#just act a little freely once in a while can't you

[doki-doki-imagines]

hello hello! could i request hijikata & gintoki with a more playful s/o that likes to try and sneak up on them to give them hugs/kisses or even attempt to initiate play fighting? i HIGHLY doubt sneaking up on either of them would ever work but you've gotta keep your man on his toes right?

Gintoki Sakata:

-Why should he keep his guard up? He gets you happy and sweet in his lap without having to lift a finger; it sounds like a win-win situation for him.

-Cover him in kisses, tell him how much you’d like to suck his face, Gintoki acts all detached, but you’re making his heartbeat increase to an alarming rate.

-But Gintoki has a radar for pain in the ass (since he is one too), so the instant you are ready to jump on him to play fight, he is already hiding under Otose’s counter.

-Gintoki is in the mood to play fight only when he is in that kind of mood, and even in that case, things are good when they last little, so he’ll be fast in making you sweet and pliant under him.

Hijikata Toshiro:

-His guard is always up and when I mean always I mean that ‘till he gets in the REM phase of sleep he always has an eye open.

-It’s all Sougo's fault to say the truth.

-You give him a heart attack every time you make a move, even more in public.

-Toshiro is gonna flick you hard on the forehead, I warned you.

-Even at home he has a stick up his ass so it’s gonna be hard to have a nice reaction from him.

-Toshiro can be pretty clingy at home, so that may be the best moment to make him play fight with you; he just gets too pliant about anything you want to do with him.

-Treasure those times.

[sunshine-sunni]

I came, I saw, I liked.

—★! NSFW, MDNI, AFAB! Reader is in too deep.

part 1 here!! part 3 here!!

Just one stream was enough to captivate you, leaving your panties soaked and craving for more. The man on the screen was unlike anyone you had ever seen before, and the promise of seeing more was constantly flashing and tempting you.

Without a second thought, you stumble out of bed and rush to your purse, desperate to grab your credit card before the man's performance ends. Your hands frantically search through the velvet lining of your purse until you finally grasp onto the plastic key that will unlock GD's show for you.

You rush back to your laptop, snatching it up and quickly typing in your credit card information with a sense of desperation that surprises you. It's crazy how one man can make you act like such a hornball. But he's not like other men; there's something about him that draws you in, and it's not just his impressive size. It was the way he spoke so few words that left you dripping wet like a leaky faucet. By the time your payment goes through and the paywall disappears, the live stream is over and he's already gone. You can't believe you missed it.

Although you were disappointed, his profile was now open for your viewing pleasure. There were only a few videos available, and the dates between them were inconsistent. Some had been posted months apart, while others had nearly a year in between. He didn't upload content frequently, which left his fans eager for more and made his live streams a special treat for those who managed to catch them before he disappeared again.

You crave to hear his voice a little more, so you click on one of his latest videos. Once again, GD's face is not shown, only the lower half of his body and a long-sleeved shirt. He leans forward with a closed hand, examining a pair of delicate red panties. You can tell by the way he holds them up that he is inspecting them closely. A dark chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head in disbelief. "When I said I didn't mind receiving gifts, this was not what I had in mind, love." His words are directed towards whoever sent him their lingerie. He speaks politely, his gravelly accent resonating in the dimly lit room where he sits.

"You didn't have to, but I do appreciate it," he says with a teasing tone as he lays the fabric across his lap. His fingers playfully trail along the material, revealing a hint of desire in his actions. "Were you thinking about me when you wore these? That's not very good, getting such a beautiful pair all wet." He chuckles at the idea, and soon there is a visible bulge in his pants. GD showed no hesitation, he pulls out his thick shaft from his sweatpants, the glistening drop of precum on the tip a clear indication of how turned on he is.

In a matter of seconds, he wrapped the garments around his member, the beads of precum coating them in his sticky fluids. The lace was now stained with a darker shade of red from his essence. GD's moans and groans escaped freely from his lips, not caring who heard and knowing it only added to the enjoyment for his audience. "You naughty little thing, sending me these. Is it a turn on for you to see my cum all over them?" His words were pure filth, nothing compared to what you experienced on his livestream.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Your phone alarm startles you, and you see that it's already 10:30 PM. You know you should be asleep by now; tomorrow morning will be a nightmare if you don't get enough rest. You quickly turn off your alarm and shut down your laptop, getting ready for bed even though you feel the dampness between your legs.

Days had passed since everything happened, but the memory of GD still left you reeling. It was difficult to concentrate at work, as your mind would often drift to those videos. They seemed to constantly invade your thoughts, playing over and over again. You could almost hear his voice, whispering vulgar words that would make even a nun blush.

By the sixth day, you couldn't contain it any longer. After a long day of work, you quickly took off your pants, desperate for some sort of release from the mental torment that man had caused. Lying in bed with your laptop by your side, you clicked on a random video - anything would do, as long as he was in it.

The video was dimly lit and he wasn't in his usual spot. Instead, the camera angle was from above. On the bed lay a sex doll, only showing its waist down with visible hips, vagina, and ass. Its skin tone was similar to yours, but much more artificial and obviously made of plastic.

GD appears, and for once he was shirtless. His muscular arms are covered in intricate tattoos, and he even has a slight belly despite being in good shape. The broad expanse of his chest is proof of his fitness. The blur on his face only added to the mystery of the man who had captured your attention. You couldn't help but wonder what he looked like underneath.

He hovers over the toy, one hand engulfing his already hard cock. His fingers trace the curves and ridges of the doll's form, like a sculptor admiring his creation. "Such a pretty little pussy," he taunts devilishly, as if speaking to an invisible audience. But you know his words are meant for you, the doll a mere stand-in for your physical form in this fantasy.

What is he doing to you? You can't believe how quickly your body has responded; your hand slips under the waistband of your panties, eager to explore. Your fingers tease and caress your slick folds, already wet from anticipation. It's embarrassing how easily you get aroused, but you can't resist the urge to pleasure yourself while watching him on the screen.

He grits his teeth as the tip of his cock brushes against the entrance of the toy, letting out a sharp breath before plunging in with one forceful thrust. His hips collide with the toy's, causing his legs to tremble momentarily before he regains his balance. With both hands gripping the sides of the toy tightly, his fingers leave indentations on its surface as he moves forward relentlessly.

He's no longer gentle or teasing, but instead unleashes his hunger with unrestrained force. The man you saw on the live stream days ago is a far cry from the one in front of you now. His heavy breathing devours your thoughts, leaving you helpless. Your hand movements become more frantic, mirroring his fervent intensity. A shudder courses through you as he speaks through ragged breaths, "Fuck…you're squeezin' me so tight, dirty slag."

GD thrust ruthlessly into the toy, causing a slight bulge to swell in its plastic material. His impressive size stretched the toy to its limits, leaving a gaping hole each time he pulled back before slamming back in with a wet squelch. It was the kind of rough pleasure that could leave one sore and unable to walk the next day. GD slows down, letting out a frustrated grunt as he crawls onto the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress. He needs more pressure and better leverage to reach his peak. His large hands squeeze the toy firmly, as if trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from it.

His body stirs once more, this time with a slower and deeper thrust that hits at the core. If it were you the tip of his manhood would press against your cervix, it makes you wonder what it would feel like to have him inside you. You can see his expertise as he handles the toy, using his body like a skilled tool. A pleasurable tingle travels up your spine and you instinctively lift your hips to meet your fingers, which are now swirling delicious circles on your eager pearl.

GD's movements are precise and well-practiced, a result of countless experiences. He knows exactly what he's doing and how to bring himself to climax. If the toy in his hand were a real person, If it was you he would have you writhing under him within just three thrusts.

But you are not like him; your endurance is weak compared to his, like a small pool trying to withstand crashing waves. As your legs shake with the strain and a shattered gasp escapes your lips, you continue to stimulate yourself with determined fingers. Finally, your orgasm hits like a flood breaking through a dam, causing your walls to clench and release around nothing. Sweat beads on your skin as you take deep breaths, trying to calm down from the intense pleasure.

You take a moment to close your eyes and savor the intense pleasure coursing through your body. It was the most satisfying orgasm you’ve ever experienced, all thanks to a man whose face you’ve never seen, but whose dick is the only thing on your mind. A deep growl from the screen catches your attention and you open your eyes to watch. GD is still going strong, his stamina seemingly endless. His movements become erratic and uncoordinated as he nears his own climax. He no longer holds onto the toy, instead using his hands to support himself on the bed while he reaches orgasm. His moans are loud and intense, sending shivers down your spine as you feel them reverberate inside of you.

With a sudden burst of energy, he reaches his peak and releases thick ropes of cum inside the doll. The warm liquid fills it to the brim, and he can feel it pulsating against his skin. He pulls out, but the sensation lingers, and he continues to paint the outer skin with his spunk. The doll's previously pristine exterior is now marked by his seed and a pool of semen slowly seeping from the abused holes. His breaths come in ragged gasps as he finishes, though not quite completely spent from his intense encounter with the doll.

You couldn't look away, even as he continued with renewed energy after his earlier release. The arousing feeling in your gut resurfaced, but you were already drained, giving everything you had. You sit up and reach for the screen to close it for the night when a message from the community page catches your eye, posted by GD.

“Top Donator next stream gets a private show.”

♡! Thank you so much for all the love on my very first post! It really means alot and I couldn't be more grateful!

♡! Sorry if it seemed like Ghost wasn't talking much, I kind of see him as a more actions than words person for stuff like this! ૮₍ >﹏< ₎ა

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[officialabortive]

Let's face it, Bakugou Katsuki is an absolute child. Especially when he doesn't get what he wants.

He'd finished washing up for the night, now clad in stretched, worn out pajama shorts. Now all he needs to do is tell you it's time for bed. Having your presence beside him —enveloped in his unintentionally spine-crushingly powerful embrace— is a must. Katsuki won't have it any other way. It's his way or the highw-

"What do you mean 'you can't'!?"

"Sorry Katsuki. As much as I'd really love to head in with you, I need to finish this. Deadline 's coming up"

Katsuki just glares into nothingness for a moment, before plopping himself onto the floor next to you with a huff. Still ever so focused on the task at hand, you didn't even notice the look he was giving you. He sat slouched with crossed arms as he stared up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and lips molded into the biggest, most pathetic pout. If you had seen the state he was in, your willpower would've undoubtedly crumbled to fine dust, instantly giving in to his wants.

But you didn't. So he waited.

Katsuki remained planted in his spot on the wood flooring, expression never changing, unrelenting gaze not once averted. Determined to stay by your side until you inevitably relent.

He only lasted 20 minutes.

With the rapidly increasing ache in his spine due to his posture, and the unbearable weight of his eyelids seemingly causing the world around him to flicker, he got up. Stalking back down the hall in a state of defeat, and huffing all the while.

—

You were almost finished with your task —only needing another 10 minutes or so— when you saw Katsuki's figure fade from your peripherals.

shit

The sight instantly has you quickening your movements to the point you were frantically trying to get what your doing over with. Lips pressed together and eyebrows pinched as your pupils darted back and forth. Katsuki's always the same when you don't get into bed with him, hopefully it's not too late

—

You're too late. The blond already having conked out for the night. Hell, he had already entered REM sleep. He did it again. The petty little act that sends a clear message of 'fuck you' even while dead asleep.

Laying diagonally across the length of the bed, chest pressed down into the mattress with limbs freely splayed across the blanket. Successfully occupying the entirety of the bed's surface.

Because if don't come to bed with him, you don't come to bed at all

masterlist

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM ask: if my Kenpachi Count is correct, Gosuke Kiganjo might have been the previous captain of the 11th that Zaraki killed to get his job. Is that the case? How many problems did losing that co-conspirator cause for Aizen? And how much of a grudge did he hold for the big unkillable brute?

(With Reference to This Post and This One) It started with a pair of oranges.

---

It was Monday, November 11th, and like every November 11th, there was a ruckus coming from the 11th division. It was a faint noise largely obscured by distance and the windows that had been closed against the early winter cold, but it was still present as Now-Captain Sosuke Aizen reorganized Former Captain Hirako's office into his own.

He was luxuriating in the task. It was something he'd looked forward to for a long time- getting rid of the complex musical speakers that droned the worst assemblage of noises that apparently qualified as music, and finally installing a proper filing system in it's place was filling Aizen with a profound satisfaction that he assumed was an overture to his inevitable victory.

The way everyone was pointedly referring to him as Captain Aizen because they were trying to memorize the title tickled him a bit too. Perhaps it was vain of him to enjoy it so much but... well, the little theatrical dance of pretending to pretend he wasn't grimacing and playing up the act of Putting On A Brave Face, only for whoever was speaking to try to reassure him that everything would work out, that he was being so brave, and you don't have to do this yourself-

"Oh no, I don't think I could stand leaving it to anyone else!" He'd respond, and the whispers of how Brave and Dutiful and Humble he was slithered through the division...

...An actor can hardly be faulted for enjoying the adulation of the crowd.

"Hey Bos- uh, Captain!" A boy's voice called behind him.

Of course, it helped that Aizen had been blessed with such a stellar supporting actor.

"Can you help me?" now-Lieutenant Gin Ichimaru asked, tugging on Aizen's Haori for his attention like a normal child, something the boy had learned was enormously charming of him. "-I can't get this thing to stay on my arm." he explained, holding up Aizen's old Lieutenant's badge, the slightly oversized sleeves of his Kosode falling back to reveal his toothpick-thin arms.

"Oh dear. That' won't fit you for a few years yet, will it Gin?" Aizen smiled, patting the boys head and kneeling down, tying it one way, failing, trying another, failing again, giving an enormously defeated sigh, going over to Hira- No, HIS desk now! his desk and rifling through the drawers, and came back with a Safety Pin to hold the badge in place.

"...There!" he beamed, patting Gin's shoulder when the badge didn't slide off his scrawny arm. "-Just don't tell Yamamoto-sama!"

Aizen then turned to look over his shoulder down the hall, where no fewer than a dozen faces peeking out of doors and around corners to watch the scene, and held a finger up to his lips with a small wink. The heads vanished with small gasps, charmed chuckles and a few high-pitched teakettle-like outbursts Gin had once aptly described as "Squeeing".

Scene over and Audience satisfied, Aizen closed the figurative curtains and literal door. Suigetsu pinged softly, Illusion activating- anyone listening in wouldn't quite be able to make out the words, but walk away confident that they were only discussing Division Business.

"You're in a good mood!" Gin grinned up at him, noting Suigetsu's call and the invitation to speak freely. "Though I guess it's not a surprise. It's been a very successful week for you!"

Aizen shrugged, just a little bit smug. "I am allowed to enjoy my laurels once in a while, I think."

Gin laughed, and hopped up to sit on the desk, kicking his feet over the footwell as he fished some oranges he'd taken from the commisary out of his pockets. "Speaking of people who have had very... intense weeks, where's old blind bones?"

"Captain Tousen actually insisted on attending the 11th Division Tryouts, even though both Ukitake and Kyorako offered to go in his place so he could rest!" Aizen said, taking one orange for now and another for later- he'd like to have to work through lunch, he was now so burdened with responsibility, a fun little scene he was workshopping in the back of his head. "...I suppose the poor bastard still regards Kiganjo as his responsibility."

"Hm." Gin nodded, mouth full of orange, spiral peel on the desk beside him. Aizen nodded at the peel and pointed at the trash can behind the boy.

"Sorry, Lord Aizen. That might be-' he swallowed, and tossed the peel over his shoulder and into the bin. '-but it could also be tactical. Unohana-taicho attends every year and within arm's reach of her might be the safest place for him right now. Be a shame if he had a turn, you know?"

"It's a damn shame that Kiganjo hasn't had one." Aizen grumbled.

"Yeah I was sure the Menos invasion would be enough to do him and the Loud Idiot from the tenth in." Gin sulked. "Oh well, I suppose it's good we had a trial run- now we know we gotta really ramp up production of Menos."

"Fortune was on our side in that respect." Aizen agreed, examining his first orange for the best place to begin peeling. There was an art to it, and the practice helped maintain his skills. "Maybe fortune will smile upon us again and Kiganjo will fall to some idiot at the tryouts."

He had just found the perfect place to begin when the ambient reiatsu of the Seireitei suddenly shuddered and bowed, like he was standing inside a rubber balloon and could make out the silhouette of someone approaching with a hatpin. Aizen reflexively jammed the orange in his pocket with it's companion as his head swiveled north like an owl. The incoming sharp point of reiatsu approached at an alarming speed-

BANG!

Whatever it was met the outer wall of the Seireitei. To Aizen's Horror, did not slow down. It was however now accompanied by successive crashes that seemed to be getting closer-

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

THUNK!

Aizen ran out the door, and slid a bit on the wood floors as whatever it was suddenly flew over the 5th division and made impact deep into the relatively soft earth of the training grounds.

"What the-?" He asked glasses askew not with practiced effort but genuine bewilderment. It took a moment to recognize the massive object now embedded upside-down in the middle of the courtyard, because Aizen had only ever seen it rightside up, and firmly bolted in place. "-Is. Is that the North Gate?" he sputtered, the feeling of surprise now turning into something bordering on Genuine alarm.

"I think that's Fortune's idea of a smile." Gin winced. "We uh... We should probably hoof it to the 11th."

"What?" Aizen repeated, genuinely surprised. "Why?"

Gin pointed in the direction of the 11th, and Aizen sluggishly followed his gesture-

CRACK!!

The outburst of reiatsu was so explosive it generated it's own superbolt of lightning- though whether it was the result of ionization down from the clouds, or worse- came up from the ground, he wasn't sure.

"...Oh." He paled, then steeled himself, clenching fists and inhaling. "LISTEN UP!" he barked to be heard over the growing din of alarm. "Our first priority is to keep the city from falling to chaos until we're told otherwise! Seated officers! Each of you take a dozen men and head to the Emergency rally points! Keep civilians calm, and direct them away from the 11th! Gin, you're with me!"

"SIR! YES SIR!" the assembled Shinigami shouted, and quickly fell in as he and Gin took off with Shun-po towards the scene of the catastrophe.

"You've got speed on me Gin, go scout ahead!" He called and the boy vanished in a silver flash of light ahead of him. He could make out other approaching officers- Kuchiki, his lieutenant with the fancy sunglasses and his grandson from the sixth and Lieutenant Yamada and an emergency troop from the fourth.

Another flash- bright red-orange for the instant it was visible- and he realized Yamamoto himself had deployed to the scene.

"Why does every woman turn into a huge bitch when you ask her to smile?" Aizen groaned.

Even with Shun-po it still took him a few minutes to actually arrive, just ahead of the Kuchiki detachment, and landed beside Gin where he was standing on the roof of the 11th. "How is it?" he panted.

"You want the good news or the bad news first?" Gin grimaced as more people arrived behind them-

"Holy FUCK!" Yelped Captain Ukitake, a man who was so careful with his language he kept a division swear jar.

"What the hell made that?" Echoed Captain Kyoraku, voice trembling.

Below them, the Dueling arena in the courtyard of the 11th had been cleft in twain. As had the rest of the Courtyard. And the ground below. And the Sewers below that- even from up here he couldn't see how deep the cut went- it had to be at least a hundred feet deep, which made it... deeper than it was wide, a terrifying thought.

"Just give me the news, Gin." He said, trying to sound like a Captain in control of the situation, but his voice cracked for the first time since puberty. Aizen shuddered as he realized that all was left of Kiganjo were the splashes of red on either side of The Hole's median.

"Well uh, the good news is that the thing that made that hole was only mad at Kiganjo specifically, and has peacefully accepted the commission as Captain of the 11th." Gin explained.

"Oh thank god!" Ukitake exhaled with relief.

"...What's the Bad news?" Kyoraku asked.

"...The bad news is the The Thing That Made That Hole is now captain of the 11th." Gin winced, pointing him out in the surprisingly calm crowd. "...Also, I think he already knows Captain Unohana because he was awful polite without her threatening him at all, and unless I'm mistaken, I think he knows Tousen too."

Aizen followed Gin's lead with great alarm for the second time in under ten minutes, and barely managed to pick out Tousen's garish orange scarf in the crowd. Mostly because of the Giant man in about half of a ratty Yukata and mostly bandages was standing next to Tousen, hand on the captain's shoulder and grin so broad it was visible even from up here. The man had long, unkempt black hair that came down to the middle of his back and some kind of bundle on his shoulder.

"...I guess we go make our introductions?" Ukitake mumbled, and the other two captains shrugged, then jumped down.

Tousen's expressions were hard to read on a good day, and right now he looked so stunned he might have been hit by that lighting bolt.

"-See, I never forget a face!" The giant was saying cheerfully. "Even if it's in a pho- whatsit. The paintings that come out of a box." The giant was an ugly beast of a man, at least seven feet tall, standing barefoot, and had a strangely long and angular face, with dark, sunken eyes.

"A Photograph Ken-Chan?" the bundle asked, and Aizen realized that the thing draped over his shoulder was the little pink-haired girl Tousen had smuggled in and out of the Captain's meeting yesterday.

Uh-oh.

"Thems." The giant nodded. "You alright Kaname? You look like yer about to keel over."

"I- I'm-" he started to speak and Aizen snapped Suigetsu open to flash the assembled crowd and hopefully catch the giant in the illusion before Kaname could speak and blow the whole operation-

"-PUT THAT THING AWAY!" The Giant roared, glaring at Aizen over his shoulder ...Through an eyepatch? Aizen paused, startled.

"You look like sheep when you run up on 'em at the road at night." The Giant chuckled at him. "Keep yer panties on, it's all done and dusted."

"Really Sosuke!" Ukitake huffed, chopping him on the shoulder to make him sheathe Suigetsu again.

"My apologies for my friend, it's literally his first day on the job." Kyoraku waved apologetically. "I'm 8th Division Captain Shunsui Kyoraku, the silver fox is 13th Division Captain Jushiro Ukitake, and that's appointed-yesterday 5th Division Captain Sosuke Aizen."

"You certainly know how to make an entrance, Captain-?" Ukitake asked brightly, attempting to distract the giant from Aizen.

"Kenpachi Zaraki." The Giant leered down at them. The other eye was sunken and gaunt and an unpleasant shade of yellow as Zaraki studied them in a way that made Aizen's skin crawl, like without suigetsu's Illusion, Zaraki could somehow see him naked. Yep. That's an eyepatch... But why do I have the feeling he can see right through it? Right through me?

"My apologies, Captain Zaraki-" Aizen sputtered, closing the distance and putting his hand on Kaname's other shoulder. "-Kaname is a very dear friend of mine and it's alarming to see a stranger touching him." he explained, digging the heel of his palm into the Silence character carved into Tousen's shoulder.

Tousen made a faint clicking noise in his throat as he involuntarily swallowed the shriek of pain under the Curse's command, and nodded in agreement. There- if I can't conceal Tousen from this brute, I can at least force him to remain silent. The illusion is safe.

"...That so?" Zaraki asked, the yellow eye fixed on Aizen's hand, and Aizen let go before he realized what he was doing. What? Why am I flinching? Who is this guy?

"You've taken to your title quickly!" Aizen smiled up at him, feigning cheerful interest.

"Title Schmitle, it's been my Name since before you were a wiggle in yer Da's nutsack." Zaraki grunted.

Aizen felt his glasses slipping off his face without his permission again. I didn't think there was an expression worse than Hirako's 'since you were kickin' in your momma'...

"Ah, here's trouble- WHAT TOOK YOU ASSHOLES SO LONG?" Zaraki roared cheerfully at two men who appeared on the 11th's roof, panting and enraged.

"HI YUYU! HI BALDY!" Yachiru waved cheerfully!

"Yachiru darling! I'm so glad you're safe!" the lithe, effeminate one waved back before jumping down to meet them.

"FUCK YOU!" howled the bald, muscular one.

"FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD!" Zaraki called back, grinning as they approached. "Come look who I found-!

Fuck! Aizen suddenly realized that when he'd let go of Tousen, Zaraki had not, and was now herding him away from Aizen, his huge and terrible body between them.

"OH MY GOD! IS THAT KAKIYO'S BROTHER?" the fop shrieked with excitement, sprinting over and grabbing Kaname's hand. "Yumichika Aseyagawa- oh this is DELIGHTFUL! I've heard so much about you!"

"Holy shit! You're the guy that burned down that shitass Daimyo's compound down, right?" the bald, clownish one grinned, shaking Kaname's whole arm. "Ikkaku Maderame, it's such an honor to meet you!"

THEY KNEW KAKIYO!? FUCK!! Aizen paled.

"-Burned what down?" Kyoraku asked.

"Shut up cueball, they acquitted him." Zaraki grunted, flicking Madarame's forehead. "Speaking of- I haven't heard form Kakiyo in Donkey's years, how is she? Running one of these divisions, right?"

"Gin!" Aizen hissed, searching the crowd for his Lieutenant. "Do something!"

"...She's dead." Kaname said flatly, still dazed with the... the everything probably.

Zaraki's shock rippled through the ambient reiatsu like being dunked in cold water. There's no sign of Gin, and no way to silence Tousen-

"What? How?" Aseyagawa demanded, the other two equally horrified.

"She was murdered." Kaname's voice was small, weak and he was starting to sway- the effort of resisting the curse was about to make him collapse.

Zaraki slowly crouched down, perched on his toes so he could pull Kaname close, face to face

"Who." It wasn't a request.

With a shaking arm, Tousen pointed to the remains of the Arena.

SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK!! Aizen felt his heart racing.

"I- I'm sorry. I tried to, but- I can't- I can't I'm not strong enough-" Tousen stammered, trying to speak through the pain.

"It's alright. I am." Zaraki said, voice suddenly strangely gentle, touching his forehead to Kaname's. He sat down, pulling Kaname down with him, half in Zaraki's lap so he couldn't be easily pulled away. "Tell me the details later, ya look like yer about to drop dead. Y'all got anything he can eat?" He glared at the other captains.

Ukitake immediately produced a large bag of candy and Kyoraku a flask that smelled like you could use it's contents for eye surgery. Aizen made a show of patting his coat, and suddenly remembered the two oranges Gin had handed him earlier.

"Uh, I have these..?" Aizen offered the fruits, mentally preparing to skin Gin.

"Good to see one of you is an adult." Zaraki chuffed, taking one of the oranges and handing it to Kaname, who pointed his face at it blankly. "You don't mind if I take the other? I sprinted here from North 69 on an empty stomach."

Tousen shook his head, still silent.

"Good man, you'll be alright. Ta." Zaraki said, taking the second orange from Aizen with a nod of gratitude.

... and then casually bit halfway into it like an apple and chewed, rind and all.

Aizen stood there, dial tone echoing between his ears. Gradually he became aware his left eye was twitching.

"Did. Did you just bite straight into that orange?" Kaname frowned.

Zaraki, to Aizen's horror, swallowed. "Yeh, what's wrong with that?"

"...Nothing at all." Aizen smiled, checking out of this scene. "Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my lieutenant..." he mumbled, turning on his heel and wandering away from them.

---

Kaname felt Zaraki arch his back slightly, watching Aizen go.

"...Uh-huh." he said, smirk audible. "Alright lads, you got marchin' orders."

The other two men snapped to attention.

"Yumichika- There's a woman, beautiful and terrible as the dawn, with a coat like this 'cept it's got a four on the back. Go tell her Kaname's had a turn and whatever she says you say 'Yes Sir' and do it." he said, tugging on Kaname's haori.

"Sure, that's definitely a description I can follo- oh. Nevermind, I see what you mean!" Yumichika said, catching sight of Unohana. "On it, Boss."

"Er, It might help if I'm there to make Introductions..." Kyoraku offered, jogging after Yumichika.

"Ikkaku." he spoke as soon as Yumichika was out of earshot. "There's a man who's older than dirt who looks like he could set you on fire just lookin' at you, 'cos he can. He's got the Employee Handbook, can you go grab that?"

"...What Employee Handbook?" Ikkaku frowned. "Don't tell me you're quittin' the house? Madame won't like that."

"Madame sent me here today on purpose." Zaraki waved. "-But seein' as I just did a homicide right in front of everybody, the old man offered me a choice. Take Kiganjo's old job runnin' the 11th, or get burnt to ash right there, and I can't take care'a Yachiru if I'm charcoal."

"So... you're a shinigami Captain now?" Ikkaku asked, sounding more intrigued than anything.

"Seems so." Zaraki shrugged. "Funny thing- the Lieutenant and Third-in-command's seats are up for grabs too."

Ikkaku cackled. "Be right back, Captain!" he grinned and took off towards the center of the city.

"Oh, shit-!" Ukitake muttered, looking up from where he had been transfixed by the sight of Yachiru devouring the bag of candy. "Er- Yama-Ji can be a bit tetchy with strangers, I should probably go with him..." he winced, sprinting after apparently-Lieutenant Madarame.

Zaraki chuckled, weight shifting and turning his attention back to Kaname. "...You want some help with that, Little bat?"

Kaname nodded, too dazed to protest as Zaraki took the orange from him.

"That Aizen's a creep, ain't he?" he asked.

"Yeah! Kaname-kun told me to stay away from him, even more than I needed to stay away from Kiganjo!" Yachiru nodded, mouth still full of candy.

"Thought so." Zaraki hummed, fiddling with the orange. "You know what's great about first Impressions?"

Kaname shook his head, just relieved Zaraki was here to keep him from collapsing straight onto the pavement.

"They Stick." Zaraki said voice low and conspiratorial. "-No matter what Aizen sees me do from now on, no matter what anyone tells him, he will believe, at his core, that I'm an idiot."

-And with that, he pressed a perfectly peeled and clean segment of orange into Kaname's hand.

Kaname blinked a few times, turning the fruit over in his hands as he sluggishly connected the dots and, despite everything, slowly broke into a genuine smile.

"Kakiyo always said you were a clever bastard." Zaraki grinned, "Eat yer orange."

---

Aizen finally located Gin, hiding under the narrow gap under one of the stone storehouses in the less-used section of the 11th.

"What the HELL are you doing?" Aizen hissed at him.

"That thing ain't human." Gin whimpered. "I dunno what it is, but it ain't right."

"I agree he looks like a carcass that's too stupid to know it's dead but that's because he's a MORON." Aizen groaned, reaching under the porch and pulling the boy out by the scruff of his neck. "You should see how he eats oranges."

"I'm not kidding!" Gin pleaded, grabbing Aizen's sleeve. "He's got- I don't know, but when he looked at us? It was like he could see right through me!"

"Yes, yes-" Aizen waved. "-but even if he could, I promise, he hasn't got the brains to understand what he's seeing."

"He's gonna eat me." Gin muttered, hiding behind Aizen, peering out behind him in the general direction of courtyard.

"What's gotten into you?" Aizen huffed. "You've never been spooked before-?"

"I'm telling you!" Gin pleaded up at him, eyes very nearly open with alarm. "There's something deeply fucked up about that guy! He's dangerous! He's gonna find me and grab me and eat me!"

Aizen sighed, put his hand on Gin's shoulder, glanced around for witnesses, and finding them alone, backhanded Gin as hard as he could.

"Get ahold of yourself!" he snarled, and Gin flinched. He softened his voice, fingertips under Gin's chin, tipping his head up. "I'm sorry- it's easy to forget you're just a boy sometimes- but we can't lose our heads now, not when we've come so far. I'll deal with Zaraki, alright? I need you to keep Tousen in line- I've gotten him to shut up for now, but it's VITAL that he not speak to that brute until I've gotten him and his two clowns under The Illusion, got it?"

Gin nodded, sniffling, cheekbone turning slightly pink.

"Good boy." Aizen smirked. "I'll leave it to you then."

Gin vanished with a flash to carry out his orders, and Aizen sighed, taking off his glasses to clean them.

"-How do these things constantly get filthy?" he muttered.

"Most of the filth on glasses is the grease from the skin of the wearer. If they're constantly filthy, it may be that you're just slime." someone spoke up behind him and Aizen yelped, nearly dropping his glasses as he fumbled them onto his face.

"-Good heavens! How DO you do that?" He laughed nervously to suddenly be in close proximity to the massive frame of Yamamoto's pet third seat that he'd just assigned to the Seventh Division. No saftey pins needed to keep the Lieutenant's badge on the tree-trunk arms of Sajin Komamura.

The narrow gap in the helmet stared impassively down at him, and for the second time that morning, Aizen was struck by the feeling he was nearly being seen through.

"I didn't quite catch all that, but I did hear the sound of someone being slapped before I see you, holding your lieutenant like that, and he sprints away with a fresh bruise on his face." Komamura rumbled ominously.

"I'm quite sure I don't know what you mean." Aizen glared back.

"I'm glad to hear that. I should hope that I merely misunderstood what I saw, and that there's no cause for alarm." Komamura leaned forward, and Aizen thought there was the briefest flash of the same yellow as Zaraki's working eye in there. "-There are very few deviances the captain-general won't tolerate, but the lines in the sand do very much exist."

"Sajin-" Aizen scoffed, turning away from the menacing hulk of a shinigami. "You may be Yamamoto's Golden Boy, but you ought to mind what you go sticking your nose into, lest somebody cut it off."

There was no reply.

"Glad you underst- really?" Aizen groaned at the empty corner of the 11th Division. "How the HELL does he do that? It's like being stalked by an animal... Whatever, it's fine- Sajin still has his uses, and he'll forget it by tomorrow morning, won't he?" Aizen smirked, affectionately rubbing Suigetsu's hilt, the Zanpakuto purring at the attention.

"Now, let's go deal with that orange-mangling moron." he smiled as he stalked back into the remains of the 11th's courtyard.

[pablitogavii]

Clingyy

"Amooooor!!! Don't go!! Porfavooorrr!" Pablo was whining while laying on the bed pulling on your waist hoping you would just give in and cuddle with him.

You planed a pool night with some of the Barça Wags awhile back and now everyone was finally back at Barcelona so you decided tonight would be a great time to hang out finally.

"Cariño, I promised them! Besides, we will cuddle all night when I get back??" you say turning around and cupping his now pouting face which looked way too adorable not to kiss.

Once your lips collided he added his tongue (look at that gif hehe) deepening the kiss and pulling you on top while you moaned. You pulled away quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do right now, little devil!

"You're trying to bribe me to stay!" you say sitting up still straddling his lap and his hands squeezed your ass while he chuckled nodding his head trying to kiss you again but you pulled back making him fall back down in exaggeration. You just laughed it off and left to get changed.

Barça Boys Groupchat

pablitoo: i fucking hate when they go out alone!!

frenkie: me too! 😒

pepito: ikr! why can't we join too???

lewy: bc it's girls night😑

ferran: ngl i wanted mine to stay for a diff reason 😏

pepito: me too!

frenkie: same!

pablitoo: me too!

You wore your new red bikini looking for a dress when Pablo called your name form the room again. He was so clingy and you LOVED it secretly!

"Si?" you say peeking through the closet and he used his fingers to show you to move closer which you did giving him a full view of your bikini set.

Bikini you wore:

"You're not wearing that one when I'm not there amor!" he said pulling you close and placing his grabby hands on your hips massaging them slowly. You were slowly getting turned on whenever he would act all possessive like this.

"It's gonna be just us girls at the pool cariño.." you say sitting down on his lap letting his hands roam your body freely really much hating that you can't just stay right now.

"Hmm but I prefer to be the only one to see you in this one princesa.." he said kissing between your breasts and you had to pull away or you would melt into a puddle right there. Damn you Pablo!

"I have to go now Pablo or I'm going to be late" you say grabbing the dress quickly about to leave but his strong hands wrapped around you from behind trapping you there while his chin was resting on your shoulder.

"I'm not letting you go.." he groaned and you sighed playing with veins on his arm for a few minutes just letting his settle his craving to hold you thinking that would make him more reasonable.

"You want me to stay this badly.." you say feeling his head move against your neck as he nodded not saying anything but nuzzling closer into you as you smiled. He was so adorable when he got clingy like this.

"You do know I hate you for being this cute!, right!?" you say turning around in his arms and he just held you tighter afraid you will try to pull away but you didn't instead moving your hand underneath his t-shirt touching his strong abs.

"A..amor?" he groaned a little when your hand moved slowly lower and you smirked looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hmm you really don't want me to go...?"you say feeling his bulge against your hand and he smirks shaking his head and calling you a 'chica mala' which was always such a massive turn on..you were only his 'chica mala'.

"Fine then..let me call them and cancel" you say and he nodded starting to kiss your neck already while you dialed Mikky's number already feeling breathless. He pulled you onto the bed sitting you on his lap while you waited for an answer.

"H..hey Mikky! Sorry I can't come..ugh..t..tonight" you were struggling to talk because Pablo was already sucking on your weak spot and you were desperately trying not to moan.

"What happened sis? You feeling good?" Mikky asked and you wished you could tell her just how ;good' you were feeling right now but instead you caught your breath pushing Pablo back so he stops kissing you.

"Um..yeah! I'm fine but..Pablo..he got a fever..and so I need to stay you know" you lie seeing him smirk and move closer again whispering into your ear.

"Si..I have a fever..but only from how badly I want you right now bebé" he smirked when you hit his shoulder whispering for him to shut up while listening to what Mikky was saying on the phone.

"Well, I hope he feels better. I will see you soon! Have fun!" she said before you both hung up and you have Pablo a challenging look.

"Really!? You couldn't wait for me to lie properly..now she knows I only stayed because you can't keep your hands off me!!" you say and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling you back so that you were laying on top of him.

"You're the one who started touching my abs..and grabbing me down there preciosa" he said and you blushed kissing his lips feeling him flip you over and move in between your legs.

"I think we both can't keep our hands to ourselves, huh?" he said and you smile nodding your knowing it was definitely a good decision to stay with your clingyy boyfriend ;))

[daddyricsdoll]

Quiet ✭ George Russell

Summary: Maybe it was because you were proud, or maybe it was because he was yours. But you needed him, in more ways than one, starting in the car.

Warnings: Fingering and unprotected sex.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: This is based off of this request. I made George a little less vanilla but that's all. I can't change all of him.

He intertwined our hands as we walked out of the paddock, people interrupting our silence, begging for a photo with the brit. When we finally got to the car, George opened the door for me while whispering the sweet pet name he has always used. He closed the door and strided around the car into the driver's seat, a long sigh leaving his mouth once the door closed.

“Well today was good wasn’t it darling?” George turns and faces me. “Yeah, I think so. You did great.” He leans over and gives me a peck on my lips, which leads my hands to either side of his face and I only deepen the kiss. 

George’s hands go to my hips and try to pull my body closer, but the middle panel in the car stops his actions. It fails to make our lips part, until the realisation of our location sets in. 

We both break away with heavy breaths and look around, to our luck no spectators stood around. “Let’s get out of here.” 

George readjusts himself in seat, places both hands on the steering wheel and then starts driving us to somewhere more private. As we make our way further from the track George becomes less tense and rests his hand on my leg. 

Fingers drawing little circles on my inner thigh, and very slowly making their way higher up my dress. I act oblivious to his actions and continue staring out of the window, every once a while glaring at his travelling hand. 

The body of his fingers brush against my core and the light sensation against my clit make my back straighten and head snap to George. A smirk dancing on his face and the tips of his finger start caressing my panties before moving it to the side and running his middle finger through my drenched folds. 

My breath hitched and I widened my thighs as far as my seat would let me. George’s eyes still stuck on the road, and the car silent except for the quiet radio until one of his slender fingers slides into me and a soft moan emits from my mouth. 

George chuckles and starts pumping his finger into me more consistently and then seconds later he squeezes another finger in me. 

I move my hips in sync with his fingers, and try to keep my face as neutral as I can for passing cars. But George had other plans as he started using his palm to rub against my clit and force my lips to part, little remnants of moans and whines left my mouth and George started thrusting harder, going knuckles deep and curling his fingers. 

I start biting my finger, trying to stop myself from screaming out. “Oh come on darling, I want to hear you.” His words add another effect to me and I quickly remove my finger from my mouth finally letting my elated noises come out freely. 

“Do you think you can handle another?” I nod my head eagerly and arch my back as a yes, then feel myself being stretched as his three fingers pound into me. Hushed curses leave his full lips and simultaneously the build up of my climax has nearly reached its peak. 

The faint shifts of my hips adding friction to George perfectly striking my g spot. And just in those swift moments I cum with a whine and uncontrolled movements. 

When I calm down from my high, I look out of the window and realise we sit in front of our hotel, but the bulge in George’s pants isn’t getting any smaller. I look up at the brunette and observe the way he wraps his lips around his long fingers and sucks them with the same precision he would use in the car. 

A satisfied hum leaks from his mouth and it forces me to reach out to him, and try to heal his need. But George removes my hand and signals his head to the entrance of the hotel. “Let's go, we’ll have more freedom.” 

We both trickle out of the car and make our way into the hotel, bee lining straight to our room. Once the door closed, George ushered me to the bed while he worked the buckle of his belt. 

I slide my panties down my legs and leave them on the floor, as I go to lay on the bed. My dress still on, but pulled up to bunch against my breasts. I hear George’s light footsteps make their way closer to me and his calloused palms rests on the top of each of my thighs, spreading them wider. 

After pulling my body a little closer to his, merely hanging off the bed, George slides his tip through my folds. Teasing my entrance and forcing me to writhe my body, weak whimpers leave my mouth and then in a slow and steady push George fills me up with his whole length. 

His rosy lips part and eyelids clench together. As the brunette becomes more comfortable his thrusts become stronger. The feeling of his raw dick sliding through me, and stretching my walls impels me to clench my pussy. 

Both my legs bent at the knee, one of them nearly resting next to my face. The new position gives George access even deeper into me, concomitantly he starts stroking my clit impacting the culmination of my second release of the day.

I watch the man in front of me, eyes heavy lidded, scarcely covering his sky blue irises. His thrusts start losing their sequence and his thumb starts carelessly swiping at my clit. 

The stimulation becomes too much and the desire for him that courses through me, leaves as I release. A long wail departs my mouth and then a deep groan leaves George as well. 

He mutters a quick “Fuck” as he finishes in me, a few more sloppy thrusts and noises that bring a smile to his perfect mouth before he finally pulls out. Resulting in me feeling empty as his presence leaves for moments before he saunters back to me and starts wiping at my core. 

The place he had just filled, and satisfied. The fabric of the cloth he uses to clean me adds a sense of pleasure to my calm. But I don’t take any action to it and instead thank George, for… everything. 

He fills my inner thighs with delicate kisses and then joins me on the bed. His tousled hair splayed on the pillow beside me and his arm rests on my waist, I breathe out full of peace and a smile of content settles on my face. 

My love, mine all mine.

[sayuri-of-the-valley]

On how Crowley and Aziraphale's dynamic shifted in s2:

Okay so I was inspired by this lovely post by @rebeccasteventaylor which I couldn't find the link to in order to reblog directly, but if anyone has a link to it pls I'd love to put it here:

Anyway, while I absolutely 100% agree with @rebeccasteventaylor 's meta, I have to point out that s2 shifted it a little. Especially for Aziraphale.

We don't see him looking away trying to hide his heart eyes anymore as he used to do in s1 (we all remember the "smitten" scene, only to cite ONE). Compare the little breath of lust from the Bastille (when he looks away twice) to the "don't hesitate to ask me if you have any questions about love" one.

In s2, he touches Crowley like crazy. He touches his chest, his hand, his back, asks him to dance, gives him a whole ass cotillion ball.

He was deliberately and explicitly pursuing Crowley this season. If s1 was all Crowley pursuing Aziraphale, s2 was all Aziraphale pursuing Crowley.

And Crowley seemed to either not notice or not acknowledge that Aziraphale was doing that (the way he said Aziraphale only has 3 reasons to call him still drives me crazy. Crowley ffs those were ALL the reasons there is to call someone. He's ALWAYS thinking of calling YOU).

I think Crowley was afraid. Probably for the same reason he never told Aziraphale he was homeless. Which is sad and kinda doesn't make sense at first bc this is all Crowley has ever wanted, right?

Until we remember the last time Crowley let himself love and be loved freely, he was cast away (yes, the Fall). He lost everything bc he wasn't worthy according to some crazy criteria. Apparently he doesn't even know what he DID exactly.

I wonder if Crowley thinks he's not worthy of Aziraphale. I wonder if that's why he refused to see their love for centuries until Nina threw it at his face (Nina LITERALLY doing the Lord's work). I wonder if he's afraid of loving and letting himself be loved and then losing it again. Afraid of daring to ASK and losing everything. Again.

And Crowley wasn't *happy* this season, even with their freedom. I wonder if Aziraphale was mistakenly arriving at the conclusion that he was not enough to make Crowley happy. That him alone would never make Crowley smile the way he did when creating nebulae.

These 4 years were breathing space between the two "wars", according to Crowley himself in s1. And I think Crowley doesn't deal well with their relationship in a calm environment. He only knows how to make grand gestures, and heroic rescues, and go fast and act on impulse because then he doesn't have to THINK. Once he needs to sit down and make a commitment (telling Aziraphale he's homeless for ex), he just STOPS, he can't.

Aziraphale was the opposite. The calmness without any danger was giving him all the space he needed to act on his feelings, while the sense of danger always made him enter denial mode (which ironically seemed to be Crowley's mode in s2).

Of course they still need to put a name on what they are and stop pretending, Nina was absolutely right (and Crowley did catch up on that faster in those last 15min), maybe Aziraphale was still lacking this bit even if he was pursuing Crowley, but we can't deny that until those last 15min the "us" was coming from Aziraphale.

It's sad to realise that unconsciously, without even noticing, Crowley was rejecting Aziraphale almost the whole season.

UNTIL suddenly there's a huge problem, a desperate situation and he wants to abandon everything, take Aziraphale and run away again! (his original plan wasn't even to run away, it was to go to the Ritz). And who can blame him after what happened when he Fell? The Fall was totally unexpected, nobody even knew that could HAPPEN.

Crowley doesn't think himself worthy of Aziraphale (he's UNFORGIVABLE!), and Aziraphale doesn't think he's enough to make Crowley TRULY unashamedly happy and carefree.

And they're BOTH immensely WRONG ofc, we can all see it. They're each other's WORLD.

But they just assume stuff and never ASK, never TALK (bc well, it was literally dangerous before, I get it, their communication issues don't come from nowhere). That's why they have different perspectives on how to fix their situation in the end.

And btw I have to add we can't ignore Crowley was opening himself more too, always taking off his glasses when he was at the Bookshop for example. Ironically he was just a bit slower than Aziraphale for once. All that ofc until those last 15min, when they both change back to their old behaviours (makes me want to bang my forehead onto a wall).

I do believe they'd get there if the Metatron hadn't intervened (interesting that he chose this *exact* moment), especially after that little push from Maggie and Nina (for Crowley) and ofc brielzebub (for Aziraphale) that was gonna make them BOTH confess their feelings.

Anyway, bottom line, fuck the Metatron.

This is also a thread on Twitter :D

[tearful-bat]

yandere alphabet w! Damian Wayne

yandere!Damian Wayne x reader

word count: 1K

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? Damian isn't used to physical affection so I can't really see him giving his darling any. He’d probably show his love by buying you things and making paintings for you

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? Very - if someone was flirting with you he wouldn't be afraid of beating them to a bloody pulp or if he saw them as a real threat to your love he’d kill them

  Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? It kind of depends on how you react to him he would try to be a little kinder to you once he abducted you but if you kept trying to escape he’d hurt you and would mock your escape attempts.

  Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? If you kept defying him he’d probably do things against his darlings will other than that would generally only force you to sit beside him while he's painting, reading or working on cases because he enjoys your company

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? Damian's usually closed off with most people but since you are his darling and he’s infatuated with you he would try and be vulnerable and bare his heart to you - especially since he wants you to reciprocate his feelings. It’s canon that Damian reads Shakespeare so I imagine he’d try and bare his heart through poetic words 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? Wouldn't be afraid to hurt you if you fought back and would openly mock your attempts

  Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? Yes, is confident in his skills so he knows he can always find you when you escape but doesn't like it when you do but secretly enjoys it and watching your attempts at trying sometimes even lets you escape for the thrill of catching and punishing you

  Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? One time when he was angry and fed up with you escaping and you were running away from the manor he caught you and broke your leg

  Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? Would definitely want to marry you and probably have kids, but ultimately just want you to be there for him to comfort and nurse him

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? Absolutely, would yell at you if you got too close to someone and if someone was trying to flirt with you he would beat them bloody. In extreme cases, if someone was successfully courting you he would kill them

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? He’d try to act sweet to you, would be more soft-spoken and encourage you to do activities with him

  Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? Would buy you anything you’d want and would try to win you over with poetic gestures and his art

Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? He acts totally different around you. He's less harsh and tries to be more gentle with you

  Naughty: How would they punish their darling? Would confine you to a room, take away things that made you happy like your TV or books and if you escaped wouldn't be very gentle in how he detained and brought you back to the manor would even starve you for a day or two

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? Not many, again he's confident in his skills so he’ll let you live quite freely in the manor

  Patience: How patient are they with their darling? When he first abducts you is quite patient with you but as time goes on he gets less.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? You’d probably never be able to escape and if you died he would just bring you back with the Lazarus pit

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Not really he feels abducting you was necessary and would never let you go

  Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? Growing up in the league and being Robin not getting enough attention from Bruce he craves affection so if you give him the slightest bit of affection and you don’t judge him in how he acts he gets infatuated with you

  SPOILERS!!! (for batman rebirth 2016) after the death of Alfred, Damian craves someone to give him and nurture him and he looks towards you for that

  Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? would feel slightly bad but he feels abducting you was necessary 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? He follows his father's no kill rule so will only kill unless he has to and once he abducts you lets you live quite freely

  Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? Not much, maybe his craving for affection from his darling might be able to use that to manipulate him

  Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? Yes, deems it necessary in teaching you a lesson

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? Damian ultimately just wants you to love him. He's got daddy and mommy issues alright and just wants someone to care for him and he sees you as that person who can fulfil that so will do mostly anything to win you over

  Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? He would try to isolate you and get you to rely on him for things and manipulate you into trusting and spending time with him once he's got you in that position he would abduct you 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? Wouldn’t want to but if it was his last option he would

[akiraruru]

Call

Included: cyno, ayato, tighnari, zhongli, diluc, scaramouche/wanderer, Xiao, Aether, Kaeya, gn! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: In which they had to take a call while balls deep into you.

Content warning/s!: use of the word slut like once or twice, light spanking, degradation, praise?, modern au, lmk if I missed any.

Not proofread, possible ooc.

They picked up their phone to see who was calling and soon accepted it. You whined when they said they had to take the call, they just had to take the call. It's important! You had to muffle your moans and cries by biting into the pillow or burying your face onto it since he asked you to because he didn't want the other person to hear you :( He kept pounding into your poor little hole as he talked with the person on the other side; acting as if he isn't pounding into your tight hole. After the call ends you finally get to let go of the pillow and finally get to moan freely.

"You've been pretty quiet the whole call didn't you? Hm? How about a reward for being so obedient for me, you would like that wouldn't you. Of course you would" He says as he spanks your ass but then rubs his hand gently over the soft flesh to soothe it.

KAEYA, AYATO, Diluc(?), Zhongli(?), Aether

They heard their phone ring on the bedside table, they looked on the phone on who it is and saw an important person calling. They pushed your head into the pillow you were currently holding tightly on due to how hard they were being with you.

"Now, I want you to be an obedient little slut for me and keep fucking quiet. Okay?" They said in an almost mocking tone as they clicked the green button to accept the call, you were trying so hard not to be too loud while he kept pounding into you. How could you keep quiet when he was making you feel so good? Why did they just have to take the damn call :( You were trying so hard to be a good little slut for him. After he ended the call he pulled your hair then whispered "You weren't too loud but you weren't quiet either, do you know how loud you were? Even when your head was already pushed against the pillow. You just can't keep it down huh" they said as they snaked their hand up to grip at your neck.

CYNO, Childe/Ajax/tartaglia, Xiao, Tighnari(?) , SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER

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[jadeddangel]

Could you do some head cannons for Sundrop, Moondrop and eclipse x handler and general technician reader (preferably trans masc reader but GN is fine too)

OF COURSE NEW FRIEND!!

The drops with a Trans-Masc handler

Art is not mine

Sundrop:

As soon as you meet him he's immediately asking your Pronouns and what you wanna be addressed as

He made you a little pin with your Pronouns and preferred name

He gives you little pictures of him and the other drops that you can cut away from the paper and put in the back of a clear phone case

He gets jealous, like super easy

Oh? Your giving a kid a talk about not bullying? He's behind you waiting for you to be free

He purposefully gets dirty just so you wash him

He tries to convince you to stay in the daycare over night

Literally just a whiny baby

He crouched down when he talks to you since he's almost 10 ft tall (a little over 3 meters)

If you don't give him attention when he wants it and your in the daycare alone, he will bite you

Not even sexually just bite you to get your attention

"Oh Mr. Attendent?! Mr.attendent?" Sun called out trying to get your attention.

Your music was in your headphones and was so loud you couldn't hear him.

Next thing you know you feel teeth pinch into your arm, not hard enough to draw blood but it still hurt

"OW SUN WHAT THE FU -" "No cussing in the daycare!" Sun cut you off happily before shoving a drawing in your face "anyway! Look what I drew!!"

Yeaaaa, there was a reason your pay was so high

Moondrop:

Tried to get you to join nap time the first time he met yoy but quickly adapted to leaving you out of it

If your wearing a binder he insists you take a break with it off during naptime

He mostly just sits quietly while you do what your doing

If your drawing his eyes make the perfect light that won't wake the kids up

He doesn't really care if you cuss while the children are asleep as long as you keep your voice down

Tends to look over your shoulder when your on your phone

He doesn't struggle to get your attention since all he has to do is close his eyes and it's noticeable

Moon sighed shaking his head before closing his glowing red eyes.

You pouted "Moon I was coloring. What do you need?" You asked quietly

Moon opened his eyes. " Nap time is ending soon if you want to put your binder on," Moon reminded

Overall as long as you behave he behaves

Eclipse:

Knew all about you from what sun and moon had told him

He likes to wander around the pizza plex with you after hours

He's over 16ft don't ask me how, just take my word as gospel

He only lets you cuss if you hurt yourself if you just cuss freely he may let it go once or twice but if it gets repetitive he gives you a warning

It's not a nice warning either

"Oh dear friend, it seems like you can't keep the cussing under wraps, and although it is after hours and we are not in the daycare, remember, your words matter, and they will get you hurt if you don't stop ..... anyway!"

Be scared shitless if this man threatens you

He'll act like the warning never happened as long as you behave

But if you don't, well, I hope you have life insurance

[tired-biscuit]

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: overstimulation, cockwarming

thinking about laying on top of sukuna and him using all four of his arms to overstimulate you.

your spine is flushed against his chest, sweat making your skin sticky and hot. he's deep inside you, has been for a long while, actually; his cock a big, mighty thing that stretches you to the brink of almost unbearable pain and burns you from the inside, the flames spreading slow and languid to lick right up to your fucking womb.

two broad palms knead both of your tits, thick fingers playing with and pinching your sensitive nipples. by now, the tattoos that circle his wrists look blurry from how many tears are begining to cling to your lashes and linger at your waterline. much to his silent surprise, however, you never let them spill down your cheeks.

and that's a good thing - for you, of course. you know that he'd be simply overjoyed if you had let your tears run freely by now, after all, but that doesn't stop him from taunting and provoking you further. doesn't stop him from pushing your pathetic, humanly limits.

and fuck, his third hand has found its rightful home right between your trembling legs because of it. he's toying with your clit in his typical nonchalant fashion; acting as if you're nothing but a mere chore, as you beg and plead him like the little slut you'd sworn to yourself you'd never become for him. all whilst he's rubbing the sensitive, throbbing button of nerves in these tight little circles that make you want to claw his eyes out and end him once and for all.

and damn him, whenever he feels like you're getting too close at reaching the heavenly bliss you so shamelessly desire from a demon like him, he flicks your clit; making you jump and stutter above him like some helpless lamb - like prey. just like that, he forces you to lose the edge you so desperately want to tip over, making even more blood rush south with the fast pace of your heart.

it turns everything tender as a result. you're pissed - livid - whenever he does it, rightfully so, and yet you can't do anything about it.

his fourth hand holds you by the hip and keeps you achingly still. preventing you from slipping away from him, not letting you get off of him. he's got you locked in his own intimate little prison; its design purely him. all rich velvet and unyielding heat that turns you light-headed and dazed... and he hasn't even made you bounce on his cock yet.

instead, his lips touch your neck. sharp teeth glide across your pulse. you can't see him, but you can feel the sneer against your skin, as well as the way he tightens the embrace. and how he twitches because of your wet warmth.

escape isn't an option.

but it had never been a want either.

[crimsonhydrangeavn]

How do the LI act when jealous?

Garret is pretty skilled at hiding his emotions behind a pleasant smile. He would probably play nice and gently assert his self proclaimed claim over you by putting a hand on your shoulder or mentioning future plans you two have with each other in front of them. He handles himself pretty well in general, but if he feels as though someone is a serious threat his emotions might start cracking through his perfect little mask. Once you two were alone he'd act like normal, though he might be a bit more touchy feely and rougher until he calmed himself down. He'd NEVER admit he was jealous though, even if it was painfully obvious to everyone else.

Marcelo can be a bit childish when he's jealous. He'll drape his arm over your shoulder or put his hand on the small of your back. Physical touch comforts him and being able to touch you freely would reassure him of his place in your life. However once they're gone and you two are alone, he might start fishing for compliments and sulk a bit a little bit in an attempt to get your attention and by coddled by you.

Camilla's a bit more self aware than most of the others when it comes to her own emotions. However if she found herself becoming jealous, she'd probably ask you to talk in private and bring it up to you then and there. Now, while she might not specifically say that she's jealous, she'd mention how they're rubbing her the wrong way and she needs you to reassure her and back her up on whatever's going on. However if she can't steal you away to chat, she'll probably end up saying some pretty backhanded compliments/insults to whoever you're talking to until you have to pull her away from the situation.

Rita would give you and the person you're talking to the cold shoulder. While she knows it's childish of her, she can't help it. After all, she doesn't want to say anything that she'd regret and since nothing she would say in that moment would be even remotely nice, she'd rather just keep her mouth shut and cool off on her own terms. She'd eventually talk to you about it, however she would phrase it as something she needs to work on vs blaming you for making her jealous.

Teagan can be incredibly spiteful when jealous. In the beginning it's all playful jabs at the other person and mentioning both of your long histories with one another. But if the person didn't get the hint, Teagan would become a lot more obvious about it until it inevitably lead to a fight. They'd constantly defend themselves to you and twist the situation until you had no choice but to give in and let it go.

[thatgirl4815]

My take on the MorkDay dynamic in Ep1 is that Day liked Mork right away, even when he acted all huffy at him. It's not because he felt any sort of special connection to him, but because everyone is basically groveling at his feet for this caretaking job. The guy who started bawling is a perfect example; it's performative. They don't see Day as a whole person. But while immediately challenging the guy you are seeking employment from is not the wisest decision, it's immediate proof that Mork is not intimidated or swayed by Day's condition. Day acts like he only wants to accept Mork as his caretaker because he won't last long in the position, but he's drawn to Mork because Mork doesn't baby him.

Additionally, this scene^ is so touching and proves exactly what Aof has said about Sea being someone who can convey a lot with his eyes, even when playing a blind character. Day can't literally see Mork, but in this moment he's gotten a glimpse of who he really is. And the most compelling part of it for me isn't even The Little Prince bit (though that's definitely a poignant part of the narrative). It's here, just after Mork says he should come and get his library card himself:

It's such a look of contentment from someone being asked to go fetch something for themselves. Mork is challenging Day yet again in a way nobody else does. What to others might look like arrogance or disrespect is actually something so meaningful for Day, who seems to have prided himself so much on his own capability. Being able to see and move freely was once taken for granted, but I think we will see everyone slowly coming to terms with the fact not just verbally but internally that Day is not lesser-than because of his condition.

[beansmack2021]

Have you thought about doing "relationship sceanarios" for the hazbin characters? I've seen boyfriend/girlfriend sceanarios for fandoms on wattpad and quotev before, but that could be something that'd give you lots of different things to write 🙃

Relationship Scenarios

Alastor:

ROMANTIC

• Very sweet

• Calls you names like dearest, beloved, darling, love

• Would kill for you (and has)

• If you're hurt, he immediately sweeps you away and takes care of you himself

• Gets even redder in the face (if that's possible) if Angel gets a little too comfortable with you

• "Shoo, bug, before I squash you."

• Has ripped off a demon's arm for trying to grab your wrist on the street

• Lays awake at night, just listening to you breathe

• Knows you're a weakness, and tries to deny his feelings at first so he won't be putting you at risk, but can't push them back for any longer

• Vows to protect you for the rest of his time in hell instead

PLATONIC

• If you're younger than him, he becomes sort of like a father figure to you

• Wouldn't like letting you leave the hotel by yourself

• Won't ... gently... remind Husk of his deal in your presence (He doesn't want to subject you to seeing that)

• Hears your quiet cries and sniffles when you have nightmares and immediately comes to your bedside to comfort you

• "It's okay, little one. I'm here. Nothing can hurt you while I'm around."

• Gets nasty with anyone who even hints at you being anything less than the most important person in hell (You're the most important to him, at least)

• When you're hurt, he goes into protective dad mode

• Loses his absolute mind when he sees you crumple

• Believes you're the only person truly worthy of redemption, but doesn't want you to leave him

Husk:

ROMANTIC

• Always has your favorite drink ready for when you come to visit him at the bar

• Purrs when you're around, gets embarrassed

• Wishes he'd never made his deal with Alastor, if only so the two of you could live your afterlives freely together

• Gets angry when Alastor pulls him away if the two of you were together

• Doesn't express his love very often (he's not big into PDA) but when does, he's very genuine and sweet

PLATONIC:

• Keeps an eye on how many drinks you have a night

• Reminds you time and time again not to make deals with the Radio Demon. No matter what he could do for you, your soul isn't worth it.

• Showed you a magic trick once when you were upset to try and cheer you up

• Acts like he doesn't care, but he's a big softy.

• Has snacks that the hotel doesn't usually offer under the bar because he knows they're your favorite

• Hums songs that you sing because he can't get them out of his head

• You two occasionally dry glasses together in silence, just because you enjoy each other's presence

Sir Pentious:

ROMANTIC

• Cried when you accepted his offer to court you

• Gets annoyed when his egg boys follow you around on dates

• Welds gifts for you

• Tries to cook for you. Fails

PLATONIC

• Sometimes, you have to help him pull off some of the scales that he sheds

• Gives you a pair of old goggles because he realized that you liked his

• Asks you to fly around in his ship, teaches you how to fly it

Vox:

ROMANTIC

• Adores you, doesn't care about showing everyone on the Voxnet

• Makes sure you carry some piece of technology with you when you leave home, just in case something happens. He can get to you a lot faster if he can jump through screens. At the very least, he'd at least know where you are

• Hates Alastor, but is more worried about him doing something to you than their rivalry

• Always lets you choose what you're watching together

• Gets pissed at Valentino if he tries to make moves on you

PLATONIC

• You bought him glass cleaner as a gag gift once, only to find out you'd accidentally bought his favorite product for him

• You try to find his power button when you're mad at him

• Posts silly pictures of you. Sometimes they're cute, other times, he wants to embarrass you

• If his volume is too high when he yells, he apologizes immediately. He saw the way you'd flinch and felt awful for being the reason you'd been so nervous

Adam:

ROMANTIC

• Likes to take you out to eat. You guys live in heaven, you've got the best food you can find all around

• As much as he jokes about being the "dickmaster", he's very respectful and refrains from making jokes like that to you

• Takes you flying sometimes

• Wouldn't let you follow him into hell for extermination (you didn't need to see that)

PLATONIC

• Likes to knock out a few plates of ribs

• Suggests you two forming a band loads of times

• He makes a lot of jokes, but if they make you upset, he'll actually apologize

Lucifer:

ROMANTIC

• Worships the ground you walk on

• Kisses your hands

• Makes you a rubber ducky whenever you seem down (you have too many)

• Tries to bring you to the hotel whenever he visits Charlie

PLATONIC

• Tries to braid your hair, fails

• Thinks of you like another child

• Loudly screams he loves you from across the room, people mistake you for his lover

Angel Dust:

ROMANTIC

• The sex jokes stop when he's with you. He doesn't really care about that stuff, he cares about making the most of your time together

• You patch him up after a few rough shifts with Valentino

• He tries to become sober, if not for the hotel, then for you

• Doesn't want you to worry about him, no matter how bad he gets

PLATONIC

• Enjoys just sitting on the couch when it's the two of you

• Jokes about drugs, but would probably be disappointed if he found out you used

• Offers to put stuff on higher shelves for you

• Watches sad movies with you and cries (claims he doesn't)

Charlie:

ROMANTIC

• Loves hugs

• Will drag you outside to see the stars

• Probably cries about how beautiful you are

• Makes cards for you for every holiday

• Doesn't even breathe if you fall asleep on her shoulder

PLATONIC

• Brings you soup if you're sick

• Tries to help you grow some flowers, fails

• Helps you with your hair

• Is very sisterly

• Notices immediately when you're not in the mood for her optimism. Tones it down like 40 percent

Vaggie:

ROMANTIC

• Tries to stab Alastor for you

• You're the only person she trusts to help her trim her hair

• Steals your shirts

• When her wings come back, she takes you flying

• Tries to teach you how to use her spear

PLATONIC

• Tries to teach you Spanish

• Bandages your wounds after the extermination

• Has punched you out of instinct

• Loosens up just a little bit with you

• Tries to let her feelings out more

Rosie:

ROMANTIC

• Gives you the best part of her food every time

• Hums little tunes to you

• Eats people who make you angry

• Takes you shopping

PLATONIC

• Goes on walks through Cannibaltown with you

• Tries to get you to cut your hair like hers

• Kisses your cheeks in greeting

[38sr]

Hi! I really love the way you color, and I was wondering If you could make a tutorial about it, I of course completely understand if you Can't/don't want to do it thanks in advance If you decided to do it and have a good day/night.

Hello hello! Ooooh, a color tutorial! I've never done one before so I'm not sure if I'll be any good at it haha. But I don't mind sharing my thinking process when it comes to coloring my works. So when it comes to color, I very much have a traditional painter's approach since that's how I learned color in art college. My painting professor never allowed us to use black or white paint, we could only use other colors to create darker colors or new colors altogether. And you're probably thinking, "What the hell? That's insane." And I wouldn't blame you haha. But this approach helped me a lot to not rely on tints (colors mixed with white) and shades (colors mixed with black) when I color. For the most part, I purely thinking about value and hues when I'm coloring.

Finding the right values:

So for this drawing, I did two different takes (one with direct harsh lighting and one without). The reason why I'm showing this is because when it comes to color it's very important that your values aren't clashing with each other. When I started out, all my coloring felt flat because I was using colors with the same values so there was little to no depth. A lot of people don't realize this but color does have value!

If we put the primary colors on greyscale, you notice how each color has its own value. Blue tends to be a dark value, red has a mid to dark value , and yellow is a much lighter value. This is why if you ever look at my work, the color I use for shadows lean into blue/purple tones. You can also have warm shadows since red does have a deeper value compared to yellow. But these values are when the primary colors are at the highest saturation. What would happen if we knocked down the saturation levels?

The values start to become more similar. Since we're not always using the most saturated colors, it's important to understand the values behind the colors you'll use. Once you unlock that, you can pretty much do whatever you want with color haha. That's why I hardly ever use black or white in my digital art when mixing (also I don't mix color with a brush, I just pick from the color wheel which might be insane).

While it's not wrong to use white or black to create darker/lighter colors, color in real life doesn't always act that way. Shadows and highlights can have color. For myself, letting go of white and black has opened a world of color combinations that I didn't think of before taking my first ever traditional painting class. Now, I can freely pick colors and experiment with palettes since I've blocked out what values I need (like the image below).

Even if I'm using blending modes like in the next image, I'm always thinking about making clear value separations. If I can't understand the image in black and white, then I'll have a hard time seeing it in color.

And when you get very comfortable, you can start placing characters in different color environments and match them (which essentially is the job of a color designer in TV animation).

The right image is the official color palette for my character which already uses a lot of blue/purple for the shadows. But on the left side, she's in a night-time environment so I leaned even more into the cool colors to the point that the white T-shirt is actually a very very light purple/pink color haha.

Or like this example where the left drawing gives a more sunset/golden hour lighting while the right one is more blue hour/night time lighting. But you can read the colors clearly 'cause the values are clear to begin with. While that wasn't really a tutorial this is pretty much my thought process when I'm coloring my digital works. ^^; I very much do follow an academic approach to color theory but even then I think it's okay to break the rules. As long as you have understanding of colors' value, I think you'll be able to unlock any color style you want! I hope that answered your question and was helpful!

[kisses4tom]

ᡣ𐭩 UNCLE TOMMY

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okay so basically Bill had a child with either you or another girl, (we're going to pretend the baby is a girl named Kimberly 😉), but nevertheless Tom is an uncle and uhm yeah i think it's adorable

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He would be the cool uncle that teaches fun things

He would get her anything she wants from the toy store

Always holding her

Playing with her a lot

He would teach her bad words to piss off Bill 😭

Since him and Bill are very close, he would always be at Bill's house to help him

Would let her eat loads of candy

When Bill told him he was going to be an uncle he couldn't believe it and even if he tried to keep his cool as much as possible, it was impossible for him to hold back tears of joy for his brother

He's very careful and gentle with her

He would pick her up in weird ways and make her laugh (like upside down etc lmfao 💀)

He would tickle her a lot to hear her little laugh

His heart is always full whenever she's around

Personal babysitter

"Come to uncle Tommy, come!"

He would genuinely treat her as his own baby (kind of yk)

Role-playing all the time because she makes him 😭 (lmfao imagine him in a fairy costume that's waaay too small for him 😭 GIRL BYE I WOULD MARRY HIM)

I feel like he would call her "bro" or "dude" at times whenever she does something unexpected or unhinged 😭 (lmfao she's a babyyy)

Always pushing her stroller or carrying her on his shoulders

He would organize Carnival nights with the whole family and take her to as many rides as she wants

He would win prizes to give her

if you're dating Tom, he would ask her if she wants you as her auntie and if she accepts you as his wife 🥹

He would kneel down to talk to her (😩 have my babies)

He would get into play fights with her at the dinner table 😭

Whenever Bill is dropping her off at his house, he would run to the car and get her out of the car seat himself. "come here! uncle Tommy missed youuu!"

He would play guitar for her and when she was younger he would play little lullabies

He could go crazy over that baby's cuteness

He would take her baths every once in a while and put fun toys in the tub

He would take her to the park a lot to get her tired for nap time

The first time he met her it was like love at first sight for him even if he didn't quite know how to act out of shock and confusion (his mind was like foggy idrk how to explain it)

When she's older he would start being more himself (so talk about things freely and make dirty jokes all the time)

I feel like he would try his best to let the baby's first word be "uncle Tom" 😭

He's the overprotective uncle

He loves having her around

Having her around makes him wish he had a child (NO WORRIES BABE COME HERE)

He would be so sweet and cuteeee 😭 I can't guys I'm ovulating sorry 😭

I feel like he would love to play with the toy kitchen for some reason 💀

He would let her do his hair but not his make-up

Kiss attacks when he gets the chance

He's always at Bill's house just to hang with her

"Bill I swear she looks more like me than you"

They have a great bond

When she's older it won't stop him from taking her to places or spoil her

He loves when she's at their concerts

He claims to be the best uncle in the world, and that she's lucky to have him as one

At lunch/dinner he would always sit next to her

At the table he would teach her funny slangs or words

He would make her try to eat a lemon

He'd go down the slide with her 😭

You get the vision right? 🥹🫶🏻