You come home from work, weary and drained. Any shred of patience you had has been decimated by a bullshit, mid-shift parking ticket. You're irate, and you think, "now I have to go back home to my soon to be ex and his new partner." Instead as you walk to the door you see a note on your doorstep.
"Hello, Imzadi.
I paid the two of them to leave and get a hotel. Come inside, there's a glass of wine, a warm bath, and your favorite show is on. Go. Relax. Put your phone on the table. No one out there is as important as the Bee reading this letter.
When you're done, I've picked out some clothes for you to wear. Put them on and come back into the living room. I'll be waiting...
Your eternal, cosmic love"
You walk inside to find a remarkably spotless home. Absolutely no clutter, dishes, trash. Not a responsibility in sight. And the part of you that refuses to give into the relaxation is really looking too. The only thing you see is a floor littered with sunflower petals and little LED candles illuminating an otherwise dimly sunlit living space. Following the trail of petals you find yourself in the bathroom with literally everything you could want in a self care night prepared in it's entirety for you in advance. So you get to work doing as you're told. You can be so obedient for me. You get undressed and start soaking in the specifically crafted bath soak made for you and you alone. (I know how sensitive your skin can be, that's why I'll take care of it for you) Once you find yourself settled, halfway through the wine glass and not even 10 minutes into your soak. I come in quietly and put a cooling mask over your eyes, a stark but welcome contrast to the warmth of the bath, refreshing even. You hear me rustle about for a moment, a smile spreading across your face silently moving your legs to accommodate me joining you in the tub. But I don't. Instead you feel something on your shoulder, my hand starts to wash your shoulders and chest. I take my time in thoroughly washing your body before giving you a kiss on the forehead before leaving without having said a word. There was no need. You knew exactly what I would do, and I know exactly what you need.
When you finish your self care you get dressed and come into the living room to.....
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I get sad thinking about how during ichigo and grimmjows fight in hm. Particularly the moment when he see sees orihime's terrified reaction to his mask. I think he considered her previous trauma with acid wire ofc, but how must he have felt when orihime looked at him like that? She was the girl who managed to make friends with everyone and empathized so deeply with even her enemies, let alone her closer friends. And she was looking at him, completely frozen with fear, and he hated being the source of it. It just makes my feelers hurt so bad for some reason :(
i think the great thing about this fight is that it lets you empathize with both ichigo and orihime without diminishing either of their feelings, which is just. good writing. i'd go so far as to say this fight is also superb because of how it manages to address many overarching themes at once: a) ichigo's human-hollow struggle that keeps rearing its head every now and then b) orihime's complicated relationship with violence c) grimmjow's twisted desire to feel validated by ichigo, who he sees as his own mirror d) ichigo & orihime's long-term struggle to cross the chasm that separates them and meet in the middle.
a lot of people focus on orihime's fear here, but the truth is, ichigo himself was afraid of his hollow and was NOT confident about his ability to control it. when he tells orihime not to be afraid without his mask on, he looks at her and smiles. with the mask, he doesn't even make eye contact. when he accidentally does make eye contact later on in the fight, it crushes him, and the beauty of this fight is that it's all carried out through body language. his heart sinks, and so does yours, if you're invested in the fight. ichigo's entire arc so far has been about mastering this side of himself that he's desperately afraid of losing to, and now the person he's protecting is afraid of him, too. he begins doubting himself: what if grimmjow is right? what if he really did just come here to fight?
if you look at orihime's side of things, she's not wrong either. orihime's entire arc was about self-doubt at this time. she was never really sure of her worth to others, so how could she be sure that ichigo, who's reiatsu is rougher and darker than usual (just like her dead brother) was fighting for her? she does eventually realize her effect on him with a little help from nel. but in the end, nel's testimony doesn't matter much either because orihime realizes she would love ichigo even if he wasn't fighting for her. she just doesn't want him to get hurt.
lucky for us, grimmjow isn't right and it's obvious that ichigo did indeed come to fight him—if only to protect everyone and take orihime back home. fighting is ichigo's means to an end. his reaction to orihime is our indicator of that. the great thing about this fight is what it tells us—that if ichigo was this affected by orihime's face, then it means he truly didn't come here just to fight. that nel's cheers did nothing to grab ichigo's attention, but orihime's first broken whisper did. that having orihime nearby reminds him of what he's fighting for, which is something that literally saves his human life when he's in vasto lorde form. he left his heart with her, just as she did with him before she left. if we began this journey with rangiku saying ichigo needs orihime, this arc shows us how. this fight shows us how. yes, orihime's fear caused him some pain, but none of us can deny how cocky he got when she cheered for him, either, so it goes both ways :D
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Don't mind me, just admiring - Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley
I'm such a simp for this man
hope you enjoy this imagine tho :)
your name: Adeline Riley
relationship status: married
your role in the military: army nurse
you were sent by soap to fetch your husband for a meeting with captain prince regarding his next upcoming mission but when you finally found him, you suddenly forgot what you were meant to do....
warning : splashes of spice
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your footsteps echoed as they they tread through the halls of 141 military base, hadn't it been fortified with heavy security, the sound would have creeped you out.
You had been sent to go find your husband but so far, you had no luck finding him.
you checked his /your room.
you checked the control centre.
you checked the bathrooms (you have no idea why either)
finally you checked the gym and there he was, but what you saw made your heart lurch in your chest and stop in your tracks.
He was shirtless.
he was shirtless whilst working out.
You knew that your husband was an attractive man with impeccable muscles but he never ceased to amaze how amazing he looked with his inhuman.
Completely forgetting your task, you leaned against the door frame and, like a stalker, you watched him work out. Your eyes trailed over his figure as he was doing pull ups, your eyes zeroed in on his arms, watching as his biceps contracted when he pulled himself up over and over again.
Your eyes then paid attention to his abs, you are practically salivating when you take notice of how hard and defined they are, especially now that they are glistening with sweat. Your eyes then trailed down to the v-line that was diving down into his sweatpants.
you stared hungrily at that line, knowing exactly that what it leads to has made you go stupid and lose your ability to walk so many times.
Your knees buckle at the memory of all the times he had taken you roughly and of course all the times he was gentle with you. Your core begins to flood with heat as the memories of you two in throes of passion reappears like previews in a cinema.
but that wasnt all.
your eyes went to his hands and noticed how he was gripping the bar tightly, so tight that his knuckles were turning white. Another memory resurfaced, the memory of him pinning you to the wall with one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. You had been a bit of a brat that day.....
lastly, the grunting. oh dear god the grunting and groaning noises he made made sparks of excitement travel down your spine. His deep and commanding voice, especially with that fucking british accent, never failed to bring you to your knees.
now you're knees definitely buckled and you had to catch yourself before you fell over and made a fool of yourself. Unfortunately, you accidentally pushed the door and you heard how the hinges creaked loudly.
you cringed.
"way to go adeline, that was executed to perfection" you whispered to yourself, scolding yourself.
Ghost stops what he is doing as he hears the commotion and his eyes immediately move to where you were. He relaxed once he confirmed no one had snuck into the base.
He lets a grin grow on his face.
"Darling, what are you doing here?" he asked teasingly.
your face flushed red and blushed hard as the realisation of being caught set in and you desperately looked for a believable excuse, "oh you know, just out on a walk?" that came out as a question than a statement
you mentally face palmed at your own stupidity. You could've just told him why you actually came.
he grips your chin and draws you closer to him, "is that so?" he teased, loving the effect he had on you, even after 2 years of marriage.
your heart thunders in his chest at the intensity in his eyes and your breathing picks up a little, "well uh no, I was sent here actually, yeah you have a meeting to attend with about your mission" you stuttered out nervously.
he smiled and moved his hand to cup your cheek, stroking it softly, "why didn't you say so love?" he knew exactly why.
you laugh at him and playfully slap his chest, " ha ha you're so very funny"
without warning, he grabbed your wrist, spun you around, grabbed your other wrist and pinned them to your back, keeping them in place with one hand whilst the other snaked its way around your chest and your back met his chest.
you feel his lips gently bite the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "try that again my love I dare you" his warm breath hit your ear, making you shiver once more.
suddenly, you're fully aware that his body is pressed right against yours, allowing you to feel every crevice of muscular body and it was sending your hormones into a frenzy of lust and desire.
But you had to press pause on that.
"baby your meeting, captain price needs you to attend it" you whisper breathlessly, pulling whatever will power you have left... which really wasn't much but the resemblance of grains of sand.
travelling from your ear to your neck, he peppers your skin with soft kisses and leaving small bites as he goes. You tilt your head, allowing him more access as you humed at his touch.
Suddenly, he stops.
"well then lets get going, I'd hate to piss off my captain" he said teasingly and grabbed your hand to lead you out the door but paused and turned to look at you with hardened eyes.
"make no mistake my sweet adeline, we will continue this later. And don't think I didn't notice your presence from the start"
"wait what?!"
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little bit shorter than I intended but oh well
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“The gloomy girl washed over the places she was touched,
the aching sensation down there he had thrust,
the sloppy, disgusting noises of ‘pleasure’ from her; he had trust,
for she’d keep up with this act
even if she didn’t like any of it, and she’d prolong to wait until he’d retract.
She’d close her eyes and gulp down the disgust,
dig cavity into her own trust,
cry out and adjust,
She’d pray to one day associate love with lust; just as easily others were able to ardor this sullen thirst.
Nonetheless, he’ll only continue his quest,
a prideful smirk as all he’d see was her ‘enjoyment’ expressed
and never
her silent repentance as she subsequently dressed.
He loves her, so he invades.
She loved him so she lays.
He’d take her whenever he wanted, and She’d take it whenever he needed.”
— Tomie Yamazaki, Unanswered Lust, 2024.
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