed his posture, Nina nodding along. But Nina knew he was right, something was off with him tonight.

“His heartbeats off.” The both turned their playful attention off each other and then to her.

“I can sense some anger- Or worry, I can’t tell. It’s not when he talks about pekka, but more when a plan goes wrong.” Jesper leaned forward and put his hands on the table intrigued, “Can you hear it now?” Nina gave him a face telling him his question was stupid.

A figure emerged from the shadows and over to the group, “Hear what?” They turn around but Nina was the only one not startled, but the two boys were.

Inej sat down with them, “What did I miss?” She asked her friends. The bar was full and all of them had taken a break so it must be worth it.

“Kaz’s is acting weird.” Oh, she already knew that. Just a few hours ago he was annoyed and yelling at her to do a job for him, he was not in the mood. “I know.” She sighed. The groups broke out into their own questions and answers as to what was wrong with him.

The doors to the bar pushed open and a cloaked woman walked through. A breeze went through the area as she entered, and a chill vibrated down the spines of who looked at her. The crows turned their attention at the girl making her way through the place, she seemed to have a mission and didn’t stop for anything.

Jesper looked at his friends, “You think it’s her?”

Nina nodded and kepts her gaze on the girl who walked up the stairs. “She never comes here, you now how she hates bars. Kaz probably gave her a job, maybe that’s his problem.” Nina mumbled her thoughts.

Inej played with her knife, “You know how those two are.” At her words Jesper held wylans waist and pulled him closer.

“She scares me, I mean she’s a very good assassin.” Jesper shivered.

The door to the office swung open, you stepped through with a stomp in your step. “You sent me to kill a child.” Kaz heard the rasp in your voice behind him. His eyes kept themselves on the words below him and matched the papers on his desk.

“It was a test.” You let out of chuckle and gripped the handle of your weapon.

“A child is not a plaything to tangle on a string, kaz. It was a life- A child’s life.” You foamed at the mouth. Kaz set down the papers in his hands and let his shoulder fall.

“And is the child dead?”

Turning around with a raised brow he stared at you. You had to control yourself from killing him right where he stood, this was pissing you off. “I never will kill a child.”

“Good, because I didn’t want you to.” He studied you, he saw the glare you gave him and the shake in your body full of rage.

You crept closer and he stood up straight to await what you would do, and to stand his ground. It would only take a few seconds to slice through him, and at this moment it was starting to sound like a good idea. Kaz has been a decent boss, someone to pay you what you’re owed and keep you from harm if needed— not that you ever did. And you knew the things he would do. But this was was messing with you, to try and bring you down.

He was another voice.

You stare into his eyes only a step away from him, his eyes matching yours with no sense of fear. Yesterday you would have felt fluster to be this close and have him staring at you, but that feeling was gone. “We’re through.” You snapped at him. His leather hand caught you as you turned away and stopped you from moving anymore.

“You’re still under my contract.” The next thing you did was out of your control.

A bone crushing sound filled your ears as your fist swung backwards to his face, breaking his nose. Very good, the voices complemented you and that’s what pulled you out of the state. “Oh shit.” You panicked at what you had done.

“I didn’t mean to.” Your went to help him but he stepped back and held his nose and blood trailed down. The stare you expected from him was shown on his face.

“Leave, now.”

You wanted to defend yourself and apologize. But how could you explain that the situation to him without scaring or telling him the truth? So you did as he said, you left the club and back home.

As soon as you step throughout the door of your home a sob left your lips, the crashing pain in your chest pulling at your heart. Body going numb made your legs give out and you fall to your knees. The image of your mother dying, the figure standing above her— Just like that day you’re on your knees, weak and alone, and only yourself to blame.

“I’m sorry.” You begged but no one could hear. No one cared.

But are you?

You enjoy hurting people just like us. You crave blood, have a lust for it.

Shacking your head you cover your ears and let the tears roll. “I’ll never be like you.”

You already are.

The crows gather in kaz’s office as Nina helps his broken nose and awaited his orders. The tension was still in the air of what had happened, to what he was thinking. Kaz sat silent and stared at the floor with a glare. His mind flooded with the test he had set for you, how he wished it wasn’t true.

But he saw it with his own eyes, the clouded darkness taken over you and it made sense. How you could kill without a trace. How you could kill so many people like it was nothing and never come back with a scratch. It was all true.

Siting himself up and Nina threw her hands up, never getting to finish. “We have a new job.” The group looked at each other and then back to their boss. Slight fear built up within their stomachs.

“And what’s that?” Jesper asked and played with the guns on his side. They all watched kaz grab a paper from his desk and hold it up, a signed signature at the bottom. His expression darkened and twisted into a smirk.

“To kill, Y/n L/n.”

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[general-dweebous]

Alright I’m daydreaming about Miguel O’Hara… again

I heard a trending sound on tiktok, and it inspired more delusions.

Imagine being at a bar alone, maybe after having a (to put it lightly) rough day and just needing to forget for a little bit. Watch the game, have a drink, let yourself get lost in the noise. Which is unfortunately ruined by an irritating jerk of a man who thinks he’s entitled to your time and attention.

He pesters you, you roll your eyes. He gets uncomfortably closer, you ignore him, eyes on the screen, hand covering your drink. He’s frustratingly persistent, as they tend to be.

Miguel catches wind just across the way, at the end of the L-Shaped bar, drink just barely inches from his lips as his eyes lock on the interaction. He always tries to pay attention to these things, in case spider-man he needs to intervene. Granted he may have already eyed you before.. you know, just.. for surveillance and general friendly neighborhood safety.

“C’mon, don’t be such a bitch” -the man pesters again.

Miguel watches as he sees you put your drink down, your eyes locked on the man’s. “Buddy, this is your one chance to leave me alone with your self esteem intact.”

Miguel can’t help but smirk, barely able to hide his fang as he brings his drink to his lips. He catches your eyes glancing over at him as the defeated man walks away grumbling. Miguel would just softly raise his drink in your direction as a “well done” gesture, which he’s happy leaves a small smile- a laugh?- on your face.

Lyla buzzes on his watch. “Want me to get her number or are you gonna man up-“ before she’s cut off by Miguel clicking the watch face off.

Do you get why I love daydreaming about this man?? (Feel free to use this as inspo as you wish, just please tag me!<3)

#I love thinking about him #daydreaming #dreaming #both are good #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara #miguel fluff #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel prompt #please use this as you wish

[the-literary-legacy]

♥ 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 ♥

This is how I imagine characters from hazbin hotel reacting to you falling asleep in their arms. This also takes place before the hotel is destroyed and hell was attacked by the angels. The characters i am going over are:

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Charlie

2. Alastor

3. Vaggie ━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━ If you would like me to go over any other characters, feel free to let me know. (suggestions box open 24/7 on weekdays) ━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━━┅━┅━┅━┅━┅━

Enjoy lovlies!

🎀 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒 🎀

Charlie would be sitting on a couch in the lobby of the hotel when you came over to her and laid down on her lap, quickly dozing off. Charlie slightly panicked but saw how peacful you were. She let out a 'Aww!' of happiness and stayed in place until you woke up. <3

Another possibility is Charlie slowly lifted up your head when you fell asleep and placed it on a pillow, then ran away to go see Vaggie. :(

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꧁༒☬𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻☬༒꧂

Most people might think he would murder you in your sleep and some think he will be super kind. so here are both possibilities. >^<

You were very tired (and bored) so you decided to go pester Alastor. (someone got a death wish) A while later you found him inside the radio tower ontop of the hotel sitting in his chair. "BOO!" You tried to scare him but only got a glare out of it. "What do you need?" He asked in his usual old fasioned radio voice. You circled around him and plopped yourself on his lap. (R.I.P) "I want to hang out with you!" you answered calmly as Alastor gave you another glare "By sitting down.. on.. my lap?" he questioned but you had somehow fallen asleep on him "Well this is a good time to get rid of a problem." Long story short he chucked you off the top of the hotel.

Alastor was feeling in a wonderful mood today so he sat on the couch and did nothing. when you came over and fell asleep on the other side of the couch, he felt a bit of pity for you and poked your leg. You woke upp and looked at him "You.. can.. sleep over here.. i know there aren't any pillows.." He sid quietly but let out a slght grunt when you actually turned and laid your head on his lap, falling asleep even quicker. "Oh.. well.." He put one thin and boney hand on your head. He watched you sleep and snapped at anyone who tried to wake you. <3

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ミ★ 𝘝𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘦 ★彡

Vaggie was lying down on the couch when you came along, laying down on her stomache and falling asleep. She looked at you with a slightly puzzled expression for a while before she smiled and started playing with your hair. She may seem mean but her sweetness is wonderfull. About an hour later she will most likely doze off with you then Charlie will come around and put a blanket on you both before letting ya'll rest. <3

The other option is Her doing the same thing to you that Charlie did. She does not want to be a cheater!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbinhotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #sweet #happy #funny #story #x reader

[aebi12]

"Refuge in your arms" - Helaegon One-shot

An upset Aegon visits Helaena in her chambers after the family dinner.

***

"Except sometimes when he is drunk"

Helaena closes the door behind her, Aegon's voice reaching her ears from across the room.

The young princess walks slowly until she finds her brother sitting on her bed, a cup of wine in his hands, his gaze not fixed on her but on some point on the floor tiles.

What is he doing here? He had left as soon as the fight between Jace and Aemond had ended, his steps resolute as he left their mother and grandfather to deal with the aftermath of the altercation. Helaena had assumed that he was headed, once again, towards the houses of pleasure he frequently visited.

When Aegon hears her footsteps stop beside him, he lifts his face to his wife. His violet eyes locked on her blue ones, a menacing fire glowing in them. Still, Helaena isn't afraid as he tosses the cup to the ground and stands up, facing her.

"You only visit my chambers when the wine clouds your mind"

“Would you like it to be the other way around?” he asks, his breath mixed with wine reaching her, “Would you rather I be here every day, pestering you?”

“The children would appreciate seeing their father more often”

“I did not ask what the children would prefer,” he replies, taking her arm and pulling her closer to his body.

Helaena remains calm. Instead of trying to break free of his grasp, her free hand tentatively moves up to his face, caressing him with her fingertips, feeling him calm under her touch, his ragged breathing settling and his cheek resting in her palm. When Aegon finally releases her, she cradles his face in her hands, examining his expression. She knows her brother too well to know that there is something else bothering him, she just can't quite figure out what.

"What is it?" she asks in a low voice, still looking at him

"Why did you agree to dance with Jacaerys?"

His question takes her by surprise, as does the hurt, anger, and resentment she can hear in is voice.

“Because it would have been rude to refuse to do it,” she replies, adding after a few seconds, “And because I like to dance.”

Aegon chuckles unfunnily, his eyes hardening. Sometimes, he hates the sincerity with which Helaena always answers his questions. He hates that innocent look of confusion he catches a glimpse of on her pretty face.

“Would you have preferred to be his wife? Do you wish that mother had accepted the proposal that our half-sister made to her years ago?” he asks as he slips out of her touch

“It wouldn't have changed anything,” she replies, serene, “Dragons are meant to dance and…”

"Don't answer me with your damn riddles!" he interrupts her, although his voice, far from sounding angry, sounds tired. Why does she have to speak all the time in enigmatic phrases that he can't understand? “You enjoyed dancing with him. I saw you laugh, you looked…happy.”

Aegon swallows, remembering the way his wife had hopped up and down next to their sister's bastard.

“I was happy at the time, yes,” she admits matter-of-factly.

Since she was a child, she loved to dance, she loved music and poetry. In the Keep there weren't many opportunities to indulge in these worldly pleasures, as her mother called them. And for Helaena, for some time now, the only source of happiness was her twins. Getting to enjoy that moment with Jace had been a breath of fresh air amid the crushing routine that was her life.

Aegon catches his breath at her response, fire rising inside him, a fire that threatens to consume them both. Even so, and despite the anger he feels, his face betrays him and also reflects his pain at realizing that he will never be able to awaken such feelings in her.

"My words have hurt you," Helaena says, noticing the prince's eyes fighting back tears, "That was not my intention."

Except sometimes when he is drunk.

The words come back to his mind, why had she had to say them?

"It was not? Because you seemed to wallow in them after your toast,” he hisses.

Helaena blushes and looks down for a few seconds, "I just wanted to warn our cousins about the reality of marriage"

“About how disappointing I've been in your life,” he says helplessly, his voice cracking, “About how inadequate I am.”

Aegon knows his flaws. He knows that he is far from a good husband. He is not devoted to Helaena, not even faithful. But it's because...

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Helaena's hands return to his face, wiping away tears he hadn't even realized he was shedding, “I understand,” his wife continues in a whisper, “It is not our fault, we did not choose this. We have done the best we can”

Her hand moves up to his hair, massaging his scalp before drawing it to her chest, her other arm encircling his waist. Aegon sighed at her embrace, her lavender scent engulfing his senses and relaxing him.

He had done what he could.

He had tried to be as careful as he could on their wedding night. He hadn't meant to cause her pain, even though it had all been so uncomfortable between them, between two children forced to become adults.

And it's not that he didn't want her. He did. As much as he called her an idiot and said they had nothing in common, he was no stranger to her beauty. It hadn't been hard to get lost in her softness, her disposition, her sweetness, her serene demeanor as she received each hasty caress. No, on the contrary, it had been too easy to fall for her charms, for the subtle way she comforted him, for the peace he experienced every morning when he saw her sleeping next to him.

And that terrified him. And it filled him with doubts because what reason would Helaena have to want him by her side? What motive besides her duty to their family? He was a drunkard. A good-for-nothing brat. He was not as skilled with a sword or as intelligent as Aemond, he did not enjoy reading or delight in the Faith as his mother wanted so badly, even his status as the firstborn son was not enough because his father still considered Rhaenyra as heir.

No. Aegon was just a nuisance and Helaena would realize that sooner or later. There was going to come a time when the bubble of tranquility in which they lived after their recent wedding was going to explode. And just like his mother, who had simply given up on him, so would his wife leave him behind.

So Aegon had reverted to his habits. To his whores. To his drinking and his bets. He had pushed Helaena away before she had a chance to the same to him, to break his heart.

Because the truth was, he didn't deserve her. Because, as he saw every time her blue eyes met his, she was pure and incorruptible, while he was a villain consumed by his vices, by his pain, by the wounds that his parents' rejection had opened and that refused to close.

Still, he wanted her. And every once in a while, he would lose the fight with himself and return to her bed.

Except sometimes when he is drunk.

Yes, when the wine rose to his mind, it was easy to convince himself that -at least for one night-he could be the right man for Helaena.

He would then look for her in her bedroom. And she never said no. Out of duty? Probably. Though Aegon liked to think it was because she missed him, and wanted him as much as he did.

“I need you,” he hears himself say huskily, intoxicated by the warmth of her embrace and her familiar scent, “Be mine tonight.”

“I am yours every night,” she whispers back, feeling Aegon's lips on her neck.

His caresses are eager, desperate, his hands taking the skirts of her dress and slipping under them to touch the soft skin of her legs.

Helaena understands, as she always has, that Aegon seeks refuge in her arms. Refuge and oblivion. Of himself, of his reality, of expectations, of the court... she is no stranger to the feeling after having grown up in an environment that does not fully understand her.

“Aegon,” she gasps as his fingers caress the most intimate part of her body.

Her disposition seems to reignite the fire inside of him. His lips trail up her shoulders, her neck and jaw until they reach her mouth. Their gazes meet for a few seconds. Rarely, in these years, have they kissed. Sometimes, Helaena believes that her brother has no patience for such subtleties, sometimes – like now – she seems to sense that there is something else that haunts him in this regard.

“Helaena,” he whispers, closing his eyes when he feels her wife's fingers trace the outline of his lips, “Don’t…”

But ends up giving up. Like every night that he looks for her, he gives in to his crave for affection.

Kisses terrify him, but Helaena's kisses manage to save him.

At least for a few hours.

At least until dawn when he once again will hate himself for using her, for daring to touch her, for sullying her with his touch.

His greedy lips catch those of his wife, their tongues joining in a dance unfamiliar but natural to both of them. When the air runs out, they separate and Helaena watches his face as her hands tangle in his short platinum hair. Aegon opens his eyes under the pressure of her gaze, finding her flushed, beads of sweat on the freckles on her nose and cheeks.

She says something he can't make out, and moves away from his touch a bit, her hands going behind her back to work on the buttons of her dress, which after agonizing seconds falls at her feet, leaving her only in a white nightgown so similar to the one she uses the nights that he visits her.

Helaena feels her heart race at noticing her brother's desire, his violet eyes almost black, his ragged breathing. It's the first time in years that she's had a chance to really see him and not just feel him in the darkness. And she delights in the softness she finds in him. A smile tugs at her lips as Aegon winces at the feel of her hand caressing his neck.

"Helaena..."

He doesn't finish his words. His wife's hands working to remove his white shirt and pants. He pushes his boots aside and lets her guide him to the bed, sitting near the headboard and allowing her to straddle him.

Helaena feels his need, his hands once more eagerly running over her body under her nightgown, which he instantly removes, exposing her to him.

When was the last time they had been completely naked in front of each other? She can no longer remember.

Aegon is lost. He doesn't care about anything other than feeling her moving over him, rubbing against him, his lips sucking on her nipples with desire, her moans filling the stillness of the room…

Helaena knows there will be consequences. She knows that their actions tonight will seal her fate. Something inside of hers, a whispering voice she's heard since she was a child, tells her that this is just the calm before the storm. But Helaena knows that she can do nothing to escape her fate. That her story – and Aegon's – is written long ago.

And that both will burn together.

The princess takes his manhood and guides it to her entrance, going down slowly, allowing him to enter inside her, closing her eyes at the pleasant sensation of feeling him so deep within her. Aegon's hands cling to her hips urging her to move, allowing her to set the pace, slow, too slow... until she can hold it no longer and begins to move greedily, her hands cupping her brother's face and pressing their lips together one more time.

“I’m close,” Aegon murmurs, his lips once more on her shoulder, marking her.

She knows that he wants to be out of her. He has been doing it since the twins were born, avoiding leaving his seed inside her.

“It’s fine, it has to be like this…” she gasps, Aegon's thrusts driving her almost to the limit.

She doesn't know if he is listening to her, lost in his pleasure, but she feels him bury once more before spilling inside her.

A tear rolls down Helaena's face as ecstasy washes over her.

One more. They need one more.

And then they will burn together.

***

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#helaegon #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #hotd smut #smut #lemon #desire #self esteem issues

[kunekojo]

Request open? WITH PROMPTS? Running for it. Can i ask for Kenpachi Zaraki, with the prompts "Confession" and " You're the prettiest thing ever"? Headcanons or scenario, i really don't mind.

— Kenpachi having a REALLY big crush and s/o. S/o can be a learning fighter, not that good. He offers to train with her, and etc. Ypu can continue as you wish. Thank you sweetie 🤍

Hell yeah!!! Feast yourself on them while they're still warm hahaha. I've decided to go for a scenario with a little background. Hope this is to your liking!!

Confession from Kenny

Pairing: Zaraki Kenpachi x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, pure fluff and a big fat crush coming from Kenpachi that he can’t figure out at first, kissing WC: 1,5k •••

He still recalls the day you set foot in his headquarters for the first time.

Everyone in his division had been talking about the soul reaper from another division who seemed more suited to be placed under his leadership hours before you showed up. It kind of pissed him off, not necessarily because of your sudden arrival, but rather the annoyance of his members chaotically discussing the matter.

As you advanced toward your new companions, he watched you closely with prying eyes, trying to grasp what caused the decision for you to be transferred under his command to happen. Feeling the heaviness of his eyes, you had turned your face to look at him and shockingly, you didn’t appear the least bit frightened of him. Normally, people can hardly hold eye contact with him, a thing that never surprised him, but you being a rare case made him question just what kind of person you are.

Kenpachi gave you a brief wave of welcome before being cut off by the throng of underlings who had gathered to greet you. The smile you gave him in response made him temporarily stop shouting at those morons. Why can't they at least let him finish, but whatever, it didn't matter. Starting from that generous smile of yours, things began changing around him. 

As days passed, he found himself intrigued by you. There was something in particular about your attitude and demeanor, something that would snatch the tinniest bit of his focus. Maybe it’s about the way you can command a room by simply stating your opinions clearly and persuasively in a firm manner. 

The way you act made him live under the impression that despite all the layers of kindness covering your surface, there’s a level of fierceness and utter strength hidden beneath. That thought pushed him to rest assured it applies to your battle skills too, so oftentimes, that thought living rent-free inside his head would resurface once he had his eyes on you again. Shortly, he liked you.

He found no reason for his uncommon feelings but neither bothered to, allowing himself to just go with the flow and loop each time you two were close to each other. Sometimes you noticed he acted a little different with you, sparking conversations with short remarks about your strength and whatnot but you didn’t think much of it. 

However, when you came up to him, asking him to train you so you could do better, he was sure you just wanted to mess with him. He mistook your words for teasing but your genuineness pushed him to tell you to prove it to him, and you did. 

The raspy-voiced confirmation sent shivers down your spine, making it seem like he gave up on you, but that wasn’t the case. He may have turned his back on you at that moment, but it was so he could think about what to do with you, although the answer was right in his face.

 Truthfully, he liked the idea of being able to pass on his knowledge to you, but it was just a self-excuse for wanting to spend time with you, without anyone pestering him. So right when you were about to leave, assured that you had to look for someone else, he called back for you, telling you to meet him every night by midnight. It was a real shock after the failed clash but his decision filled your heart with so much happiness that you couldn’t stop thanking him.

It was then that he started figuring out his emotions. The more time he spent with you, training you, the more he felt a warm sensation flow inside his body. He’d start to tend to your injuries, ensuring you’re healed until the next time, and if you didn’t heal in time, he’d cancel the session. 

Despite his odd cures, the way he gently handled you made you feel a little bit of something but you brushed those feelings under the rug, confident it’s not like that. Why let your feelings blossom when you knew he was only being friendly and didn't really like you? 

Kenpachi on the other hand? He was delighting himself with knowing you. Your kindness woke something in him, some kind of wish to have you around all the time which pushed him to open himself. He wanted you around forever, just his and no one else’s.

After training, you two would occasionally lay down together on the hard wooden surface and chat for hours about your adventures. Other times, he would get a kick out of seeing your reaction when you drank his unique energy cocktail which tasted good to him but was in fact terrible. It was truly beautiful, you felt like there was a deep bond established between the two of you, and you didn’t want to trade it for anything in the world.

Days passed, maybe even a week, and there you were, laying down next to him once more, but this time something was different. The atmosphere wore a whole different scent compared to previous times, it felt heavy as if there was something wrong.

Concerned, you lifted yourself in your arms to sit on your ass, remaining silent momentarily. Kenpachi took notice of your sudden motion but didn’t pay much attention until your quietness held for far too long. He watched your expression carefully, gazing at each feature of your face as he waited for you to say something.

“Is something troubling you?” you turned your head in his direction, maintaining strong eye contact. 

“What makes you think that?” he asked with a hint of thoughtlessness in his tone. You felt there is something just with the way he punctuated his words. 

“Because I know you a little bit and I can tell there is something, so go ahead and tell me.” your urge made him ponder about the guy who made rather flirtatious comments with you hours before you went training. 

“Why didn’t you let me teach that punk a lesson.” 

“It wasn’t something worth the effort.” you insisted, pursing your lips.

“But he should know his goddamn place,” he exclaimed while raising his fist and shoving it to the ground. He won’t just let any random make uncalled comments to you and leave unharmed.

You were stunned by his irritation; why did he care so much about something so minor? You’re not even worth the effort of fighting stupid thugs, and it’s not like you two are together, so why did he feel this need to protect you with something… something like this? 

Crossing your arms, your brows furrowed. “But why do you care so much about this? About me?” your question didn’t seem to phase him but you didn’t want to leave things like this, not this heated. “Why me?”

Kenpachi stayed silent for a brief moment before lifting himself to face you on a higher level. The quietness caused your concern to worsen, fearing what he could reply with but upon noticing his eyes firmly centered on your gaze, you tilted your head to the side in anticipation.

“Because I want you just for me.” 

You couldn’t believe your ears, did he just say what you think he said? Did he just….Confess?  Left in disbelief, you stare at him soundlessly, a little dazzled by the suddenness of his words. It felt so unreal, having him return feelings after all that time. You couldn’t deny how impactful his statement was, since you yourself had a thing for him for quite a while.

“W-what?” you stuttered, fumbling with your fingers. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” you leaned back, still unable to comprehend his words.

“I’m not, Y/N.” it was the use of your name that signaled he was in fact meaning every single word. “What part of that makes it sound like I’m messing with you,” he exclaimed, trying his best to compose himself to appear as serious as possible. 

His words sounded genuine, but you just couldn’t understand. Looking down, you tried to gather your thoughts but you were at a loss for words. You reached to rub one of your arms, tracing rough touches up and down. Why you of all people?

“Why me?” you lifted your wide-eyed gaze, searching for an answer in the way he was staring at you. 

Why you? There are so many reasons why you but going into great detail would be pointless, his honest words should suffice.

Lips parted, he leaned toward you, erasing the gap between you two. “Because you’re the prettiest thing ever.” you felt the hint of seriousness through his slow-mouthed words, brushing against your ear as he made his way closer to you. 

His gesture caused every single doubt you held to fade away, thus removing any restraint from you. There’s no more room for overthinking, you want him too… a little too much for your own good. 

Watching him with heavy-lidded eyes, you lingered against his body, wrapping your hands around his broad shoulders. Kenpachi watched you pleased as a beaming smile bloomed all over your face, curling the corners of your lips so much that he swore they’d break any second. That’s the thing he was waiting for, the chance to place his mouth against yours while holding you close.

#kenpachi x you #bleach kenpachi #azashiro kenpachi #kenpachi x y/n #kenpachi zaraki #kenpachi x reader #bleach #bleach imagine