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In Ink, Unsaid - Knight!Leon Kennedy/Reader

Your knight is appointed to tutor you, and he falls asleep during your lesson. It leads to a cute interaction involving his hair.

hell yeah finally got this out!! this one's a lot longer than the first part, i pray it ain't too wordy LOL. once again art by me and hope y'all enjoy!!

Historical inaccuracies, I suck at old-timey speak, reader referred to as "my lady" but no other gendered terms or descriptors besides that, no use of Y/N, mutual pining, almost a Leon character study. It's a little more romantic this time.

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You don't think you've ever seen Leon make a mistake. It unsettles you a little, how much composure and perfection he seems to uphold. You tend to watch him a lot because of it, growing a strange compulsion to always have your eyes on him.

Whenever you see him through a window while passing by, the sight of him slows you down a bit before you continue on your way. Whenever he walks past the room you're in, your eyes dart to his figure on impulse, trying to take in as much information as you can before he's out of your sight. Leon walks too fast, you find yourself thinking a lot.

Paradoxically, when you're close enough to actually see his face, you find yourself unable to look at him. You try to, but he's already staring at you, and he never looks away first, so you do. Whenever you look at him, his eyebrows raise slightly, like he thinks you want something from him when you do. The pressure from it is surprisingly crushing, so you simply cannot imagine holding eye contact with Leon for more than two seconds.

This strange fascination of yours with your new knight has materialized itself in the form of behaviors that might align themselves with a stalker's. You've drunken in all the little details about him. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, the dent in his left vambrace, since he tends to guard his body with that arm, and the moles on his knuckles. Since you can't look at his face when he's actually near you, you've taken to staring at his hands or his feet. He rarely ever shifts his weight between each leg, even if he's been standing for a long time. It makes you more conscious of how you carry yourself... Speaking of posture, he tends to tilt his head to the right slightly when he rests.

Rest and any of its synonyms are words you'd rarely use to describe anything related to Leon. The most you'd seen him do something as relaxed as resting, was that night he sat by your bed till the thunderstorm passed.

So how do you know his habits when he rests? Shockingly, he's doing it right now, in front of you, during your first tutoring session together.

His eyes were rather bloodshot and dull when he entered the library, a feigned intensity in them like he was trying to convince himself he wasn't tired. He knows you notice, but you don't ask about it, and he seems to be glad you did.

"...This arrangement is rather unorthodox, is it not?" You ask as he sits down across from you.

Leon puffs out a little breath, not enough to be a sigh, but noticeable enough. You are unsure if it is out of annoyance.

"I suppose so, my lady, but your mother was the one who appointed me to tutor you today."

You frown a little. It's not like you disliked Leon at all, but you tend to find him a little too... tense to be around. He seems so structured and confident and it makes you afraid to make mistakes around him... Besides that, he's got a really intense stare that doesn't fare well with your nervous composition.

"...Do you dislike having me as your tutor, my lady?" He queries, the faintest hint of doubt and dejection in his voice.

"I–" You try to start, but he cuts you off, "It's not meant to be taken in any personal manner, my lady, but..." He takes in a sharp inhale, realizing he interrupted you and maybe stepped over a line. Leon pauses and watches you carefully, waiting to see if your expression will contort or if you'll start to reprimand him.

...You just avert your eyes, so he continues.

"Perhaps you'd fare better with someone you were more comfortable with... my lady."

You bite the inside of your cheek. "I'm rather alright, Sir Leon. I apologize for complaining."

"Forgive me for pushing, my lady, but you always feel rather tense around me. Is that for any particular reason? Perhaps I could help."

"I, uh..." Your gaze falls to your lap, "I'm just not sure why mother chose you. Your schedule is rather full as it is, is it not, Sir Leon?"

"Well, I can promise you I'm very well-educated, my lady." He says, but as he observes, it doesn't do much to soothe your nerves.

"...Spending more time with you is always a pleasure to me, my lady. I promise that to you too."

That wrinkle between your eyebrows soften, and your shoulders drop.

Leon does surprisingly well as a tutor. You suppose it's because of his rugged impression that you thought the opposite, but even the way he speaks is well-constructed and seems to have been planned in advance.

If your mother had never appointed Leon as your tutor today, you'd never have really noticed how calming his voice can be. Whenever he's spoken, it always sounded like a command, even if he's trying his best to be respectful. His voice usually comes off too strong, too deep in his chest, too loud sometimes, too much authority. Usually you tend to shrink in your skin a little whenever he speaks, but now, he sounds so relaxed that you feel like he could lull you to sleep at any moment.

Ah– it seems he's beat you to the chase, though.

It took you a little too long to notice, but Leon has fallen asleep in front of you, cheek resting against his right fist and his left hand still resting on the book's page.

You freeze up, not wanting to do anything that'd wake him up. You understand that a tutor falling asleep in front of a student would be highly inappropriate, but you still felt that it would be rude to wake him. Is he a light sleeper? You wonder how exhausted he must be to fall asleep in such an uncomfortable situation, and it makes your heart ache.

He's breathing lightly, you wait a bit, see if he'll wake up on his own. Maybe it's just your own excuse to watch him while you can.

His eyelashes are a lot longer than you thought, and you don't think you've ever seen him without that crease between his brows, and an almost-scowl on his lips. Leon's hair was of a color and style that confused you. Some days it felt brown, sometimes it was blond, or something in between. You've convinced yourself it depended on his mood or the weather. As for the length... the fringe always seemed to obscure his eyes slightly, so you've always wondered why he didn't just cut it. Especially when he wears his helmet, and he makes a bit of a fuss when his bangs get pinned underneath his visor.

Unconsciously, you've been reaching forward to brush away the strand of hair hanging in front of his nose, hoping to get a better look of his face.

Leon's eyes flutter open, his pupils adjusting to the light before they dilate as they settle on you. Your arm flinches back to your side.

He mumbles your name, intimately, no honorifics or titles, and your face warms.

"I– Leon– Sir Leon, hello," You breathe out shakily, "You fell asleep."

The message takes a few seconds to reach his just-woken-up brain, before his eyes widen and he immediately sits up properly.

Words come spilling out of his mouth, this is the first time you've seen him stutter. "I'm so sorry– I'm incredibly sorry, my lady, I apologize for my inappropriate behavior, I don't know why I dared to do such a thing, and why I keep making mistakes today–"

"Leon."

He bites on his tongue and his eyes are slightly wide as he stares at you.

"...It's alright, I promise."

The tips of his ears are a bright red, and that same flush seems to be creeping up from under his shirt collar to his neck. He takes in a few deep breaths, and he looks unsure. This is the second time you've seen him wear this look now. He takes in a deep breath.

"I... I apologize, my lady." He bows his head towards you. The roots of his hair were a deeper brown compared to the rest of his locks. You wonder if he's not even a real blond. Perhaps hours of staying under the sun lightened his hair.

You space out staring at him, and Leon straightens his neck. He can't recall maintaining eye contact with you for this long, and it makes his abdomen feel warm, even if he knows you're not really all there.

"My lady?"

You finally blink, and at the realization your blank-eyed gaze settled on him, your eyes widen and you immediately look elsewhere. You decide to rest your sight on his hands.

"Is there something wrong with my hair?" His fingers twitch, slightly restless.

"I... What makes you say that, Sir Leon?"

"You've been eyeing the top of my head for a while. I felt your hand near my face while I was waking up, as well, my lady."

Your heart skips a beat, and the way your blink catches for a second and the way you seem to choke on your spit isn't missed by the knight-now-tutor across from you.

"I-It's quite alright, my lady." He rushes out, his heart dropping at that look on your face. He's not even sure what's "alright", but he just wanted to offer you any bit of comfort so things don't escalate, in the fear he was too forward with confronting you.

He remembers the musings of his fellow knights about his hair, about how could he see with all that bother, how it could get in the way during combat, or how it just looked a little funny. Truth be told, his hair was the result of continuously forgetting to go get a haircut because he fixated so much on work, but now he keeps it out of spite. Leon insists he can do perfectly fine to anyone who says otherwise, but if it's you...

Leon breathes in slightly, and his hands move away from your line of vision. You follow them, and he's pushing his fringe back as much as he can. He's trying to tuck it behind his ears, and it almost makes you laugh, how gentle the gesture is, then you realize how beautiful he actually looks. Your cheeks warm, and you cannot look away.

"Is this better, my lady?" He asks, strangely demure in his demeanor.

You chuckle, and his heart soars at the noise, "You missed a spot." you comment, before your hand raises for a second, nearing his face.

"Ah– May I?"

"Of course, my lady." The devotion leaking from his voice is punctuated by the mole on his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

Your fingers are slightly shaky as they clear the few strands of hair he couldn't pin back. The pads of your fingers graze his forehead, and he takes in a sharp breath. Physical contact between you two was relegated to holding onto his hand when he assisted you, and nothing more, so he wasn't a stranger to it. So he can't really understand why such a tiny act has such an effect on him.

You sit back, properly look at him, and smile. He feels slightly shy under your scrutiny, but he hopes you find him good-looking at the very least. He does have the face to pull off shorter hair, but something about it felt like you were seeing him naked. He felt under-decorated without his fussy hair.

"Mm... I think you look best just as you are."

Leon breathes out a little laugh accompanied by the toothiest smile you've seen on him thus far, which really isn't much, but it comes off just as endearing. The bags under his eyes seem to disappear as his eyes turn into happy crescents. Adoration is dancing around in his pale blue irises, and in the reflection of his dilated pupils, it's only you.

"Thank you, my lady... It makes me happy to hear that."

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bupia · 6 months

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Could I possibly get some writing on how the Cardinal would react to coming home from his office cause he forgot his red biretta only to find you waiting on the sofa for him in your best lace lingerie 😳

(I may or may not have hidden his biretta to give him a reason to come back😏)

I love your writing so much! Can’t wait to read the new chapter of bloodlust.

THE CARDINAL'S BIRETTA

If you ask, you shall receive! (even when I take a long time to write, it was kinktober's fault! and the end of Bloodlust + my new series, Serendipity)

BUT LISTEN! You can't come at me with this and expect me to write it as a headcannon, so, you'll get a short (but full) story.

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Cardinal Copia x Female Reader: teasing; dirty talk; Italian swearing; swearing; oral sex: f-m; m-f; cunnilingus; fingering; unprotected sex; breeding)

You were acutely aware of your actions, fully cognizant of the consequences they might bear. The nights you shared with Cardinal Copia in your private quarters were never quite what you desired. That because, each morning, without fail, he would rouse from his slumber and begin to don his attire at a pace you could hardly match. It was as if he were in a perpetual hurry. Perhaps he was, as he couldn't be seen in your quarters.

But there was a familiar routine to this morning ritual. He would always inadvertently leave something behind, a reason to halt his departure and have a brief exchange before he disappeared. Today, however, you had decided that enough was enough. You yearned for a change in this tiresome pattern.

As he started to gather his belongings and make his way to the door, you couldn't contain the impulse any longer. This time, you would not let him slip away so easily. It was time to assert your desires. You wanted him to return, to stay a little longer, and to find his way back to your bed in one way or another.

Two hasty yet hesitant knocks on the door signaled his arrival, a rhythm only he could muster. Your heart quickened with anticipation as you recognized that distinct sound, knowing that it could only be him. You had been prepared for this moment, awaiting it with bated breath, and now it was finally here.

He knocked again, and you took your time responding, letting him wait outside your door. With a deliberate calmness, you selected one of your silk robes and slipped it on, cinching the belt snugly around your waist. Beneath the robe, you had concealed one of your most exquisite and alluring lace lingerie sets. It had been stowed away for a special occasion, and you couldn't help but feel that coaxing Copia back into bed constituted precisely such an special occasion.

As you made your way to the couch, a subtle, knowing smile danced across your lips. You were determined not to let your excitement show too soon. Before you said something and allowed him entry, you paused, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

"Come in!" you called out, your voice tinged with a hint of sultriness.

With a quick twist, he opened the door, revealing him standing on the other side. His heaving breaths and the sense of urgency in his presence suggested he might have rushed all the way from his office to your quarters. But you didn't utter a word; instead, you let him enter the room with brisk, determined steps. Your lower lip was caught between your teeth, a subtle signal of your inner desires, as he efficiently closed the door behind him.

"Car-" you began to say, laying down, but before you could complete the word, he swiftly interjected, his restless energy propelling him around your quarters.

"Amore, where is it? Did I leave it here? Per favore, tell me where is it, did you see it?" Copia's voice was filled with urgency as he continued his relentless search around the room.

You tilted your head, puzzled by his frantic behavior, and asked, "Did I see... what?"

"My biretta, amore, my biretta!" He exclaimed, dropping to his knees beside your bed and peering beneath it. "I had it with me when I came here yesterday, sì? You remember?"

"Cardinal... I don't know what you're talking about," you sighed, feigning innocence.

But the truth was far from your feigned ignorance. You knew precisely what he was referring to, for his biretta had gone missing due to your deliberate actions. You had hidden it with care and intention, ensuring that it remained out of his sight.

Copia rose from his knees, frustration etched across his features, and he resumed his frantic search throughout your room, unaware of your secret games.

"Amore, I really need it! Per favore, try to remember," he implored with a hint of desperation in his voice.

"I'm trying, Copia!" you responded, putting on a convincing act as you worked on the belt of your silk robe, leaving it open on your body. "I can't remember, everything happened so quickly yesterday. In a matter of minutes, our clothes were scattered on the floor. Your desire was so overwhelming that it left me no time to think. You fucked me so good last night..." You sighed, biting your lower lip sensuously. "So good..."

"Amore..." Copia sighed, his urgency undiminished. "Not now, I really need-"

As he began to speak, turning toward your direction, his words were abruptly stifled in his throat. His lips parted, but no words escaped as his gaze fell upon you, reclined on the couch, draped in your alluring lace lingerie. His eyes roamed your figure from top to bottom, transfixed by the sight before him. Sensing his speechlessness, you rose gracefully from the couch, leaving your silk robe behind as you walked in his direction.

"I'm sorry," you said, closing the distance between you and placing your hands gently on his face, cupping his cheeks. "I'm sure we will find it, okay?" Your words were soothing, but your hidden secret added a touch of wickedness to the moment.

He nodded in response to your assurance, and you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. His small smile indicated his appreciation for your comforting gesture. Your hands, which had been cupping his cheeks, gracefully slid down to his chest.

"Don't you have any other one to wear?" you inquired softly, your fingers gently caressing his chest.

"I do, but I can't just go back to my chambers to get it now," he replied with a hint of frustration.

"Too far?" you asked, leaning in once more and bestowing another gentle kiss upon his lips.

He nodded, and his hands found their place on the sides of your body. "I can't afford to lose them like that, amore. That's why I need to find it or remember where I left it."

"I have faith that you'll find it, my Cardinal," you pouted, your gaze locked with his as your hands ventured from his chest to his belly, creating a palpable sense of anticipation in the air.

"Amore mio..." His voice quivered with desire.

"Hm? Yes?" you purred, letting your fingers trace tantalizing circles on his belly, relishing the shivers that coursed through him.

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh!" You looked down at your own attire, feigning innocence. "Did you like it? I was just getting dressed, and I felt like wearing this today." Your eyes locked onto his, and you could feel his grip tightening as his hands ventured down to your hips.

"Why have I never seen it before?"

"They are new!" You pulled away from his embrace, turning your back to him. "Here, take a look. Does it suit me?"

Copia remained silent, his eyes glued to your backside as he continued to hold you, his desire evident in the intensity of his gaze. You couldn't resist a mischievous smile, savoring the effect your appearance had on him. Your hands slid sensually to the waistbands of your panties, adjusting them with deliberate care before you turned back to face him.

"We will find your biretta," you reassured him, your fingers reaching up to tilt his chin, making him meet your eyes. "Okay?"

He nodded, still unable to utter a single word, his parted lips evidence of his speechlessness. Leaning in, you planted a soft, teasing kiss on his cheek before gently prying his hands from your hips.

"Did you already check under the bed?" you inquired, a mischievous giggle escaping your lips.

He nodded once more, and you couldn't help but find his inability to speak rather endearing.

"Let me take a look," you purred in a sensual whisper, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him. Your eyes remained locked onto his, creating an electrifying connection as you teased him with your movements.

You gracefully descended to your knees, your body positioning itself on all fours as you turned your backside toward him. With a slow, sensuous movement, you lowered your torso to the floor, your eyes locked onto the space beneath the bed. Your hand reached out to pull up the sheets, creating the illusion of an innocent search for the missing biretta.

"I can't see it here," you sighed, your voice laced with feigned disappointment. "I think it must be somewhere else." As you started to rise from the floor, you suggested, "Maybe we should look in another place?" Turning to face him, you wore the mask of innocence, concealing your true intentions.

But before you could take another step, Copia's movements were swift and decisive. He reached out and pulled you closer, his grip firm on your waist as he pressed your body tightly against his. In an instant, his lips captured yours in a hungry, urgent kiss, causing your eyes to widen before slowly fluttering closed as you yielded to the fervor of his desire.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him nearer, and his hands, now brimming with desire, sought out the clasp of your bra. Fingers worked deftly to unclasp it, all the while he continued to kiss you with a passion that left no room for hesitation.

His fingers, though somewhat clumsy, fumbled with the clasp of your bra, and you couldn't help but let out a playful giggle between kisses. Your hands slipped behind your body, expertly unfastening your bra, and then returned to his shoulders, your arms encircling his neck.

A contented sigh escaped Copia's lips as his hands caressed the spot on your back where your bra had been, and then slowly ventured lower to your lower back. His fingers dipped beneath the waistbands of your panties, and you felt the delightful sensation of his hands on your ass, pulling you even closer to him.

Your gasps and moans escaped your lips as his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned even more as he squeezed your backside. His hands left your backside and pulled you closer to him, and your lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. With a tilt of your head, you encouraged him to open his mouth wider, allowing your tongues to entwine in a sensual dance. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly, and it was his turn to moan in response to your touch. Copia's heavy breathing filled the room as the kiss continued.

"Amore..." he whispered against your lips.

He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and you pulled back, taking a seat on the bed in front of him. Your hands went from his fascia and your eyes remained locked on him as he approached, stopping right in front of you. Your gaze slowly traveled over every inch of his body before locking onto the prominent bulge beneath his cassock.

"Oh... Already, Cardinal?" you purred.

Copia's cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red at your words, and he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sensuality of the moment. His hand came to rest on your face, tenderly caressing it as you inched your face closer to the noticeable bulge beneath his cassock.

As your lips brushed over the concealed hardness, he threw his head back and let out a soft sigh, his eyes tightly closed. You closed your own eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation, and began to place a trail of kisses along the hidden length. With your hands, you positioned yourself on either side of his hardened outline, caressing it slowly and gently.

"Don't... Don't tempt... me..." he managed to breathe out, his voice heavy with desire.

You opened your eyes, pulling your face back to. "I thought that our church of sins praised temptations," you teased, your words a sultry invitation.

"Mmm..." he moaned softly, opening his eyes. "It sure does, amore."

His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto yours as he grinned mischievously, and his white eye glistened with a palpable lust. Your lower lip was caught between your teeth as you reclined on the bed, supporting your body on your elbows.

"Take it off, Cardinal..." you whispered, raising your leg and resting your foot on his thigh, under his cassock. "Take it all off and come to bed with me, let me tempt you..." your words were a seductive plea.

Copia wasted no time in removing his mosetta and fascia, swiftly discarding his outer garments as you watched with anticipation. The sight of him undressing before you never failed to please you, and you couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction as his clothes cascaded to the floor, just like the previous night.

You sat up, positioning yourself in front of him as he began to unbutton his cassock, one button after another, until it fell to the ground. Your hands, now impatient, moved to his pants as he continued to undress. Skillfully, you undid his pants, letting them slip down to his ankles. A soft whine escaped your lips as you noticed the alluring outline of his hardness through his underwear, a little wet spot marking his arousal.

Without wasting another precious moment, you tugged at his underwear, freeing his throbbing member, already glistening with precum. Your tongue swept over your lips as you admired the sight before you. Despite being accustomed to the sight, you couldn't help but be pleased by the impressive size and thickness of his member. Your hands moved to touch it, and you could feel the intense heat radiating from it.

As your fingers made contact, his hardness twitched in your grasp, and Copia let out a pleasurable sigh as he removed his shirt, leaving it discarded on the floor. Sensations of arousal coursed through you, and with every passing second, you could feel yourself growing wetter.

Your desire for him was undeniable, and you leaned forward, taking the tip of his throbbing member into your mouth. As your tongue swirled around it, Copia moaned softly, his hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as he gently encouraged you to take more of him. Your compliance was swift as you accepted more of his length into your mouth, your lips closing around him as you sucked with increasing intensity. Your tongue danced back and forth along his sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of pleasure-filled moans from Copia.

"Oh, cazzo... amore... hai una bocca peccaminosa, sì?" he breathed. "Sei così brava per me, sei la migliore, mi prendi così bene."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you took a deep breath, reveling in the pleasure as you rolled your eyes and then closed them. With one hand at the base, you stroked him slowly as you continued to suck on the tip of his member, feeling the warmth of his arousal filling your mouth.

Gradually, your hands moved to his thighs, allowing you to take more of him into your mouth, gently sucking and savoring his growing hardness. Finally, you released his member from your mouth, licking your lips with a satisfied smile.

"I want you inside me," you stated with simple, straightforward desire. "Now."

Copia gazed down at you with a smile, his hands still entangled in your hair as he gently pulled you closer to him. Guiding your mouth back onto his member, he slowly began to thrust himself into your warm, wet mouth, ensuring that every inch of him was enveloped by your eager lips. You moaned softly against him, your grip on his thigh firm and unyielding.

"Sei troppo impaziente, amore," he huskily remarked. "If you hid my biretta to make me come all the way back here, you could at least be more patient. I didn't even taste you yet."

Your eyes widened, and you pulled your head back, looking at him with surprise. "Wha-What did you say?"

"Amore..." he chuckled, leaning closer to you and capturing your lips in a tender kiss before pulling away. "I know you very well."

You huffed and pouted as you looked at him. "Ah..." you sighed and kissed the tip of his member, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him. "But at least it worked."

"Esattamente, amore," he said, straightening his body and peering down at you. "So let me enjoy you, sì? Every inch of you."

With a nod and a smile on your lips, you returned your mouth to his member, running your tongue along its length before taking him back into your mouth. Meanwhile, your hand ventured between your legs, slipping beneath your panties to rub your clit fervently.

"Sì amore, molto bene," he praised you, his voice laced with desire. "Touch yourself while you suck my cock."

You started to bob your head back and forth along his throbbing member, taking more of him with every movement of your mouth, feeling him slide deeper down your throat. Your eyes remained locked onto each other, and you could see the desire and satisfaction in his gaze. Copia removed his hands from your head, and then proceeded to discard his gloves, leaving them with his discarded clothes on the floor.

"Oh, sì, sì, amore..." he gasped, biting his lower lip to contain a loud moan. "Sì, perfect, you're perfect amore mio!"

He withdrew from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. With a gentle yet determined push, he guided you backward until you were lying on your bed. Climbing on top of you, he kissed you with fervor, your lips and tongues locked in a passionate embrace. His throbbing member pressed against your dripping wetness, aching to be inside you.

Your hand reached for your panties, pulling them to the side, and you broke the kiss to look at him, spreading your legs wide open to expose yourself to him. "Please..." you breathed, the plea evident in your eyes.

He gazed deep into your eyes, his hands moving to your breasts, where his fingers brushed over your nipples, teasing them. You moaned loudly, arching your back toward him. His hands traveled over your body, stopping just above your core. With deliberate slowness, he reached for his own member, rubbing it between your folds, gliding it up and down to coat his length with your arousal.

"Please, Copia... Please, please... I need you..." you whimpered, your walls clenching around nothing as his tip brushed against your entrance, begging for him to fill you completely.

"Please, what?" he asked, a grunt escaping him as he brushed his lips against yours.

"Fuck me..." you moaned, arching your hips as you felt his tip pressing against your entrance.

Your breath came faster as you looked at him, pleading with your eyes. He smiled at you, and then lowered his body between your legs, moving his face toward your core. His tongue flicked out, tasting your juices, and then he sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue across it, causing you to gasp, your hips bucking upwards.

"Oh, Copia, yes!" you moaned, reaching with your hands to his head, holding it in place. "Yes, just like that!"

His tongue traced your lips, sliding over your clit and up to your entrance. You gasped loudly as you felt his tongue pressed against it. Copia dipped his tongue into you, licking around, teasing, and you cried out as his tongue entered you, tracing from the bottom of your core up to your clit, flicking in a rhythm that made you scream.

"Ah!" you moaned louder. "Fuck, yes...! Just like that, oh... Cardinal... Oh...!"

He continued to spread your flesh open with his fingers, exposing your clit, intensifying the sensations that consumed you. Sucking on it and biting gently, he caused you to cry out in pleasure. His tongue moved in circles around your clit, while his thumb rubbed against it. Your hips bucked upwards involuntarily, and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you still as he continued to suck on your clit. The intense pleasure overwhelmed you, and you arched your back in response to the exquisite sensations coursing through your body.

"Copi-Ah!" you moaned, rolling your hips against his mouth. "Oh... my Cardinal... Please, more, more, more!"

He responded by increasing his speed, his tongue moving quickly over your clit. However, your desire for more led you to grab his head, pressing it firmly to take your clit into his mouth. In response, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them upwards and hitting your spot. Your entire body tensed as you reached your climax, Copia keeping the momentum with his tongue flicking over your clit while his fingers moved in and out of you.

As your orgasm built up, your legs began to tremble. But then, Copia abruptly stopped, lifting his head from your core and licking his lips.

"No!" you begged. "Copia, I was so close! Please don't stop."

He laughed, lowering his head back onto your core. Sliding two fingers back into your tight entrance, he stretched you, eliciting another cry from you. Arching your back even more, he held your legs down, keeping you pinned to the bed. His finger-thrusting intensified, his tongue flicking across your clit. The culmination of sensations pushed you over the edge, and you came hard, screaming out his name as your body shook violently. Copia continued to pleasure you with his fingers and tongue, slowing his pace to tease you until he finally pulled his head back.

You closed your legs, squirming as you looked at him, your body still trembling and tingling as it calmed down from your intense orgasm. Gently, he removed his arms from around your legs and kissed one of your thighs while caressing the other one.

"Sei il migliore, proprio il migliore per me," he whispered between the kisses on your thighs.

He continued with the kisses, trailing his path up your body, leaving tender kisses along the way as he climbed around you until he reached your lips, kissing you deeply. You relaxed your body and ran your hands down his back, pulling him closer, slowly spreading your legs, allowing his member to press against your wetness. You moaned into his mouth, desiring him inside. His tongue probed your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He moved down your body, kissing your neck and shoulder, biting at them lightly.

"Are you ready, amore?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied.

He kissed you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Then, he entered you. Your body arched upwards, crying out. He pushed himself into you, filling you completely. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking yourself to him. He began to move, slowly at first, letting you get used to his size, but soon picking up speed, sliding his length in and out of your wet entrance. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

"Mmm..." you purred, digging your nails onto his back. "Yes, Copia... just like that... You're so big, you fuck me so well."

"Oh... amore mio, am I?" he asked, giving you a quick peck. "Do I fuck you good?"

"Yes... Ah!" you moaned, clenching your walls around his member. "So big, so good... don't stop."

He nodded and then leaned down, biting your nipple, making you cry out. He licked the nipple he just bit and then lowered his face, leaving it close to yours, looking straight into your eyes as he continued with the pace, pounding his length into you. His gaze was intense, making you moan even louder as he grinned mischievously at you. You slid your hands from his back to his backside, holding it firmly, bringing him even closer and deeper into your entrance.

"Merda! Amore!" he grunted, closing his eyes. "Cazzo, you're so tight, even after yesterday. How can you still be that tight for me? I fucked your pussy last night, and it's still so tight around my cock."

"Ah.. I guess.. You'll have to fuck me more and more then," you said, breathing heavily.

Copia bit his lower lip at your words, then straightened his body, holding your waist firmly as he increased the pace, thrusting deeper into you. He lifted your hips, aligning you perfectly for him to hit that spot inside you relentlessly. You screamed out, your legs trembling and tightening around him, eliciting a growl of pleasure from him. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of your bodies coming together.

"Don't stop, please, please, please," your voice thick with desire pleaded.

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me to," he said, grinning at you.

He grunted and then buried himself deeper inside you, pumping in and out harder and faster, your screams growing louder. Copia slammed himself into you with increased intensity, hitting your spot, your muscles contracting around his member. You felt him tense up, his breathing getting heavier. He slowed down slightly, not wanting to climax too quickly.

He leaned down, kissing you softly. "I want to be inside you when I cum," he said.

You nodded, smiling. He kissed you again, and then rolled off you. You turned over, your body now on top of him. You straddled his waist, rubbing your wetness against his member. You could feel him twitch underneath you. Rubbing yourself against him harder, you moaned in pleasure. He reached down, pulling your ass towards him, groaning. Your hands went to his chest as you kept rubbing his member between your folds, tilting your head to the side, looking at him.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he whispered with desire, going with his hands to your waist. "Per favore, amore mio, give me the pleasure to see you fucking yourself on my cock."

You positioned his member at your entrance and slowly lowered yourself onto him, moaning loudly as his member slid into you. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down onto his member. He hissed as you started to ride him slowly, your hands running through his hairy chest. Looking down at him, you could see the pleasure in his eyes.

"You're so hot," he growled. "You feel so good, cara."

You smiled, biting your lip, and began riding him, grinding your clit against him, your walls gripping his member tightly. The rhythm of your movements increased, creating a symphony of pleasure in the room. Each motion brought you closer to the edge, the intensity building as you and Copia shared the ecstasy of your intimate connection. The air was thick with desire, and the bed creaked under your bodies.

Copia wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place as he sat up on the bed with you on top of him. He smiled as he looked at you and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, pulling you closer to him. Leaning forward, you kissed him, and he moaned, moving his hips underneath you, thrusting up into you. Following his lead, you rode him harder, your body moving up and down. His hands roamed along your sides and then to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling yourself getting close to an orgasm. You moved faster, your cries becoming louder as you broke the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your eyes onto his, witnessing his face contorted in ecstasy. He let go of your breasts, grabbing your hips instead. Pulling you down onto him, he pushed you up, and you screamed, your body shaking in the throes of ecstasy.

"Copia, you're going to make me cum," you purred close to his ear.

"Cum for me, amore mio, cum on my cock," he said as he continued to pump into you, pulling you down onto his length repeatedly. "I will cum too, cum with me."

He let go of your hips, gripping your thighs. He pounded into you, his member hitting that spot deep inside you. He groaned, lowering his face and biting your shoulder. His movements became erratic, his breathing ragged. Your body started to shake, and you couldn't hold it any longer. With a loud moan, you came on his member, twitching your walls around him.

"Amore!" he screamed out, throwing his head back. "Don't make yourself that- Cazzo!"

He came, groaning loudly, his member pulsing inside you as he shot his hot seed deep into you. You collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. Your arms around his neck lost their strength as you felt him filling you deep inside with his seed.

Copia looked at you and smiled softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead and stroking your head as he slowly laid down on the bed, bringing you with him to lay down on top of him. You sighed contently and let your head rest on his chest with him still inside you.

That was amazing," he whispered, his eyes reflecting admiration. "You're amazing..."

You smiled in response. "Thank you," you whispered, lifting your head to look at him. His broad smile spoke volumes.

"I love you," he declared, his voice carrying a profound sincerity.

"I love you too, Copia," you replied, sealing the sentiment with a sweet kiss.

"Now, will you tell me where you hid my biretta?" he inquired.

A playful chuckle escaped you as you shook your head. "Not a chance. I'm not letting you go anywhere."

Copia chuckled in agreement, casting a fond look at you. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you into a warm embrace. "Bene, maybe I can stay in bed with you today, sì?"

#ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #papa emeritus x reader #smut #papa emeritus iv #copia #cardinal copia #papa copia #cardinal copia smut #ghost cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #popia #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #papa emeritus iv smut #copia smut

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xxxbabyinatrenchcoatxxx · 7 months

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I love Andrew Minyard as a criminal justice major. Just imagine the possibilities that could happen!! He'd 100% write a paper about nature vs nurture that is about himself and Neil (only if you read between the lines can you tell that tho)

Oh man!! An idea is coming into my head as I think about this!!

Okay, okay, so imagine the following.

Andrew is in his The Serial Killer's Psyche class when he learns about the more recent recent killers, including The Baltimore Butcher.

He lowkey becomes fascinated with the whole thing.

(It's the knives)

And goes down a rabbit hole looking into anything and everything regarding the Wesninski family.

He learns that Nathan was married and had a son, Nathaniel, with a member of another known mafia family from across the Atlantic, Mary.

The son would be the perfect killing machine for these two.

But then he learns that Mary and Nathaniel died tragically in an unknown form.

"The family wants to keep their privacy in these hard times." The press says.

Despite Andrew researching for days (he even went to the library once!) He can't find any record of how they died, but their death certificates have the same time stamp on them so at least he knows they died at the same time.

After finding out as much as he can about the family, he is (and he would never admit this to anyone at all ever) solely on the side of the cops in believing that Nathan Wesninski is The Baltimore Butcher despite there not being enough evidence, etc etc.

Having learned all he could, he all but forgets about the Wesninski family.

Fast forward to the next semester when Kevin tells him they are going to Arizona because he found them a new striker.

As Neil is trying to catch his breath from Andrew hitting him, Andrew is suddenly excepiencing a new phenomenon to him "familiarity"

For some reason, this flight risk reminds him of someone, but he can't quite remember who.

This is new.

Not remembering something.

Is his memory failing him for the first time ever?

He blames it on his meds and moves on

Everytime he sees Neil after he moves to Palmetto, he has the same feeling.

Ever. Single. Time.

It is increasingly aggravating and intirely too intresting.

After weeks spent trying to remember who Neil reminded him of, filing through every person he's ever encountered, and Neil's skitish behavior, he decided that Neil must be a threat.

Why else would his instincts tell him not to trust Neil?

Why didn't he react to the Moriyamas coming south that fall?

Why couldn't he fucking remember where he knew Neil from???

His shell cracked a little bit and he decided on impulse that Neil was going to Eden's with them

Andrew was practically vibrating with rage by the end of that night.

"Who are you?" Andrew asked.

"Wha- I don't understand? I'm Neil?"

"No. I know you, but I've never seen you before." Andrew watched as Neil tensed, wondering what was running through the runners head.

"We don't know each other." Neil made as if to walk away, but he didn't make it far before he had to grab the wall to stabilize himself.

"I know you." Andrew said, grabbing his shoulder.

"No, you don't." Neil shoved him.

"Do you work for the Moriyamas?"

"You think I'm a mole?" Neil scoffed, but it was more slurred with the drugs in his system.

"You're something. And I know how to properly dispose of a body." Andrew said lowly, threatingly, putting both hands on either side of Neil, caging him him.

"So do I." Neil's voice was steady, and he shoved Andrew back as far as he could before taking off.

Neil feeds Andrew half-truths the next day at Wymacks, saying that he must have seen him on the street somewhere. He honestly had no idea why Andrew recognized him.

Andrew doesn't believe that, but he believes Neil's half-truths about his family and lets him go.

Eventually, the familiar feeling is exchanged with actual recognition, and the books continue on as normal

UNTIL

Andrew gets out of Easthaven and sees Neil with his blue eyes and Aubrun hair and brused face, and Andrew freezes for only a moment.

But for that moment, it's like a Christmas tree lighting up in Andrew's head.

Neurons firing and connecting dots he didn't know went to together.

Nathaniel Wesninski stood next to his family

Nathaniel Wesninski protected his family while he was in rehab

Nathaniel Wesninski has been alone with Kevin every night for the past 4 months

Nathaniel Wesninksi was a runaway

Nathaniel Wesninski was alive

Nathaniel Wesninski

Andrew doesn't know what to do with this information yet, so he does nothing

He goes about his decided itinerary for the day

He still doesn't know what to do until "I never understood why he liked knives."

Everyone else was thinking Riko, but Andrew was thinking Nathan.

He decides then and there that he's not going to say anything until Neil tells him.

Neil's "I'm Nathaniel" hits Andrew like a gut punch.

He already knew it but now it's confirmed.

When Neil goes missing, Andrew was the first to tell coach about Nathan's release from prison.

He persuades Coach (read: stares down repeating "Baltimore") to take them to Baltimore because that's where Neil is.

Books go on as normal

Life seemingly goes back to normal after summer break.

They start the new semester with significantly fewer worries, and Neil is figuring out his newfound freedom.

Andrew is in his Advanced Psychology class when Nathan Wesninski is brought up again.

The professor - fortunately for her sake - doesn't mention Neil or Nathaniel at all but assigned them an imaginative assignment

They are to pick a serial killer and study what is known about their at home life and write a paper about what it might be like to grow up in that kind of enviroment

Andrew was going to ignore this assignment, but Neil found out and thought the whole thing was hilarious.

Neil finds out that Andrew was entirely too fascinated by the Wesninski family.

"You liked me before you even met me."

Eventually, they decided that Andrew didn't have to write the paper.

"Mr. Minyard. It is your turn to present."

Andrew and Neil walk to the front.

"This was a single person assignment, Mr. Minyard."

"I think a first-hand account is better than anything I could have come up with. Don't you think?"

"First hand?"

"Hello Andrew's classmates. I'm Nathaniel Wesninski, but please call me Neil. Fair warning. If you ever call me Nathaniel, I will kill you."

They spend the rest of the class basically ragging on Nathan the entire time

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #the foxes #aftg neil #the foxhole court #andriel #the raven king #the kings men #aftg au #criminal justice major Andrew Minyard

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bootlegramdomneess · 10 months

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The Bear Season 2 thoughts

After watching The Bear season 2 and letting things marinate, I think I’d like to share my thoughts. First, as a therapist, for me this show perfectly depicts trauma and its effects in its most raw form. It was so uncomfortable and heartbreaking to watch at times, I felt like one of the themes of this season is sacrifice. What are you willing to sacrifice to A. Discover your purpose and B. is it worth sacrificing so much for success? I saw this theme numerous times throughout the season particularly with the Star convo and from Chef Luca when Marcus asked if it is all worth it and the convo Carmy had with uncle Jimmy about the story of failure

The Xmas episode: This was hard to watch. I had to keep pausing it. Donna is so dysregulated and disturbed. But what I really want to discus and Mikey and Carmy’s dynamic. Mikey is so troubled. He is so unwell. Mikey is Carmy’s hero, but I think Carmy doesn’t see how deeply troubled his brother is. Mikey admires Carmy so much because Carmy was brave enough to get away from the family to pursue his dreams. So heartbreaking. SO MUCH DYSFUNCTION.

Claire- Her character wasn’t fully developed, but I feel like maybe it was done purposefully. We are seeing her through Carmy’s eyes and Carmy doesn’t seem to really know how he feels about her, or know her. He says he’s in love after being forced to choose a feeling, but really he’s only just connected with her. I think perhaps he is equating that feeling of enjoying being with her with love, or maybe even having sex with her with love. He latched onto Claire because she is good at comforting him. Many people who come from dysfunction struggle with this and will latch onto people who appear to be good at this. He’s with her because he thinks, oh, this is fun and normal. He used the term seeking “FUN” but he is searching for normality without a clue as to what normal is. Even deeper, he’s searching for a true path to becoming a healthy adult.

Carmy: I empathize with him so much. I do see Carmy has made some progress. His insight has improved a bit as he recognizes how much trauma he has experienced and how it has manifested in his adult life. He is trying. He is seeking to change. He has recognized the need to be less emotionally inhibited. His judgement is a little impaired though. He sort of thrives In Chaos. That’s why the alarm going off wasn’t bothering him. That’s why he created this entire scenario by getting in a serious relationship with a stranger. He is so emotionally inhibited: The excessive inhibition of spontaneous action, feeling, or communication, usually to avoid disapproval by others, feelings of shame, or losing control of one’s impulses. inhibition of Positive impulses (e.g., joy, affection, sexual excitement, play); (c) difficulty expressing vulnerability or communicating freely about one’s feelings, needs, and so forth; or (d) excessive emphasis on rationality while disregarding emotions. I think this is his main Schema. Yah boy is messed up and needs some one-on-one therapy. I can go on and on about this. There’s so much. Carmy’s actions are pretty on point for someone coming from trauma, dysfunctional parents, and alcoholic parents. He behavior breathes asshole, but really, he has a deeply wounded, lonely, angry, abandoned and abused inner child and his adult self needs some serious healing.

Sydney: I love how they wrote and expanded her character this season. I love how vulnerable they showed her to be. How hard she worked to deal with the growing anxiety. I felt her loneliness when she was eating that giant sundae alone, but I also loved seeing her in her element. Her dad is an ace. She has such a grounding, funny, hardworking energy.

Carmy and Sydney: my babies. Their dynamic is so sweet. So genuine. So raw and real. How many times has he had a panic attack and thoughts of Sydney grounded him? Like..sir. I also feel he’s trying to protect Sydney in a way, and I see this in the star conversation. Underneath his words he is saying: I had to give up so much to get this and I don’t want that for you. It’s hell. It’s fucking terrible pressure. You don’t want this, but also not saying it because maybe he doesn’t want to shatter or shit on her dreams and ambitions. The foreshadowing of the growing anxiety she’ll likely face in the next season with the receipt machine going off in her head was telling. I think this is what Carmy is warning her about. I love when she jokingly teases him. I appreciate how he notices things about her: “you like making people happy.” I like that she calls him out and communicates her needs to him. This is a slow burn. They’re so awkward. They want to hang out. I don’t think they realize they may have feelings yet or if they ever will. They are so much a like in certain aspects but so different in how they view the world because of how they were raised.

Lastly, Richie is the MVP for me this season. I have a soft spot for him.

#sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #syd adamu #thebear

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Glitch | k.h. | 5

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff. Student's POV.

Author's Note: This is cute as fuck. Also, I'm a sucker for the team's sneaking around spying on their teachers.

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One Month Following Their Decision...

“I think she and Kakashi-sensei are dating,” Sori announced one day, a month or so after their teacher and her “friend” started spending more time together than usual.

Ayato rolled her eyes as she rewrapped her hands. “Sori, there’s no way they’re dating. You’ve heard her complain about Genma asking her out all the time. She doesn’t have time.”

Tashiro nodded in agreement, whittling away at a stick he was sharpening. But Sori shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “Kakashi-sensei is always hanging out with us now though! Why else would he do that if they aren’t dating?”

“Maybe because two of his team members left the village and the other is training with the hokage?” Tashiro offered as an explanation, not looking up from his task at hand. “I bet Kakashi’s bored and she feels bad for him.”

“You really think she pities the Copy Ninja?” Sori questioned, brow raised. Both ninjas shrugged indifferently, returning to their tasks. Sory huffed in frustration, throwing his hands in the air.

“If you really think they’re dating, then go follow her around,” Tashiro suggested, though he had a sly grin on his face. Ayato elbowed him, giving him a pointed and knowing look: he was trying to instigate. He was always trying to instigate.

And Sori always fell for it.

“That’s a genius idea, Tashi!” He exclaimed excitedly, pointing at his teammate. “We can practice our reconnaissance skills –sensei is always complaining about how bad we are at being stealthy. She can’t be mad if we’re practicing.”

“Sori, that’s a terrible idea,” Ayato argued, shaking her head. “She’ll be mad because we’re prying into her personal life –and have you met Kakashi-sensei? He’s like the epitome of private! We don’t even know what he looks like!”

“Do you think she’s seen his face?” Tashiro inquired, and Ayato glared at him.

“Stop it, Tashi.”

“It’s a fair question, I think,” Tashiro countered, finally looking up at them. “I’m in.”

“C’mon, Ayato! It’ll be fun. And you know you’re curious.”

Their conversation continued in the secluded corner of the training grounds, hidden from the prying eyes and ears of the village. The trio of young ninjas had developed a close bond during their time as Kakashi's students, and now, with their beloved sensei's behavior piquing their curiosity, they couldn't resist the urge to investigate further. Sori's excitement was palpable, and Tashiro's mischievous grin only grew wider.

Ayato sighed in resignation, realizing that there was no stopping their impulsive plan now. With a resigned shake of her head, she agreed, "Fine, but we need a plan. And if we get caught, you better have a good excuse."

Tashiro eagerly leaned in, taking charge of the planning. "We'll split up, each of us tailing one of them separately. We won't get too close, just enough to observe. If anything seems...intimate, we back off. Agreed?"

Sori and Ayato nodded reluctantly, recognizing the importance of discretion in this mission. The prospect of seeing Kakashi-sensei's face was an added incentive, but the risk of being caught and reprimanded by their sensei was enough to be worried. She was scary when she was mad; more so when she was mad at them.

The next day, they put their plan into action, keeping a careful eye on their two teachers. Sori followed Kakashi as he made his way through the village, feeling the weight of responsibility mixed with the thrill of espionage. Ayato and Tashiro took positions to follow her, discreetly observing her without attracting attention. It was their day off from training; she had told the three to take a break and relax before they were sent on their next mission. It was a shame she had no idea they were on their own mission.

The hours passed, and the trio's stealth skills were put to the test as they moved silently through the village. When they met up –when Kakashi and her ended up at a dumpling stand to eat –the three hid out together to share their observations. Despite the secrecy of their mission, the observation turned into a strange mixture of suspense and amusement, especially as they realized the lengths Kakashi went to in order to maintain his indifferent image. He wore his mask even during their private moments, leaving the true nature of his expressions a mystery. It was hard to determine just what the two jonin were talking about, or how he was looking at her with the mask on. It was clear she was giving him looks, but the team had definitely picked up on her crush on Kakashi long ago.

As the day unfolded, their curiosity only deepened. They watched as Kakashi and their sensei laughed together, shared meals, and engaged in quiet conversations. It was evident that there was a strong connection between the two, but they always seemed that way. There wasn’t really that big of a change between the two. They ate together, they talked together. She touched him a little more than they remembered, but none of them thought that was anything important. He wasn’t touching her back, so it could be that she was still crushing on the Copy Ninja.

Now they just needed to know if Kakashi had returned those feelings.

“What the hell are you three up to?”

The team suddenly turned around, seeing Lady Tsunade standing with her hands on her hips. Sakura and Shizune were trailing behind her, both carrying stacks of books and paperwork. The three genin panicked, all stammering and trying to come up with an excuse as to why they were spying on their sensei.

Luckily, Sakura saved them. “They’re definitely dating. Kakashi-sensei gets so flustered when he’s around her.”

But Shizune shook her head. “I think you guys are projecting; both of them have lost a lot. Just because they spend time together doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

Tsunade snorted, however. “Please. Look at them.”

The five shinobi turned their attention back to the two jonin who sat on a bench next to each other, enjoying their meal. If the two had noticed they were being spied on, they didn’t make any indication of it. To the untrained eye, nothing they were doing was any different than how they usually were. Kakashi had finished his meal disturbingly quick, hiding behind his mask again. She was half turned, leg crossed under her, as she looked up at him. They weren’t sitting particularly close to one another, nor were they really touching. Kakashi seemed a little tense, but he usually did lately.

“I…am not seeing what you’re seeing, Lady Tsunade,” Sori admitted, squinting his eyes at the two.

“Just you wait,” she ordered, narrowing her eyes with a smirk on her face. Shizune rolled her eyes; the hokage obviously knew more than she was letting on.

The team continued to watch, their curiosity piqued by Lady Tsunade's confidence. As they observed, Kakashi reached into his pocket and pulled out a woven bracelet –nothing terribly exciting, really, to anyone watching. But as she held up her wrist for him to place it on her, he had a small, subtle smile behind his mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that only appeared when he was genuinely pleased. She accepted with a soft grin, her eyes lighting up with gratitude. It was a simple exchange, but the genuine warmth between them was undeniable.

Tsunade raised an eyebrow triumphantly, grinning as she crossed her arms over her chest. "See? You pay attention to the little things," she said, her voice low as if she were sharing a secret. "The little things speak volumes. It's in the way he looks at her, even with that stupid mask on. And it’s the way she lights up when she’s looking at him. That is how you know.”

Ayato and Sakura both looked enamored by the whole thing, blushing excitedly at how sweet Kakashi seemed to be towards her. Shizune was rolling her eyes with a knowing grin, pushing Tsunade and Sakura back towards the hokage’s tower. Sori whooped with excitement, yelling about how he knew it! They were dating! Tashiro just shrugged indifferently, though he was grinning too.

Sori’s exclamation, however, drew the attention of the two jonin. Sakura’s eyes widened before she spun on her heel and took off with Shizune and Tsunade, not wanting to get into trouble. Ayato hit Sori in horror, turning to run off as well but their sensei appeared before them, hands on her hips.

“And what do you think you three are doing?” She demanded, brow raised.

Kakashi sauntered over with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a book. “I think they were spying on us.”

“You two are dating!” Sori accused, pointing between the two, trying to steer the trouble away from his team.

She and Kakashi exchanged appraising looks. Then Kakashi shrugged.

“I didn’t think it was a secret,” he explained simply, returning his attention to his book.

“Did you guys think he just hung out with us at training because he was bored?”

Team 12 stammered again, and Sori blanched as he considered his answer.

“At least you practiced being quiet today,” she hummed, turning on her heel to walk away now. Kakashi started after her. “Next time, don’t scream about it.”

*****

“Sorry about them,” she sighed when they returned to her apartment.

Kakashi shrugged halfheartedly, slipping his sandals off at the door. “It was bound to happen eventually.”

“It’s definitely your fault,” she teased as she fell back onto her couch and closed her eyes.

He raised a brow, looking down at her with a narrowed eye, sitting on the floor by her head. “And how is it my fault?”

“You decided to be cute and give me a gift in public,” she reminded him, bringing her wrist to her chest to touch the bracelet.

Kakashi took her hand, holding it up to his to look over the bracelet he had given her. “I’m glad you like it. Tsunade helped pick it out; I’m not great at gifts.”

“It’s not your fault then, it’s hers!”

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi fic #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi x you #kakashi hakate

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bangsinc · 11 months

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Heyyy uh, I love your work! Your idea of The Spot just feels so in character and I absolutely adore the sad soggy noodle of a man (I mean that in an affectionate way)

If your commissions are open, Id like to make a request…

Are you comfortable writing for an Autistic Reader (with or without ADHD involved)? It doesn’t have to be anything specific, maybe just how he would deal with the pros and cons of it all?

No pressure in doing it, just take care of yourself and remember to set yourself at a comfortable pace and to make sure to care for your needs!

OhmygodivbeentalkingforsolongIamsosorryillshutupnowhaveaniceday!!!

🖤Spot x Nerodivergent Reader🤍

YES!! I’m also autistic so I’d love nothing more than to feed y’all. Autistic readers and readers with ADHD are never common and it’s really sad to see.

AUTISTIC READER:

The Spot, with his own experiences of feeling misunderstood, demonstrates empathy and acceptance towards their partner's autism. He recognizes and appreciates their unique perspective, and even try’s to promote it as much as he can. You can truly understand him in that sence, and it makes him even more likely to be able to open up to you.

The Spot and you easily bond over shared special interests, whether it's science, technology, or other intellectual pursuits. You both engage in passionate discussions, exchange knowledge, and explore these interests together. Sometimes it might even be hard to have a conversation without accidentally interrupting one another!

In many situations (myself included lol), it’s often hard to stim as you might think of it as embarrassing or useless because of how ‘stupid’ you look. The spot of course, loves to see you happy and express yourself, even if it isn’t conventional. If he notices this pattern of behavior, he might try to help by stimming with you! He thinks it’s sweet and he wants you to feel comfortable around him after all.

Sensory issues are one of the many obstacles that come with having autism, and the spot most likely is aware of this. Even tiny things such as the fabric of your pants Can set you off, and the spot tries his best to make you as comfortable as he can. If you happen to become overstimulated, then he’s going to stop everything and aid you. Even if you feel guilty about all of the attention, he hates to see you distraught.

If you’re feeling overstimulated at home, then he might turn off/dim the lights and give you something to fidget with. If you don’t want to talk about how you feel, he understands, and is willing to console you physically if you wish!

If it’s in a public setting, then the spot is willing to safely (and hopefully slowly, the poor boy might be freaking out alongside you) get you out of the situation and somewhere more quiet and secluded.

Dates during sensory hour at certain places! The options are limitless, but I can imagine he’d enjoy taking you to places such as the aquarium during those hours. It’s quiet, nice, and you both get to see the sea creatures :).

Sometimes you want to be quiet but also in his presence, the feeling of just being around him comforting enough. He can understand, although it might be hard. Sometimes the spot has a tendency to talk your ear off, but in certain situations, espically if you convey so, he might just relax and do something while you do something else.

The spot is also willing to adapt if you have issues with certain ways of communication, maybe to the point of going non verbal or needing cards. Spot is a fast learner, and because of such will quickly be able to affectively communicate with you. He finds ways to accommodate different communication styles, such as using visual aids, written communication, or allowing time for processing thoughts. He’s very patient and knows that your feelings are complex.

Reader with ADHD

The Spot recognizes that your attention and focus may fluctuate and that you might exhibit hyperactive or impulsive behaviors at times. He can understand the feeling of being impulsive, and uses this to connect with you on a certain basis. Reminders are very common with him!

Back when The Spot worked worked as a scientist, he developed an incredibly strict schduale. If you have your own issues keeping schduale and keeping track of your own work, he might implement some of your own tatics for you. (And he’s kinda a total worrywart about it. He cares, maybe wayyyyy too much about if you get your things done on time.)

The Spot uses his powers to create a calming environment for you when needed. He may manipulate dimensions to create serene spaces or offer soothing sensory experiences that help reduce anxiety too!

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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AROMA ( addicted 2 u ). ( g.j. )

pairing ! ━━ grimmjow jaegerjaquez x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is also thick-coded and has no spiritual powers/abilities except that she has spiritual pressure and can see hollows and stuff. reader is also aged up to 20+. grimmjow has a devasting scent kink (olfactophilia) so there are many instances of smelling/taking large whiffs of reader. instances of kidnapping/coercion ( dubcon ), possessive and clingy behavior from grimmy because he’s obsessed. asphyxiation kink? (reader likes being choked). explicit content & language used. nsfw w/ descriptions of smut. unprotected + rough sex, a lil bit of teasing, groping, ass + thigh slapping, mentions of creampies. dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), masturbation (m! receiving). grimmjow kindaa gets pussydrunk. really just grimmy slowly going feral n falling in love <33

word count ! ━━ 4.5k

notes ! ━━ yeah i think im just physically incapable of writing anything less than 1k words bc wtf😭😭😭 the original thirst where i got this from ( found here ) wasn’t even 1k, so where did the other 3k+ words come from ;-; idek if i like ending lololol. anyway this piece is basically dedicated to @garoujo bc i promised her for a while i’d do this. this another impulsive bleach fic, i hope y’all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :’) all my grimmy luvrs + fuckers wake up! i’ve come to feed you <3 REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind. there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin.

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts.

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it.

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind.

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air.

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance.

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend.

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still.

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway.

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind.

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure.

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

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AA/Narumitsu Love Potion AU Outline

Wanted to finish this ages ago, was gonna be a fic, friendships fell apart, I forgot, no one cares anyway, yadda yadda.

AA/Narumitsu Love Potion AU Outline

Very loosely based on the movie Strange Magic

-Opens with Mia and Maya as children being told a fairy tale about Love Potions by their mother.

OR: Maya recounting this fairy tale to Phoenix sometime during AA1, either out of boredom or because of an episode of Steel Samurai she was watching that mentioned some kind of magical Love-themed item. Phoenix is strangely prickly about it, as he usually is when the subject of Love Potions is brought up. Maya thinks he’s just being a stick in the mud with no romantic imagination.

This fairy tale summarizes the events of the film Strange Magic and justifies the existence of Primrose petals in the real world, and how they can be brewed into Love Potions. They are usually found in remote, less developed areas, like the Fey village and Eagle Mountain.

+ Love Potions are semi-magical concoctions that recreate intense feelings of infatuation for hours at a time with regular dosage. There is no known cure besides waiting for the effects to wear off – or, according to Maya, “real love – if you fall in love for real, they won’t work at all.”

Legally, they are recognized as an illegal form of psychoactive, nonlethal poison. Love Potions and Primrose petals are implied to be coveted black market items.

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- A summary of the events of AA1, introducing Phoenix, Miles, Maya, and their relationships with each other. Puts focus on the complicated relationship between Phoenix and Miles, especially during Turnabout Goodbyes and Rise from the Ashes.

- They seemed to be on the verge of reviving their childhood friendship, despite the years of separation and trauma. But by the end of these stressful cases, a rift forms between them again, leading to Miles’ sudden departure.

+ Maybe: this part features the first mention of Love Potions being used to manipulate people during Rise from the Ashes.

As Phoenix and Ema look into how and why Gant is keeping Lana under his thumb, Phoenix has a strange thought, and searches their desks for bottled fluids of some kind. He finds nothing of the sort, and he lets out a frustrated sigh. Ema asks him what he was looking for, but Phoenix blows her off, saying it was nothing. He tries to shake off the cold, sick feeling in his gut that had formed as he thought of this theory.

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- Summary of AA2’s events, focusing on Miles’ departure and the devastating effect it had on Phoenix. Phoenix tries not to dwell on his feelings and focus on helping his clients, but it’s hard on him.

- Gumshoe and Franziska mentioning Miles are sore spots for Phoenix, but he is dodgy about it, as usual.

- Leads into Goodbye My Turnabout and the sudden return of Miles. Phoenix is justifiably angry with him, and Miles is slightly bewildered, then ashamed at this reaction. They eventually set aside their personal feelings to work on the case at hand and rescue Maya.

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- A summary of the Engarde case so far, leading into Phoenix and Miles now investigating Adrien’s office/quarters for evidence that will help indict Engarde. Phoenix finds a cup of coffee left behind on her desk and notices something strange about it. Giving into impulse, he takes it and smells it, sensing something familiar enough to send a chill down his spine, and a sick feeling into his stomach.

He states his surprise out loud, getting Miles’ attention. When Miles asks, Phoenix says he might have a crazy theory right now. He thinks Adrien is being poisoned – specifically with Love Potion.

Miles is momentarily shocked – Phoenix explains his theory by talking about her strangely obsessive, dependent behavior about Engarde and how she defends/defended him. Engarde might be keeping her in his thrall with more than just his manipulative charms. Phoenix knows this is a wild theory, but he can’t explain how or why he knows about this right now and just asks for Miles’ trust on this. They need to hand the coffee to Gumshoe and the police for lab testing.

Miles processes this, and to Phoenix’s surprise, he not only accepts this theory, but takes the coffee for himself, stating there is no need for police involvement, Miles can test this theory here and now. Then, to Phoenix’s utter shock, he sips the coffee.

After tasting it, Miles scowls and confirms that yes, there is Love Potion in Adrien’s coffee. At Phoenix’s shocked expression, Miles tells him to relax – Miles says he is immune to Love Potions. Phoenix is only further confused by this, so Miles shakes his head and mimics what Phoenix said earlier – there’s no time to explain how or why, he only needs Phoenix to trust him right now.

Phoenix processes this, then nods and agrees. They can both talk about this later – rescuing Maya and getting Engarde in jail is the highest priority right now. They set off to take the coffee to Gumshoe.

+ Aside: as they continue this investigation, Miles feels strangely flustered and concerned around Phoenix for a while after this event, but he ignores this, blaming it on a random bout of sickness probably brought on from his immunity/aversion to Love Potion. (In reality this is an effect of the Potion he drank from the coffee, slightly amplifying his existing feelings for Phoenix).

–

- Summary of the ending of Goodbye My Turnabout, with Maya safe and reunited with Pearl, and Phoenix and Miles reconciling.

After reconciling with Franziska and seeing her off at the airport, Miles returns to Phoenix’s office, surprising him. Maya and Pearl have already retired to bed for the evening, so Phoenix meets him alone, correctly guessing that Miles is here for that “talk” they owe each other. Miles confirms this.

The two settle in and awkwardly begin talking about how and why they both know about Love Potions.

Phoenix says that unfortunately, he was a lot like Adrien, once upon a time. Which includes being poisoned with doses of Love Potion, specifically via his cold medication by his murderous college girlfriend, “Dollie”. He avoids specifics because this is a painful subject for him.

He talks in broad strokes about how “Dollie” used Love Potion to make him head over heels in love with her, manipulating him into unknowingly holding important evidence for her, then take the fall when he was framed for a murder she committed. It was only through Mia’s dogged determination to defend his innocence and uncover the truth that he was shown the extent that he had been manipulated. (He pointedly casts a sad, but proud glance at Mia’s former office around them). It’s clear it was a very difficult and traumatizing time in Phoenix’s life, and to this day there are still a lot of unanswered questions surrounding it.

Miles is appropriately shocked and disgusted by this, and gives his sympathies. He can’t imagine the pain Phoenix went through, though he supposed he can at least empathize with being betrayed by someone you once trusted.

Phoenix carefully guesses he is talking about Manfred von Karma. Miles nods solemnly, his brows furrowed. He speaks broadly about his time as Manfred’s ward, how much he had respected and trusted the man without realizing that most of the time, Miles was nothing more than a target of abuse and twisted revenge for Manfred.

And when Phoenix asks, yes, it seems Manfred treated his own daughter Franziska similarly poorly. Miles is visibly tense about it, after seeing the results of that pain in her crying face just earlier that day.

But, Miles continues, at least there were some times when Manfred seemed to make an effort to be a decent guardian, however feeble the efforts were. During Miles’ youth, when he was still studying to become a prosecutor, Manfred sometimes brought him to social gatherings within the world of law to encourage him to socialize with his peers – especially those of the opposite sex.

...Mostly those of the opposite sex. (Miles looks visibly uncomfortable about this, and even Phoenix cringes a little). Yes, unfortunately, Manfred and his equally-conservative colleagues attempted to set up Miles with their daughters / female wards in arranged dates, hoping they would strike up a relationship. These only resulted in forced meetings that were mostly boring, awkward and in Miles’ eyes, a complete waste of time.

But, Miles adds, looking even more uncomfortable by the second, there was more to it than that. Painfully, he recounts an evening where Manfred took him aside just before the start of one of these arranged dates and discreetly gave him a bottle filled with a strange liquid, and instructed him to add its contents to his own drinks. He claimed it would make him more… ‘agreeable’ to the lady, more comfortable.

Phoenix, after a moment, guesses if that was a Love Potion. Miles nods somberly. Manfred was apparently so ashamed of Miles’ lack of romantic interest in these young women, and so desperate to save face with his colleagues, that he had (illegally) procured a bottle of the stuff to give to Miles and instruct him to, essentially, poison himself to make him fall in love with one of these young women.

“...But you’re immune, you said,” Phoenix says, and Miles confirms with a grave nod. He painfully recounts that no matter how many times he dosed himself, or how much he poured into his drinks, he didn’t feel any kind of heightened affection or fondness for any of the women, not even enough to fake it. At most the only kind of reaction he got out of the stuff was dizziness in his head and a sick feeling in his stomach, likely side effects from the large doses.

Needless to say, even Manfred had to give up on these efforts. Eventually he quietly stopped inviting Miles to these dates, or to any social gatherings at all, instructing him to focus solely on his studies, since it seemed like the only thing he would be useful at.

When Manfred did attend gatherings after that, he only brought Franziska with him, telling Miles to watch over the manor in their absence and keep it tidy. Manfred had a maid in his employ. Miles wasn’t needed for something like that.

Miles sighs deeply as he finishes his story, and Phoenix stews over this silently, eventually extending his sympathies. Though he still finds it a bit strange that someone could just be completely immune to a Love Potion.

Miles shrugs sadly, saying that he’s figured he is simply incapable of falling in love at all. Phoenix is sad about this, but attempts to comfort Miles, saying that there’s nothing wrong or broken about him even if he can’t feel love. Aromantics exist, after all. And they have just as fulfilling relationship with friends – at least, Phoenix still considers Miles a good friend.

Miles is touched by this, that Phoenix still considers him a good friend even after the hurt he caused with his sudden sabbatical. Phoenix flusters, saying yeah, guess he just can’t stay mad at him. He still treasures their friendship, especially after all they’ve been through.

Miles is the one to start flustering now, and he coughs and pointedly changes the subject. The point is, it seems they’ve both had bad experiences with Love Potions, manipulated and heartbroken in different ways, and it’s likely that many other people have been hurt in similar ways by their existence. They’re already an illegal substance, but they should take greater pains to crack down on criminals who keep getting their hands on them.

Phoenix, eagerly following the change of subject to escape the awkwardness, agrees wholeheartedly. Love is a silly thing in general anyway, especially if it can be so easily manipulated by weird magical drugs. They mutually agree to work harder to be more wary of Love Potions and one day, stamp them out of the world altogether. Miles concurs, and they shake on it, ending the night on a good note.

- Miles decides to go back home shortly after this, but not before Phoenix awkwardly asks him if he’ll be very busy now that he’s back. He wanted to properly catch up with Miles in a more casual setting sometime. Miles awkwardly says he’s still figuring things out, and has even been considering traveling again, since he found it quite agreeable on his sabbatical and could learn a lot from international legal systems… But for now, yes, he could arrange to join Phoenix for a casual outing or two. He owes it to him, after all.

Phoenix flusters again, but is happy and grateful, and they exchange phone numbers to stay in contact. They share warm goodbyes and goodnights, and Miles steps out the door and into the night.

+ Despite all their cynicism, Phoenix and Miles, ironically, are unaware of the feelings developing between them.

–

- AA3’s events are summarized, with more focus put on the offscreen relationship between Phoenix and Miles during this time. They’ve spent several months keeping in contact through calls and text, occasionally joining each other for lunches/dinners to talk and catch up. Shortly before the start of AA3’s first case (in the present timeline), Miles left the country to study international legal systems like he hinted at before. Phoenix is okay with this and happy for Miles as he takes control of the direction of his life, and it’s implied that he’s still staying in contact with him via texting.

- Somewhere in case 3-2 or 3-3, Love Potions come up again, either used in a minor way or simply mentioned in passing. Phoenix is set on edge even more than usual, between Godot’s seemingly-baseless hatred for him and the uncomfortable themes of lovers, betrayal and poison that keep coming up in these cases. Phoenix thinks of Miles and holds fast to the promise they made about stamping out all Love Potions.

- Case 3-5 begins

- Hospital scene. Phoenix is moved by Miles visiting him so suddenly. He gives Miles his badge and has him defend Iris.

- After Phoenix recovers, they investigate together. Primroses grow on the mountain. Nick hates the sight of them and Miles does too. They wonder if love potions are being used to influence the case.

Eventually – Dahlia, via possessing Iris/Maya, reveals she has been trying to poison everyone with Love Potion, but for some reason it hasn’t had any effects on Phoenix or Miles.

+Hasn't worked on Godot either because his love, Mia, is dead and Godot is too careful about his coffee to be poisoned again.

- Dahlia is defeated, Iris is saved, and both she and Godot go to jail.

Later, they wonder about the poisonings. Maya says the only way to be immune to love potion is to fall in love for real. So Phoenix and Miles have fallen in love already with someone. But who?

They are deeply confused until they look at each other and begin to wonder. Phoenix feels absolute trust in miles, and Miles feels the same for Phoenix. They fluster and dodge the issue

- Later, before Miles goes back to Europe, he meets with Phoenix privately. Miles says he is leaving again but would not be opposed to dinner together before he goes. Phoenix agrees, it’d be nice to unwind and rekindle their childhood friendship. Internally he wonders if they’ll explore something more between them as well, after remembering the Love Potion incidents.

Both silently think that maybe love isn’t so bad after all.

END

#aa love potion au #narumitsu #wrightworth #strange magic #jeminy writes

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swallowerofdharma · 27 days

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Yashiro’s Cruel God part two

Intermission: romanticizing trauma or Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.

Most people looking at someone like Yashiro would feel deeply sorry and they would make a wish for him to find something or someone good in life. But when we start talking about healing we forget or we don’t know what trauma is. Manga can actually help us understand much better in what terms trauma really works: the word we use in several european languages comes from the Greek word for wound τραῦμα. I don’t have the same linguistics insights for the Japanese words - it would be great to have that insight if someone can provide it - but I have access to visual representations, because a number of mangaka associated traumatic events/memories with physical injuries, and the very severe ones with a lost limb, a lost eye. I have talked about this briefly here. The earliest in life or the most severe or prolonged or repeated traumatic events or experiences - the deeper the injury is registered, written in the brain. In the case of a lost limb, there isn’t much healing to do, that part of the body is forever changed, but there are other things to do: relearning how to do things in different ways according to the changes and forgetting about what you could do before or what other people can do with their limbs intact and fully functioning. Of course you can get a prosthetic, an aid, you work around the injured parts. But they ache, they give you phantom pain, they don’t grow back, and the healing is only possible in the parts that are left. Thinking about trauma like this is how we don’t romanticize it. I really think that Yoneda-san is intentionally making a point to show how difficult this process of adaptation is and also how common is for the people around Yashiro to not fully understand or care or know what can be done and what can’t be done. Only Yashiro knows himself that well, can properly determine his boundaries. First he went through a long phase of trial and error and he progressively learned to regulate his impulses quite successfully I must say, because we see that he was alone, lacking guidance, and he did end up naked in an alley, but at least he was sober and drug free. That is when Misumi came in and, although he had also his selfish motives and interests, he cared enough and offered Yashiro some guidance and most importantly conditions so that Yashiro needed to learn how to restrain himself and only indulge his sex drive more safely and more intentionally, setting new rules and adapting to a life full of other responsibilities and commitments. Remember that the premise here isn’t to assign blame or make moral judgments or excuses, but to understand how these characters grew, matured or changed or how they developed their expectations and interpretations of the world around them.

There were areas where Yashiro, as a full formed adult, still refused to be challenged, mostly because he had adapted and learned how to be self reliant, but unfortunately also because he interiorized an image of himself as someone unlovable, as a consequence of his parents’ behavior and later his unrequited feelings for Kageyama. Yashiro can absolutely find love. He fell in love twice, other people have fallen in love with him before, he doesn’t want to hurt others, he generally cares, he has gained much better social skills than those he had as a teenager, he is still an eccentric but not unreasonable or crazy. The problem is that he doesn’t know how to accept romantic love because he doesn’t recognize the feelings of being loved. The new experience is confusing, disorienting and scary, nauseating, because he lacks points of reference. He can’t go back to a foundation in love, an original self that is pure and secure and healthy, because his parents didn’t help him build it or deliberately destroyed and reshaped it with fear. Romanticism poses love as a good, natural, inevitable human thing, implies an ideal world where everyone has that pure healthy self and if pain and hardship are inevitable in life and each person is wounded, they must get to heal normally or simply by reaching back and restoring that pure and secure and healthy self as much as possible. If it was parental love/care and responsibility to offer the best condition for the self to be that way, then it will be the love/passion and commitment of a romantic partner to help healing the inevitability wounded self later in life.

I don’t think it was pure coincidence that in the same chapter you have these two different scenes not far from each other. Doumeki has been left behind and he is reminiscing about the events that brought him to this point. I am still focusing on Yashiro now, so that I haven’t properly talked about Doumeki, who has his own wounds within him, but as I mentioned last time, Doumeki experienced betrayal, especially regarding his father, after he already had a foundation in a family with a sufficient amount of care. Even if his parents weren’t especially doting or his experience was so much at odds with his sister’s experience inside the same family, he still developed normally, if not very reserved or able to express himself only through controlled physical aggression at kendo practice. We see in this memory another element, Doumeki playing normally with other boys and having fun. When the chapter goes on showing Yashiro in a flashback, we see him spying on Kurobane’s nephew on Misumi’s order. But we also see him as this uncomfortable nineteen years old who is an outsider and feels like one when confronted with normal children playing normal games.

I’d really like to write a proper analysis of the confrontation between Yashiro and Doumeki in the car in chapter 32, because I think that conversation is a very good example of two people coming from completely different places and confronting each other without reaching a solution that would work for both of them, because of lack of understanding and the extreme difficulty to communicate. We see very well here how the dynamics older/younger and realist/romantic play out. Scenes like these, where they talk, get to know each other, they are there and they were frequent even.

For now, I just want to underline another example of Yashiro looking at children with a foundation in love/safety from the outside and having to wrangle with that feeling of alienation. How can he take part in that same world as these people, how can he be part of the same world Doumeki lives in? Since he is going to meet Hirata and he doesn’t know what might happen there, his only choice is to leave Doumeki behind, but since he doesn’t obey anymore, Yashiro has to push him away and, if necessary, intentionally hurt him. Doumeki tries different strategies to stay, and Yashiro seems to relent on occasions, but when the time comes, he takes the gun and shoots.

Again a long post, and I don’t know how much I have accomplished with this. Between phone calls and my cat giving me the stinky eye because I am two minutes late to feed her, although I had mentally prepared to tackle the part about Doumeki, I recon I am going to leave this part as it is and continue the analysis later. Hope you don’t mind, I am not great at planning things out. So this is again to be continued…

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru analysis #yashiro #doumeki chikara #manga analysis #yoneda kou #eri reads saezuru #of course I have a cat

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alexanderdanner · 11 months

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The most recent mini-episode of @greaterblogston was a particularly personal one for me. In the past, we've acknowledged that both Dimitri and Michael have ADHD, but it hadn't come up directly in the text of the show until now. I had the script brewing in the back of my head for a couple of years before I actually wrote it, but I knew it was one that had to happen--if not for the sake of the show, then because I simply needed to write it. We started Greater Boston and completed the whole first season before I got my own diagnosis and started treatment. But finally recognizing that part of myself, and finding ways to finally begin working *with* that part of myself has been a huge part of gaining a better understanding of myself--how I work, how I live, how I manage relationships, how I make the choices I make--my ADHD plays a role in all of it. And recognizing it in the patterns of these two characters and how I was writing them was a very real part of that journey. Bringing them to the point of actually talking about it directly was important. Although the two characters experience their ADHD differently, there are aspect of my own experience in both. There's more of me in Dimitri (I'm excitable, and impulsive when I get excited about something. Like...starting a full-cast fiction podcast even though I had no experiences whatsoever in audio production) than Michael (I fortunately don't tend toward harmful or self-destructive impulses), but Michael's fears about using medication were my own. I don't personally have a history of substance abuse, but I've certainly seen enough of it in my family. My biological father was a lifelong heroin addict, and he died as a consequence of his addiction. The shadow of his addiction has loomed large over my relationship to just about anything potentially habit-forming, especially knowing my own tendency toward both impulsive and compulsive behaviors. I worried what turning to a controlled narcotic for help would mean for me. The conclusion I ultimately came to was that worrying over an addiction to a medication that I *needed to take anyway* was incoherent, especially considering that my presentation has never led me to substance abuse issues in the first place. (In fact, I've been very relieved to realize that one of the signs that I'm heading toward a bout of depression is that I *lose* interest in the cocktails that I usually enjoy.) I started on Adderall, and it has made a major positive difference in my life. My fears were not just unfounded--I have better control over my behaviors than without it. Which is not to say medication is the right choice for everyone, or that the fears I had aren't valid for others. It's complicated. But for me, it was the right decision. It was unintended that this episode would come out during the current Adderall shortage, but is nonetheless fitting. My access to medication has been unreliable, and I've had to go weeks at a time without. This has meant revisiting the ways I used to struggle, and seeing much more starkly what a difference treatment has made for me. But man, it sure is frustrating.

#greater boston podcast #greater boston #audio drama #adhd #adult adhd #addiction #mental health

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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May I request Ryuken Ishida General yandere HCs please.

With the Bleach Anime currently airing, I’m in high moods for Bleach related content.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, controlling behavior, strictness, threats, warnings

Yandere Ishida Ryuken Hc’s

◻️ Ryuken keeps a more aloof and distant behavior from most people and his darling is absolutely no exception to this. He's frostily polite and that's it. It is due to this constant enstranged attitude of his that you never realize his growing feelings, quite a stark contrast to the Quincy himself. Ryuken senses whatever is starting to form inside of him at a very early state and forbids himself to see you in order to stop before the situation slips out of his grip. The difference in behavior is hard to recognize, Ryuken keeps to himself most of the time anyways. The Quincy would like to pride himself in his ability to focus on the task in front of him yet hearing your name being mentioned is enough to break his concentration for a short while as he can't help the slight impulse to eavesdrop. In especially weak moments he's caught himself staring at you. He's a work-oriented individual yet he finds that his s/o becomes a extreme distraction.

◻️ He spends a lot of time thinking about how to handle this situation as it eventually dawns on him that ignoring you and avoiding you won't do any good anymore. He's already too deep in. There is a sense of disappointment from his side as Ryuken can't help but feel let down that he couldn't get a grip on his own emotions. His wife Katagiri has died years ago and there is a initial feeling of hesitation since he still has a sense of loyalty. Countless days and nights are spent thinking about the pros and cons before it becomes a bit too much for him with his dwelling obsession and he decides to give in to his darker side. Ryuken is possessive over you as he has already lost his first wife together with the lingering thought that you are the catalyst for his obsession so it's safer keeping you close to him. He's meticulous and obsessive, remembers everything he perceives from your body language to your expressions and not afraid to manipulate and reprimand you for something that goes against his strict set of rules.

◻️ Jealousy is too much of a bother for Ryuken and he definitely refuses to be petty like this. Most certainly there are problems if his darling shouldn't be his partner at that time yet he absolutely won't interfere. He throws occasional glares as a hint of disdain is written on his face yet he turns away if anyone should look at him. If his darling should work for the Karakura Hospital he has an advantage as the Director, especially if whoever spends time with you also works for him. In this case he simply uses his influence a bit, makes sure to separate you two nearly all of the time with different tasks and is much more willing to chide and rebuke every small mistake he notices in them which is sure to put them in a bad mood. He wouldn't go so far as to fire the person since he needs his staff but life definitely becomes harder for them and you alike. In a relationship he won't get jealous simply because he expects you and others alike to not flirt with someone who is taken.

◻️ It's not a topic worth thinking about too much for Ryuken, maybe because he'd like to not admit how far he might be willing to go. Sure, Hollows are no problems and even if he despises his title as a Quincy, he is more willing to use his power and skills if it is to protect his darling, he is oddly protective at times albeit every bit as strict. Humans are different though even if Ryuken knows that there are scumbags even under them. Keeping a cool head is the key though even if his tone is cold and his words and the look in his eyes are almost sort of condescending. It is quite a simple system with him, he wants everyone away he sees as danger for his s/o and allowing them to still spend time with his s/o is rare to nonexistent, even if his darling wants it. Underestimating him will be a mistake.

◻️ He's so insanely controlling and strict even before he somehow convinces you into a relationship but this all becomes tremendously worse as time passes by. He wants his s/o to work since he surely won't coddle them and let them rest, they should be able to earn their own money too. Despite that he forces his own schedule on you, it's especially bad if you really work in his hospital. In that case the time where you wake up, the food you consume during the day and the time where you head home are supervised by him. If you have other plans, he wants to be informed beforehand and not on a too short notice since otherwise he'll be annoyed. If you try to break up with him, he'll end up belittling you a bit but weirdly enough he'll let you leave if you remain stubborn. You have a gut feeling that he has something planned though and you're damn right with that.

◻️ Ryuken doesn't want his darling being too much of a lazy person so he sometimes even pushes them to work since he expects at least a bit from s/o. The only times when he will be willing to allow you to rest is if you're sick or injured in which case you will end up being scolded if he catches you working. You might infect others or simply only put unnecessary strain on your body which might only worsen your condition. In this case he ushers you to take time off until you're fit again which are a few moments where his more protective side shines through. I'd wager that his son realizes that his father is at one point obsessed and even calls him out for it which ends in Ryuken denying his son's words whilst simultanously warning him to stay out of this. The relationship between those two is frozen as it is, good chances are that you end up trying to restore the father-son-bond somehow.

#yandere bleach #yandere ryuken #yandere ishida ryuken

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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HIIII!!

I just found your blog and I love the recent crossover of MadCom and OFF!

Although, I've been wondering this for a while:

Do you think Hank would enforce the laws of "I licked it, so it's mine", but would make it biting because it was a lot more his style? I mean, I don't think anyone wants to argue with the grunt whose face is half metal and could probably bite someone's head off with those sharp teeth of his.

And if he does bite to claim, what does that entail for our dear Player who is looking mighty bitable in Hank's view?

Thank you!!

-Seashell Anon

(TW: Biting, marking, maybe the tiniest bit suggestive?)

Hello Seashell Anon! :) This is a really funny idea. I think that generally speaking, Grunts in the AU are at least a little more animalistic than humans so the act of trying to "claim" things is probably pretty meaningful to them. Most grunts rarely try to do it intentionally though, just because there's little point to trying to keep something safe and to yourself in the wasteland that is Nevada.

Hank's different in this regard; he's far more likely to just give in to whatever impulses hit him and, of course, this includes being territorial as well. His stuff is for his use only. Don't touch his gun, don't touch his knives, keep your hands off of his food and his clothes, end of story. I can definitely see him putting ownership over this stuff too, either from etching something in it if it's a weapon (likely a kill count), or just straight up biting it if it's food or anything that he notices others take a huge notice in. That's like the ultimate version of a claim to him.

And oddly enough, while the others did think his antics were really weird (because really, why would you bite something like a gun or clothes?), they honestly didn't expect him to try and claim you that way too. (Well, Deimos actually had the thought of it, but it was written off as being too outlandish by Sanford and Doc.)

(More under cut because omg this idea is so good)

But when they see you lounging on the couch next to to Hank after a mission, they're shocked to the core to actually see him nip at you. It's affectionate (far too much than they were comfortable seeing), just a quick little press of his teeth against your palm as you survey his maskless face for any scratches. They're only horrified further when he does it a bit farther up your arm (a visible spot near your wrist) and you only chuckle in response. How weren't you perturbed by this in any way??

(You didn't know why he was doing it, but it reminded you a bit of a puppy, so you let it slide. Plus it's not like he was really hurting you. Maybe it was just a grunt thing?)

Cue Deimos pulling Doc and Sanford back and hissing at them. ("I fucking told you this would happen, didn't I?") While they whisper at each other about what to do and glower at Hank, he just turns his head in their direction and tilts his chin up at them, infuriatingly smug. And this only gets worse the longer you're around him too. Light mouthing turns to nips with more pressure at random times, ensuring that you'll have a light mark on you for a little while. Other grunts should recognize who your most favored vessel is, and more importantly, who exactly is protecting you. You were his Player, just as he was yours to control. You raise a brow when this happens, but rationalize it as an accident. Though this doesn't stop you from teasing him about it:

"You know, if you keep doing that I'll start biting back," you joke as you look down at the tiny bruise on your arm, and the other three stiffen from their place in the room. Deimos chokes on his cigarette (again), Sanford looks down at his hands with a mixture of indignation and shock, and Doc stands up to go find a mission to get Hank as far away from you as possible right now. Because everyone who's even the slightest bit acquainted with Hank's behavior knows that it's probably what he wants to happen.

He's always been yours after all, and a mark to show it would make it more official. He'd never thought about it before, but the image of your blunt teeth pressing deep into his skin and leaving behind a clear sign of ownership made his breath hitch. You'd do that for him? Claim him as your own for everyone to see?

(He'd have to do more to make sure you were serious before proceeding. But if you were, as he was now hoping, maybe he could ask you to apply a bit more pressure than he'd usually do on you to make the mark a little more permanent. Plus, you already know he's tough, just please claim him already, he can handle it!)

#tw: yandere #tw: biting #ask #i ❤️ anons #seashell anon

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 2 months

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Yooo askbox open :]

Could I get a Castlevania matchup, one female and one male character? I am fine with poly, and also the more background characters :]

I'm a bisexual guy. Once I'm past my initial `terrified of everything' and 'extremely withdrawn' phase of anxiety, I'm very energetic (though not very loud) and flirty. l love all fields of science, especially mathematics and physics. Very nerdy/ geeky, and I also paint and practice

l have a very impulsive and ADHD -type of humor, though it always takes me a moment to recognize any word-play. I'm very much a thrill-seeker, and things that tend to make other's squeamish don't bother me in the slightest. I suppose for the sake of the series, gore and acts of sadism don't really phase me, at least, to the extent that I am a spectator.

A/N: Okay for you, my Flirty, ADHD-Humor Anon, I think your best Castlevania matches would be Godbrand (Male) and Greta (Female)! [Note: The writer of this ask dmed me specifically to say they were fine with more minor/background characters, just in case you were wondering how I ended up choosing these two for them.]

Godbrand, believe it or not, would be a great match for you! He is very energetic, and flirty when he wants to be. Well, he tries to be flirty, but more often than not he comes off as kind of an ass, but that’s just part of his charm!

As a Viking and a sailor, Godbrand has a particular interest in science, mostly astronomy, and geography, but he enjoys listening to all the knowledge you’re willing to share about mathematics and physics. Despite what you may think, Godbrand is rather intelligent. He may be brash and lack tact, but he does pay attention to the emotions and behaviors of others. Every once in a while his arrogance gets in the way, but for a vampire, he’s rather attuned to the mental state of those around him.

I think he’d pick up on your impulsive tendencies and ADHD-type humor fairly quickly, although that may not be a good thing, as he can be rather impulsive himself lol. The both of you are thrill seekers, so neither one of you is there to act as the stubborn voice of reason in all the escapades the two of you get up to. It drives all the others crazy, but neither you nor Godbrand pay them any mind.

Godbrand loves to show off all his combat skills to you, and he is so glad you don’t run away screaming when he demonstrates how he takes down a five-man human army all by his lonesome. He wants to show just how strong and capable he is as a mate, and this is his way of doing so. (It’s kinda sexy if we’re being honest lol.)

Godbrand will ask you to bear witness to his prowess, and then paint him something that captures his essence. You’re gonna need A LOT of red paint for such a scene.

As an INTJ you balance out his ESTP. You tend to be on the introverted intellectual side where he’s all about the immediate action. You are a great value to him, especially in how you can talk over his ideas, and help him think about them in a more nuanced way. You’re impulsive as well, but also an analyst at your core, so you are all for cheering him on: it’s just that you want him to go forward most successfully.

Who knows? The two of you together might have even changed the course of S2. Godbrand would want to act on Dracula’s noncommittal attitude, and you’d be the perfect partner to talk out a well-thought-out plan with. Instead of brashly confronting Isaac with his half-cooked idea of betrayal, perhaps the two of you as a team could have spoken to Dracula, and see if you could change his viewpoint on erasing all the humans and vampires of the world.

Greta is also a great choice as a partner for you because she’s smart and no-nonsense, but also wise enough to appreciate the energy and zest you have for life!

Greta is quite understanding in your, as you called it, ‘terrified-of-everything’ phase of anxiety. In a world full of creatures who are constantly trying to kill you, who in the hells wouldn’t be? So many of her people live with the same anxiety and fear, and as their leader, she feels responsible for reassuring them all will be well. She knows what you need to hear to calm down, and she understands this is something you need to undergo to take any next steps.

She is drawn to your energy, and how flirty you are. She, being the self-assured woman she is, flirts right back. Your fire is a welcome addition to her otherwise very realistic, sort of strict outlook on life.

She’s a leader, she needs control. She manages everyone, and it’s a difficult job. To make things easier rules and orders that are put in place. You on the other hand are impulsive, and rowdy at times. You challenge the stubborn rule-follower in her and push her to be more spontaneous and to accept the things she cannot control or change. This is also very much in line with your MBTI types, with you an INTJ, and her an ESTJ.

You’re similar enough to have a great understanding of one another, but just opposite enough to push a little where they pull. Greta challenges you to stay grounded, and to think ten steps ahead, to consider the logical consequences of potential actions.

She appreciates your love for science. Science is the future after all, and her people will need all the knowledge they can get if they are to advance their lifestyles and survive.

The fact that both of you enjoy a good thrill is great and very much necessary in this universe. She understands you’re not keen on combat, but not everyone is. She’s just very grateful you aren’t constantly breaking down or throwing up when you catch a glimpse of her spearing a night creature through the middle. It would be very disheartening for her to protect the love of her life and be met with only fear and disgust.

The other trait you share is that both of you are freakishly nonchalant at times. Night Creatures? Eh. Attempted murder? Eh. Vampires? Eh. It’s all just another Tuesday for you, and so long as you have each other, you figure the both of you will end up just fine.

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