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I don't write requests or comms for minors as this blog does contain NSFW content.

I will also not write NSFW content of underage characters. If said character has a canon age where they are an adult, I will for the adult version of that character (ex: Bakugo from MHA, Ichigo from Bleach) non explicit content for underage characters is fine.

No non-con, rape or fetish content that involves unsanitary bodily fluids.

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Send me some requests for hazbin plsssss I’m itching to write them!! Drabbles, headcanons, scenarios whatever I'm so down

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Communication is Key

Lucifer Morningstar x f!reader

After an argument with Lucifer, you ask Angel Dust to take you out on the town. The problem is, you've barely left the Hazbin Hotel since you've arrived here, and you purposely leave without telling your overly worrisome situationship of your whereabouts.

18+ and tags under the cut! || 3,472 words

TAGS: conflict, possessive!Lucifer, frottage, some brief non-con touching from Valentino to move the plot along, no use of y/n, drinking, biting, brief description of blood, non-penetrative sex. Reader is new to hell.

It wasn’t always easy being with the king of hell.

Not because of his status and power, no.

This man had issues—serious, deep-rooted problems spanning multiple millennia. Your meager human existence, both alive and in the afterlife, could not begin to comprehend the complexities of his mind. It honestly intimidated you at times, knowing you would never be able to understand the full extent of all he’s seen and lived through.

And as far as you were aware, therapy was still a foreign concept to the denizens of hell.

Your shoulders felt tense, a stiff pain radiating from the back of your neck up to your head. Your fingers clenched painfully into the plastic cushion of the bar seat, your eyes staring blankly into the swirling glitter in your drink.

“C’mon. Seriously?”

Your attention is forcefully pulled to the man beside you when his long, white fingers slide your drink over to himself, downing it in one go.

“If you’re not gonna drink it, someone has to.” Angel says with a shrug, “Listen, I was serious when I said you needed to let loose. Whatever you two got goin’ on…just forget about it tonight, alright?”

You sigh, having the decency to look apologetic, “I’m sorry. I’m really trying, it’s just…” You pause, your eyes roving over the carefree bodies of the bar. The music is pleasant and energetic, something you’d normally be dancing to. Laughter and loud chatter ring over the beat, permeating the air and infecting its patrons with excitement. All except for you.

“Just what? I know he’s the big, bad king and all, but that doesn’t mean he’s perfect; he’s divorced for crying out loud! Let him spend some time alone, missing you.” Angel pleads, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. Angel’s smile is infectious, and he’s patient with you while you stew in your misery. You’re sure he’s itching to join the dance floor, and you feel bad for holding him back.

He was right, and you knew it, but the urge to check your phone was overwhelming. As if sensing your train of thought, Angel stands from his seat and begins pulling you towards the crowd, grinning back at you.

Once you’re thrown into the thick of it, it does feel easier to let go. The strobe lights are hypnotic, and the bass rattles through your bones. The few drinks you had managed to finish earlier haven’t quite worn off, making it easier for you to sway with the beat. Angel eggs you on, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close to him. You dance, pressing against each other to discourage drunken partygoers from sliding in. Neither one of you was interested in grinding on random strangers.

Your friend's face lights up, and he twirls you around excitedly, his voice barely audible over the music, “See! You got it, just let the music take over.”

You laugh and dance along with him. He was right, the loud music and flashing lights make it easy for you to forget your worries. You dance, and dance, completely oblivious to the calls and texts flooding through to your phone in your back pocket.

—-------

You’re not sure how long you and Angel were at it; time works differently in hell. You’re still getting used to that.

You finally stumble out of the bar, holding each other up, your laughter ringing through the empty street. You feel sticky from sweat and exhausted. Your feet are sore, your voice hoarse from screaming over the music all evening.

Angel is slurring through a recount of the many men who attempted to grip your waist on the dance floor and how he valiantly defended your honor when you see a long and imposing figure heading your way.

“Angel, baby~”

Angel’s demeanor instantly changes, limbs stiffening and rising to his full height, his grip around your shoulders tightening.

The figure saunters closer, a haze of pink smoke surrounding him. It smells cloyingly sweet, almost immediately taking over your senses.

“H-Hey, Val.” Angel stutters, and warning bells go off in your brain.

Angel had briefly recounted his experiences with Valentino and the other Vees in the past, telling you sternly that should you ever find yourself in their presence, go the other way. It was a warning that Lucifer had agreed with at the time, but Lucifer felt that way about most sinners, so you weren’t sure how much of it to believe.

“I didn’t know you were out tonight, you should have texted me~” Valentino purrs, circling his arms around both of you, his face unnervingly close to yours. His grip around you both is firm, invasive.

“And who is this little cordera you’ve brought with you?” he asks, turning his attention to you, much to your chagrin. The sweet smell surrounding him is nauseating, and you stretch your neck as far away from him as you can.

“We were just leaving. It’s late, I’ll see you tomorrow, Val-“ Angel starts, attempting to wiggle out of the man’s grip, only for the moth man to pull you both even closer to him.

Your heart begins to pound, the alcohol leaving your system fully. Angel is clearly nervous in this man’s presence, intimidated. It’s such a shift from his normal confidence and carefree demeanor that it has you on edge. This guy must be bad news.

“You don’t want to introduce me to your friends? That’s so rude,” Valentino pouts, and his long fingers tighten around your wrist, pulling it towards him and sniffing. “And such gorgeous friends at that, what’s your name, little cordera?” An unpleasant shiver runs down your spine, tugging your wrist away from him.

Angel struggles more in his embrace as Val grips your arm, "Seriously, Val, knock it off! She ain’t—“

Valentino shoves Angel roughly aside, turning his full attention to you, his multiple arms keeping you firmly within his grasp.

“You must be new around here; that’s okay; it can be a scary place, but I can help you.” Valentino drawls, his lips twisting into a toothy smirk. His fingers trace up your arms seductively, the other hands keeping your wrists in a vice grip. It’s both gentle and threatening. Pink smoke wafts from his lips as he leans in closer, dizzying you, drawing you in. You feel weaker than before, and it’s not the leftover alcohol. As much as you want to run away, your body feels frozen and pliant.

You hear Angel’s loud protests as Valentino continues to mess with you. A large hand snakes from your wrist to rest heavy on your throat, not wrapping around it, just sitting there, warm and imposing. He leans down close to your ear, his voice low and growling, “Don’t be shy, come with me, and I can keep you safe-“

“She’s not interested.”

The spell is broken abruptly. You hear the flap of wings and clicking footsteps moving towards you with a purpose.

Lucifer.

Valentino’s hands release you almost instantly, backing away.

“Your highness, what a pleasant surprise,” Valentino says, his smirk stays in place, but he’s already taking his leave. It’s clear this is a fight he’s not willing to pick.

“I was just leaving, take care, little lamb~” are his parting words before he’s gone in a puff of more pink smoke.

You let out a shaky breath, your head swimming and heart still pounding. Angel runs to your side, apologizing profusely as though this was somehow his fault. Your skin is crawling; the whole interaction felt so violating.

Lucifer’s eyes follow Valentino as he exits, and the expression on his face is one you haven’t seen before. His jaw is set tight, arms crossed around his chest like he’s containing himself in some way. His breathing is quick, his eyes bleeding from glowing gold to blood red, and he almost looks like he’s trembling. Shaken. His gaze lands on you, and his shoulders relax, the red of his sclera fading ever so slightly.

“You okay?” He asks curtly.

You nod, “I’m fine. Thank you, both.”

Lucifer exhales sharply, “Good.”

The air between you is charged with tension, and Angel clears his throat awkwardly.

“Well, I think I’d better head back to the hotel, alone. Yeah. I’ll, uh…see you later.” He says, giving you a pointed look before sauntering off, leaving you and Lucifer alone.

You’re not sure what to do next. Lucifer is just staring at you, his eyes are severe and filled with a multitude of emotions. You can almost feel how silently angry he is, and it brings out your own irritation. The last conversation you had with him didn’t end well, leading to your rebellious exit from the hotel.

“We need to talk.” He finally says.

You bite your lower lip, averting your gaze from him.

“I suppose we should.” You respond, short and clipped.

He grumbles something under his breath, opening a portal and leading you through. The streets of hell transform into a dark room. The smell of fresh apples and dust wafts through the air. It’s too dark to see, but your feet land on a rubber yellow duck, and it squeaks loudly in protest.

You’re surprised that he’s teleported you both to his palace room rather than the hotel, but you don’t comment on it.

With a snap of his fingers, he lights the candles around the room, bathing the room in a warm, dim glow.

“I haven’t paid the electric bill…”

“You pay an electric bill?”

He doesn’t grace you with an explanation, his eyes glowing bright as they focus on you. The anger is still present, but underneath there’s a touch of desperation, confliction.

You’re both silent for a moment longer, staring each other down awkwardly like you’d done moments before. You cross your arms around your chest, looking away. You refuse to speak first, to apologize. You haven’t done anything wrong.

Lucifer sighs deeply, scrubbing a hand down his face in irritation.

“Why did you do that?” He asks you, finally breaking the silence.

“Do what?” You retort.

“You-!” He starts, his voice slightly raising before he reels himself back in, “Leaving the hotel! Not telling me anything, ignoring my calls, I mean–” He pauses again to let out a breathless chuckle that comes out more of a wheeze, “I was worried! I know we had that fight and then…I just expected you to at least tell me where you were going, and then I find you in the streets of hell flirting with that creepy moth guy–”

“Flirting?!” You shoot back, hackles raised at his terminology, “Did that look like flirting to you?!”

He stalks closer to you, closing the distance, his finger raised and pointing accusingly, “Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you put yourself in danger.”

“I’ve barely left the hotel since I got here!” You say, your voice rising a few octaves, “So sue me for wanting to get out and explore. We were having a great time until Valentino showed up.” You sink further back into the wall behind you, subconsciously distancing yourself more from Lucifer as he moves closer.

Lucifer’s jaw clenches. His hands twitch like he wants to grab you, pull you closer, and make you see reason, but instead, he places them beside your head, resting against the wall to loom over you, “It’s dangerous. You don’t know what they’re like, what they’re capable of. I do, because it’s my fault in the first place.”

“And this?” he continues, gesturing between you both, “This…stupid fight, it’s not just about tonight.”

You know that, you do, but you can’t help the anger that rises in your chest from his statements.

“So I’m not ever allowed to leave the hotel?” You ask him, low and testing, your eyes glaring up at him in the dim light.

“Not allowed?” His resounding laugh is sharp and humorless, “Is that what you think this is? You think I just want to lock you up in a cage and keep you like some helpless pet?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You sneer.

The tension rises exponentially, and his fingers shoot out to grip your jaw, eyes flaring dangerously red.

“Is that what you want?” He asks, his voice lowers to a rumbling growl, “Is that why you’re doing this? You want me to do that to you?”

It’s not what you want at all. You know he knows that too, but the closer he presses into you, his fingers tight around your chin, his warmth and scent overtaking your senses, the more you want to play along. Lucifer is a wild ride of emotions on any given day, but true anger is difficult to come by. It’s exciting and terrifying all at the same time, reminding you of who he really is.

You don’t know how to answer, so you give in to your base temptations and shoot forward to kiss him, gripping your hands hard in his golden locks and pulling him into you.

Lucifer is momentarily stunned, his eyes widen, and he pulls back with a harsh breath, eyes meeting yours in confusion.

You lick your lips, not backing down.

His lips spread into a grin, and he’s pulling you in for another kiss, his lips meeting yours roughly in a clash of teeth and heavy breathing.

He pushes you, your back meeting the wall with a thud. You feel a clawed hand gripping your leg, running teasing fingers down the soft length of your thigh. His fingers trail up and down before resting on your inner thigh. The ridges of his knuckles brush against your core as he pushes the fabric of your dress up and away. You inhale a sharp breath, and he takes that opportunity to hook his hand under your knee, lifting your leg and hoisting it over to rest near his hip. He keeps it there, his grip firm and unrelenting. It spreads you open for him, giving him the room to press his body against yours. Effectively caging you between him and the wall.

He groans, low in the back of his throat, his forked tongue snaking through your lips and meeting with yours. His other hand stays gripping your jaw, applying the slightest pressure to keep your head still and your lips open for him.

Lucifer devours you with a passionate hunger he can’t seem to control. You struggle to breathe in his grip, and with his mouth working against you. It’s wet and messy and full of unbridled emotion. Your hips move of their own accord, twitching upwards to meet the hard arousal pressing against your underwear.

He shudders, tightening his grip under your knee and hiking your leg up farther on his hip.

He pulls away from your lips, panting, to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. The tips of his sharp teeth ghost over your jugular, and you shiver. He licks and sucks down your neck until he reaches the top of your shoulder, his claws roughly pushing the fabric away to expose the skin there.

His hips thrust forward suddenly, driving you further into the wall. You can feel how hot and hard he is through his pants, and your mouth waters, arousal pulsing hard and fast through your veins.

“Lucifer…” your voice is rough and airy, the pitch rising with every move he makes.

Lucifer moans against your heated skin at the sound of his name on your lips, and he chooses that moment to roll his hips into you again while biting down hard onto your shoulder. His sharp teeth cut through your skin painfully, deep enough to scar and draw blood.

It hurts, and you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as the feeling of his teeth ripping into you combines with the electrifying ache of his hard cock rubbing against your clothed clit.

It’s such a teasing feeling, and your body clenches around nothing. Your mind wanders, imagining how good it would feel for him to actually be inside of you, and you almost come at the thought.

The newly opened wound on your shoulder pulses with dull pain, but his serpentine tongue is there to gently lave at the indentations, lapping up the beads of blood with a pleased hum.

“That’s gonna leave a mark…” he says quietly, smugly cutting his low-lidded eyes at you with a grin.

You feel unbelievably warm, still fully clothed. Your skin is sticky with sweat, and your chest heaves as he presses his hard length against you, just keeping it there. It twitches with enthusiasm, his tip nudging you perfectly even as he stays still.

“You’re so wet, I can feel it.” He purrs, his lips close to your ear, and he begins moving again, rocking against you with precision.

You choke out another groan of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders and pulling him even closer. You’re dizzy with lust, unabashedly meeting his rutting with your own. His hands slide up on your thigh, teasing his fingers along the edge of your soaked underwear as he rocks into you, nails pulling the fabric ever so slightly so that your swollen clit is pressed hard against the silky material, able to feel every press of his cock.

“Is this all you wanted? Some attention?” He asks, fingers finally slipping under the fabric to slide through your wetness. Your hips jerk, feeling overly sensitive to every touch.

“Luci- Please…” you whine. Your hardening nipples brush against the rough fabric of his suit jacket as he presses closer, pressing prominently through the fabric of your dress.

He tilts his head to the side, his cocky grin unwavering even as you beg. You don’t even know what you’re asking for. Something. Anything. More.

His lips ghost close to your ear, a clawed finger finally sliding up your pussy to run slow, teasing circles against your clit. The movement glides perfectly with how much you’re dripping for him. All the while, his clothed cock continues to nudge at you.

“You’re mine. All mine.” He whispers, voice lowering to a growling edge that sends shivers down your spine.

You whimper incoherently in response, too distracted by the electric pleasure as he flicks your swollen bud.

He tuts, the hand still holding your leg up digs into the fleshy skin of your thigh, and he rolls his hips hard into you. The circling around your clit slows to a halt. “Say it. I need to hear it.

“F-Fuck—Lucifer-“

His fangs nip at your earlobe roughly, “C’mon, almost there…you can do it.” He encourages sweetly, but his tone is laced with a possessiveness bordering on desperation. He needs this.

“Yours….” You gasp quietly, and his finger begins its torturous motions once again. “Y-Yours, Lucifer, I’m yours.” You manage, your toes curling, and the leg hitched over his hip goes taut, digging into his side, your muscles sore.

He hums appreciatively, rewarding you with a faster pace. The sound of the slick movements and your breathy gasps fills the space between you. You feel his tail wrap around your ankle, twitching against your skin restlessly.

“Good girl,” he gasps, the motion of his rocking hips stuttering, “T-That’s good. So good—oh fuck.”

You can’t take it anymore, and the guttural groan he lets out as he thrusts against you again sends you over the edge. He watches you, enraptured as your head flies back to hit the wall with a loud thunk. Your leg locks around him, and your nails dig roughly into his shoulder as you come with a desperate whine. Your legs tremble, his motions not stopping while he rubs you through your release. Wetness coats the inside of your underwear and drips down your thighs, staining the front of his pants.

“That’s right, so beautiful, so good for me—oh-“ his blubbering praise dies on his tongue as he’s brought over the edge. His rolling hips quicken into uncontrolled movements before stopping, coming with a shuddering gasp. His lips meet yours again in an open-mouthed kiss, desperate to be as close to you as possible.

Your lips part with both of you breathing hard and fast, limbs relaxing as you both lean into each other. He runs a gentle hand down the back of your head and kisses your sweaty forehead.

“Well, that was a good talk.” You remark as you both come down from your respective highs.

He laughs breathlessly, knocking his forehead into yours. His smile is so sweet it raises your pulse even higher.

“Good enough for me.”

———————-(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)————————-

Ao3 link

Cordera= spanish for lamb (I think, please correct me if that's wrong!)

Requests and comms are open, hmu. Hope you enjoyed :)

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Wanted to come on here and say that I'm no longer taking comms on fiverr and kofi. DM only! I'll make a better post later and delete the old ones, but there's been some confusion so wanted to clarify!!!<3

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MOMENTS PROMPTS

Lifechanging grocery store parking lot sunset

Sneezing while driving

Laying on the floor so hard you wish they’d invent lying down 2

Texting passionately in the waiting room

Making way too much soup

Can’t find a bandaid

Whatever the next straw is, it’s gonna be the last one

Sudden burst of energy well past bedtime

How’s it going?/ Well, haha, (doesn’t answer)

Long awaited snuggle

Stepping out of the shower with an epiphany 

A kiss interrupted 

Walking proudly out of the store with the most perfect little object

Trying to keep a special gift a surprise at any cost

Exactly what you needed to hear, one way or another

Dropped soda cans on the ding dang concrete

What in the world is THAT doing in the trash?

Getting it together. Or else

Man, that’s going to stain…

Waking up from a dream that felt too real

Finishing each other’s sentences 

Can’t stop laughing to the point of hiccups

Just grateful to be alive honestly

Cold, grumpy, and stuck. But stylin

Recalled a sick fact on command and thus won the conversation

Saved SO MUCH MONEY it feels like defying god

Yeah no that’s moldy oops.

Tiny child in awe of you in a public space

Someone is deeply impressed by skills you weren’t even that proud of…until NOW

Haha, uh oh. Here we go again.

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Kenpachi Zaraki with a witchy reader?

[Hello!!! Hope you manage to see this despite how long it's been but I really enjoyed writing this!!!! Heavily inspired by that one meme that's like "my hot witch wife, me doing whatever the hell she wants" you know the one,,,,lol]

[Female reader] [Just fun and cute] [Kenpachi Zaraki x Witchy!reader] [Slightly spicy at the end!]

“Y/N…” 

“Hmmm?” You looked over from your spot on the floor, covered in ash, herbs, and candle wax. Various crystals of all shapes, sizes, and colors surrounded the two of you. Right in the middle of your room, in a meticulously drawn pentagram, lay the fearsome captain of squad 11. 

“This stuff is making me sneeze…” Kenpachi complained, sniffing slightly at the tickle in his nose from all the incense. Despite his complaints, he stayed put in his spot. 

“Aw…” You frowned, feeling a bit bad. You leaned over him, smiling down at him sweetly and brushing a stray piece of sage away from his cheek. “We’re almost done. Can you hold out a little longer?” 

He sighed, looking up into your puppy dog eyes and realizing there was no escaping this madness. “Alright.” 

You giggled with excitement and got back to work on your ritual. Kenpachi was a rather large man, so you had initially struggled to fit him in the circle correctly but with enough maneuvering you were successful. His legs were partially under your bed, but hey you’d take what you could get. You were curious to know if your spells would work on the captain, already being a spirit and all. You had only ever done spells on yourself and other living beings so this would be an interesting experiment! 

This was a simple spell, nothing too drastic just in case it did work. A small love spell, not one that would force anyone into anything, just something to…spice things up a bit. You hadn’t told your boyfriend what was supposed to happen for fear of influencing the outcome. Kenpachi, being the ever-patient (only with you, it seemed) man he was, was allowing you to do as you pleased, despite his disbelief in your craft. Turning back to your books, you double-checked that all the ingredients were in place. 

“Alright, we’re ready!” You announced, clapping your hands together. “Close your eyes, and try to relax, okay?” You said to Kenpachi. 

He grumbled something under his breath and closed his eyes, his arms folded over his chest. He still looked a bit tense, but this would do. 

You moved to stand over him, closing your eyes and holding your hands out you began to murmur the words of the ritual in a language Kenpachi had never heard before. You felt your mind going blank, your body relaxed and almost in a trance as you muttered the spell. Your fingertips felt warm, and your breathing was slowing down as you asked the gods to grace you with their presence. You felt powerful. With one more deep breath, you concluded the ritual, murmuring your final thanks to the gods and slowly opening your eyes. 

In the dim candlelight, you couldn’t tell the expression on Kenpachi’s face. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing slowly and evenly as if he were asleep. Surely it hadn’t gone for that long? Kneeling, you lightly prodded his shoulder. 

“Zaraki?” You called out to him gently, knowing that a frightened Kenpachi was not a pleasant one. 

Suddenly, he sat up, his eyes open. You gasped and sat back. 

“A-Are you okay?” 

Examining his surroundings, he slowly turned back to you. His eyelids were low, a slight flush to his cheeks. His frown grew into a smirk. 

Quickly and irreverently, he crawled towards you, knocking the crystals and candles away and smudging the pentagram underneath you. He grabbed you by the neck and pulled you close, his face now level with yours and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. 

His voice was low and gravelly when he spoke next, “I don’t know what you did, sweetheart, but it worked.” 

{Hope you enjoyed it! Requests and comms are open, hmu! }

[nyadereafterdark]

can i get 33 with gin ichimaru from bleach?

WOW, it's literally been years but on the off chance you see this, I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the request, I'm obsessed with Gin so never hesitate to request him lol

{{ TW: canon typical violence, cursing, and blood}}

[ reader is written with she/her pronouns, takes place during the end of soul society arc when Gin is leaving with Aizen, reader is the adopted daughter of (guess who hehe)]

33. "Don't leave me behind."

“ICHIMARU!” 

Gin barely had time to be surprised at the voice barreling towards him before he was deflecting her sword from his throat. 

“y/n…recovered already?” 

She looked up at him with a fiery rage he hadn’t seen before, her teeth tightly grit as another yell of anguish escaped her. Her sword lifted again and they began to clash. Gin was faster and stronger, but he humored her. They exchanged familiar blows, dancing around each other. He could feel the strength she was putting into each thrust of her sword. This was not a game, this was pure unbridled emotion. 

She jumped high in the air, flipping over him with a tight grip on his collar as she brought her sword down at his back. He was quick to dodge her blow, their swords clanging loudly as they met. 

She was weaker than normal. Gin may have been a bit more on guard if she had not been injured. She was strong in her own right and coupled with the raw passion and anger she was feeling, it would be a dangerous combination. She swung again, stumbling slightly on her weakened leg--and there was his opening. 

He caught her wrist in a vice grip, her sword clambering to the ground. He twisted just enough to hurt but not enough to injure. She cried in anger and frustration, struggling vehemently in his hold. He only just noticed the tears streaming down her face.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Do you think you can just up and leave after all this? I’ll kill you before you get the chance!” Her words were deadly serious despite her red face and teary eyes. Her chest heaved and her hair was flailing wildly behind her with every word she screamed. Gin had never in their hundred-something years together, seen her so upset. 

Gin didn’t let a single emotion betray him. His usual grin was in place. He sighed, shaking his head as he gripped her wrist tighter and pulled her into his chest. He could feel the stares from everyone around them and he faintly heard her adopted father attempting to intervene, Shunsui’s stern hand on his shoulder being the only thing holding him back. She continued to struggle in his unwavering embrace but her head was buried in his chest and he could feel her warm, wet, tears seeping into the front of his uniform. 

“Take me with you.” Her plea was small, quiet, pitiful and for Gin’s ears only. 

Oh. That was not an option he had accounted for. 

His mind began to race through dozens of scenarios at that moment. The best for him, the best for her, the best for Rangiku, the best for them all… 

The outcome of each was…uncertain, and Gin was an incredibly selfish man. 

He tightened his grip, her struggle dying down to a mere shaking of her shoulders as she sobbed into his chest. 

“Take me with you…” she repeated, choking the words out through a sob. 

He chanced a glance at Aizen, the man’s eyes giving him a warning in return. Time was almost up. 

Gin smoothed a gentle hand through her hair, leaning down to speak where only she could hear. 

“You don’t even know what-”

Her eyes met his, cutting him off effectively with the intensity of her stare. 

“If it’s you, it’s something worthwhile. I won’t be left behind.” 

Gin could have kissed her then and there. She made choices so easy for him. 

The air around them began to crackle with warmth and power. 

“Shoot to kill…” he had never so gently uttered those words. 

In a split second, his sword pierced through her middle and a cry of anguish that could only come from a panicked father filled the air. An inescapable yellow light descended upon them, stopping all who rushed to her aid. She looked at him wide-eyed, shocked but not betrayed as she lost consciousness. He caught her gently, holding her in his arms like a prize he’d won as they slowly descended upwards. 

Someone was screaming below them, his sword slashing manically but unsuccessfully at the shining barrier. Warm blood dripped down Gin’s arms and covered his front. He gripped her tighter to shield his shaking hands, his smile never faltering.

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Thought I’d update my list of fandoms I write for so:

Anime/Otome:

- Obey Me!

- Durarara!!

- Bleach

- Kamisama Kiss

- Code Geass

- Osomatsu-San

- Kuroshitsuji

- Tokyo Ghoul

- Full Metal Alchemist

- Yugioh

- Assassination Classroom

- BNHA

- (I’ve seen lots of anime so don’t be afraid to ask about different ones!)

TV:

- Supernatural

- Hannibal

- The Walking Dead

Other:

- Star Wars

- Star Trek

- Marvel

- Overwatch

- Detroit: Become Human

[nyadereafterdark]

Hellooo ^^ ❤ may I request a fluff with Izaya Orihara x fem!reader who's a completely adorable airhead? Like she doesn't understand why people think he is dangerous! Have a good day and take care of yourself 💖💞

[ SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! I know its been forever but I hope you enjoy this. Hope you’re also taking care of yourself!!!!]

(Shinra’s relationship is whatever you want it to be, I was imagining a cousin or old friend)

{Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader} 

Izaya could not understand her no matter how hard he tried. She followed him around like a lost puppy despite her friend’s warnings. Izaya knew his reputation and he quite enjoyed it. 

When he first met her through Shinra he had already catalogued her as one of the boring one’s. Despite her bubbly personality there wasn’t much more he could see.

He was so wrong. 

One night of conversation and she was instantly captivated with him. He was shocked at her forwardness but found it refreshing. There was something more to all this cheer-fullness. 

So he allowed it, letting her have her fun and follow him around. 

She would often do things like hold his hand or interlock their arms. A simple stroll together in the park would turn into her practically holding her. He thought it was strange at first but came to...tolerate it. 

Perhaps she thought they were dating? Were they? No, impossible. 

“Shinra told me I should stop hanging out with you.” She’d said one day. 

“Oh? And why is that?” he responded with interest. 

“He said you’re dangerous, but I don’t get why.”

“You don’t?”

“No! I think he’s just jealous, there’s no way you’re dangerous you’re always so nice to me.” She huffed. Izaya had thought she’d at least known something was up with him by now. He had started to be more transparent with her and it was hard for him to keep his facade with her hanging around him all the time. You can only fool some for so long.

“Am I nice to you?” He asked, he was genuinely asking, had he been nice to her? He didn’t think he was acting that differently. 

“Of course! You always hold my hand, you buy me my favorite sweets and you even let me sleep in your bed when I stay over.”

Oh, he had done those things. 

To Izaya’s dismay he found himself blushing a bit. “W-Well...I wanted to do those things.” 

“See!” She yelled, “You are nice! Totally not dangerous, I swear the next time I see Shinra-...” she trailed on, ranting about how wrong Shinra was. 

Izaya stared at her with genuine wonder, how had she slipped past him? How had she reeled him in like this? 

He’d get to the bottom of it, but for now he’d let her stay in this little spot she’d created for herself. 

Izaya didn’t like sleeping alone, anyway. 

[nyadereafterdark]

hello! um could you do izaya with a girl who shares a similar pov but is opposite personality wise like she is just really sleepy a lot and just really soft with a kawaii aesthetic and he gets a crush on her and they like confess and cuddle and just pure fluff, please and thank you? I like your writing a lot!! ^^

[ I would just like to say, IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG, also this is a bit longer than I intended but I hope you enjoy!]

{Izaya Orihara x Fem!reader} {fluff} 

{TW: mentioned abuse (its still fluff I promise alksjf)}

Izaya liked to think of himself as someone with patience. Cold, calculated, and cunning, an impenetrable wall of deceit and intelligence. In fact, he was a god on earth. As such, there would be no one on this earth that could reach his level and penetrate his defenses. There could never exist someone with the ability to weaken him.

Or so he thought.

The day he met her was his downfall. Sitting on the stairs beneath an abandoned home, shivering and crying in the cold rainy night.

Being the man he is, Izaya’s interest was piqued. How had she ended up here? Where was she going? Was there someone she wanted to get revenge upon? Izaya needed these questions answered. If nothing else he’d at least be entertained.

“Good Evening.” He muttered softly into the dark, standing above her with an umbrella. “Do you need help?”

She gasped, her body twitching to life. Upon meeting Izaya’s eyes she retreated backwards.

“I-I… um…” She stammered, her eyes clearly bloodshot and misty. “I-I’m okay thank you…”

A grin stretched upon Izaya’s lips as he knelt down closer to her. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, who knows what could happen?” He taunted. She was clearly terrified but he was finding this quite fun.

“You’re right b-but…” She began to his surprise, “I-I don’t have anywhere to go.” She sniffled. Izaya was surprised at her tone. There was still fear present in her voice but it was surprisingly soft and helpless. He peered to her side, a now soaking wet duffel bag tucked closely into her hip. Had she been kicked out of somewhere? Did she run away?

Interesting.

“Well, if you’d like I can find you a place to stay, in fact, my guest room is open.” Izaya was shocked at his own words. He hadn’t meant for it to come out so genuinely. Nevertheless, the smile in his lips and the sparkle in his eye was just as affective.

The girl seemed hesitant of course, who would agree to something so sketchy? But Izaya’s charm is always too great. He can have someone wrapped around his fingers in no time.

“I-….okay.”

Perfect.

——————

Izaya had expected the next morning to go quite differently. He’d expected her to fumble down the stairs, confused and afraid. Izaya would pry into her life and find out what happened and gain some information, or at least someone to mess with.

When morning came around the girl was up before him. Dressed for the day in some ridiculous pink clothing and making breakfast in his kitchen.

Shocked, he walked into the kitchen and didn’t say a word.

At his footsteps she jumped in surprise, “Oh! Good morning, I… I thought as a thanks for putting me up I’d make you breakfast.”

“Oh.” He replied, still stunned and took a seat down at his table. “Thank you?”

“Of course. It’s the least I could do..uh..”

“Izaya .Orihara Izaya.“

“Orihara-san.”

And she set the plate in front of him.

————

That morning Izaya had accomplished one goal. He’d learned most everything about her. After learning she had run away from an abusive boyfriend and found herself homeless, Izaya was surprisingly touched.

She’d told him most everything about her life story as they ate breakfast.

Izaya was captivated by her voice and her confidence. He even found himself telling her bits and pieces of his own life.

They’d ended up spending the day together and Izaya offered her his guest room again for the night. It was late afternoon but she’d looked to be nodding off since breakfast.

One more night turned into 3 weeks and Izaya was finding himself growing more and more attached to her.

He was always captivated by humanity, but in particular he was interested in her. Everything she said and did caught Izaya’s attention. She was one of the most intriguing of them all.

As time went on they learned more and more about each other. She would leave some days for work and never tell him where she was going or when she was coming back (although he quickly found out).

Izaya would go about his day normally, not letting her presence stop him but he found himself excited to see her come home.

This girl was quickly becoming a roommate more than a guest.

Sooner than later her belongings were ending up around the flat. Cutesy accessories covered in bright colors and equally as cutesy clothing. Izaya admired her ability to stand out in a crowd, not caring what other’s thought about her.

Izaya came to memorize her handwriting from notes left on the fridge and could tell exactly how she was feeling just from her expressions. Her smell had begun to seep into the couch cushions and Izaya longed to get home and smell it each day while waiting for her return.

Izaya had originally believed she was nothing but a plaything. Come to find out, their ways and outlooks on the world weren’t so different.

After a night of talking and lazing around on the couch they were having tea. Sitting in front of his large windows they peered out over the city, taking in the lights.

“Don’t you find people to be so….interesting?” She remarked, sipping idly at her tea.

Izaya chuckled softly, “Of course. There’s nothing I find more satisfying than observing.”

She smiled, turning to face him. Her eyes reflecting the city below them. “I love observing you.” She stated. Izaya grinned.

“I could say the same.”

“So that’s why you took me in? How mean.” She pouted.

Izaya couldn’t help but laugh and turn to her.

“Perhaps, and what if that’s true?” He leaned closer, his smirk as taunting as ever.

She met him with the same energy, her eyes glued to his. “I wouldn’t be angry, in fact I only came with you to see what you would do.”

Izaya was stunned into silence. He knew there was something about her but never had he expected her to have such...interesting motives.

“Oh [name], I never knew you were that kind of girl.” He teased, his trademark smirk quickly coming back into place.

She giggled, “There’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Izaya.”

“I’m aching to learn it all.” He responded and dissolved the space between them.

His lips met hers and he decided he would let someone in, just this once.

She slept in Izaya’s bed that night for the first time, his arms wrapped around her waist and her body pressed close to his.

He had found something entertaining after all.

[nyadereafterdark]

Hi guys I’m not dead!!! I’ve seen y’alls requests and I promise when finals are done I’ll have them finished :)))

[nyadereafterdark]

i see you write for bleach? do you play brave souls? if so could you write something with spirit society gin? (;u; if u don’t mind)

Hi! I do actually !! (I don’t have him yet tho :( ) but I love spirit society Gin ! And honestly everything Gin related in general. I’m not sure of his role in the story event so this is just an image I went with. Sorry it’s short(it’s like 5 am here) hope you enjoy!

—-

He was ethereal, like a god.

His sly gaze taunted you as the wind howled in your ears. Without a second thought, you moved towards his outstretched hand.

A sharp fingernail teased at the skin of your palm , stinging your skin like a flame licking at your fingertips. It burned, but you felt alive.

The howling only grew louder as his eyes slowly opened to reveal oceans underneath pale lids. His tails flicked behind him wildly, a light purple flame enveloping you both.

“Is that what you truly want?”

His voice was softer than you’d imagined. a delicate, seductive tone parting from a cruel grin and sharp teeth.

How could you deny him anything when he asked you so sweetly?

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The fox found this amusing, his grin growing to reveal more of his sharp fangs. You wanted them to pierce every inch of your skin.

“If that is what you wish, it will be granted.”

The teasing rake of his fingernail against your palm turned into a harsh grip on your wrist. A nail became a claw that dug deep into your flesh.

You could feel him drawing blood, but you felt no fear, only anticipation.

He wouldn’t be letting go of you anytime soon.

[trickormemes]

One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

[nyadereafterdark]

ahhhhh a blog that writes for durarara!! 👀 that is a rarity, but a pleasant one at that 🥰 i could really use some fluff rn, so how about izaya getting a surprise visit in the hospital (after he got stabbed). she’s kind to him, which is refreshing, and likes to consider him a friend and is genuinely worried about his wellbeing, though she shares his witty and charismatic sense of humour. izaya slowly starts developing a crush on her despite their differences bcuz opposites attract!!

{ Sorry this took so long! I’ve been pretty busy. Hope this is what you were looking for, sorry it’s not as long as I’d like it to be. Please enjoy! (( thinking abt doing a part 2 to this if you’d like! )) } 

[ Izaya x reader ] [ gender neutral reader ] [ light fluff ] 

“Knock knock.”

Izaya looked up from his phone, uncharacteristically surprised at the intrusion. His eyes narrowed, “What are you doing here?” You smiled warmly at him despite his rudeness. “I doubted you’d get any friendly visits, thought I’d stop by and wish you a speedy recovery.” Izaya scoffed, sitting his phone in his lap and leaning back against his pillow.

“Are those for me?” he questioned, gesturing to the annoyingly bright bouquet of flowers in your fist. You shrugged and unceremoniously threw them into his lap, “If you want them to be.”

He inspected the bouquet with a smirk, picking off a few petals. “I’m allergic.”

“Sure you are.”

He hummed lightly and turned his head away from you, you took this as your cue to sit in the chair next to his bed. You waited in silence, knowing that he would prefer the chance to speak first. As much as he’d hate to admit it, you knew Izaya. He wasn’t on his A game right now. Getting stabbed would do that to most people, even someone like Izaya. You also knew that your very presence was throwing him off. Izaya wasn’t used to kindness of any kind being thrown his way, and when unable to prepare his usual snarky disposition he could be caught off guard. You were right, Izaya hadn’t been expecting visitors of any kind. You felt a bit of sadness at this, wouldn’t his sisters even come by? The stabbing was plastered all over the news, you were sure they’d seen it. You knew Izaya was strong, but you also knew he had more of a heart than he let on.

“So you’re worried about my well-being, ne?” He broke the silence, rolling his head to face you with a smirk and usual mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Of course.” you stated, “Why wouldn’t I be? You were stabbed.”

You weren’t sure what he was expecting to say but judging by the look on his face it wasn’t that. His smirk was gone, his eyes no longer meeting yours. He should have learned by now, his little act won’t work with you. “Well you shouldn’t be, I’m fine.” You gazed at him curiously, you could see he was in pain and exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes were darker than usual and his hair was messy. His already thin arms looked downright frail and his face was pallid and sickly. You grinned, “Oh, obviously.”

He ‘hmphed’ seeming to sense your sarcasm but not appreciating it at the moment. He turned away from you again, “Well, you can leave then since I’m ‘obviously’ fine. I have work to do and you’re distracting.”

“Maybe you need a distraction.” You suggested slyly. “Why do you care so much anyway?” He snapped, making you jump slightly. The annoyance was apparent in his voice at this point.

Had you pushed him too far? But that’s what he always needed, a push, a shove in the right direction. Izaya was easily lost in himself and his thoughts and no matter how hard he’d deny it he needed someone to pull him out. So you kept pushing.

“Because I care about you.”

Izaya chuckled lightly, a slow self-deprecating laugh. “I still don’t understand, why after all these years and all I’ve done you continue to pester me.” He had turned to face you once again, his eyes boring into yours with curiosity and a bit of warmth. “Truly, you are fascinating.”

You smiled at this, feeling accomplished. “Mind if I stay for awhile?” You asked, despite your teasing your worry for him was genuine. Izaya would deny his struggles up and down and you’d feel better watching over him for awhile, even if he didn’t really need it. Perhaps you were being selfish.

“Do what you want,” he shrugged, but there was still warmth in his voice, “I can’t stop you anyway.”

The two of you chatted for a while before falling into a companionable silence. Eventually Izaya dozed off after another round of painkillers. Without realizing it you must have fallen asleep too.

When you awoke in the morning you found yourself laying in a cramped hospital bed, your head resting on Izaya’s chest.

[commander-krios]

40 Prompts List

I threw together a bunch of my favorite prompts ideas since I’ve been suffering from writer’s block and need the inspiration. Feel free to reblog!

“I don’t want to stop loving you.”

“We were just pretending to be lovers, but I’m not pretending anymore.. I need to know if you feel the same way.”

“I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, but I didn’t say I couldn’t fall in love with you.”

“Promise me you’ll stay.”

“I didn’t want it to end, I just thought you’d be better off without me..”

“I’ve tried to move on, but no one is you.”

“If this is the last time I see you, know that I love you more than anything.”

“You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.”

“Just do one last thing: Kiss me.”

“Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you.”

“Please.. don’t leave.”

“We were never just friends.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“I miss you every second of every day.”

“I’m trying to forget you the best I can, but damn it, we belong together.”

“You say I got us into this, but you didn’t stop it from happening, either.”

“I always overthink, just let me do something thoughtless for once in my life.”

“After everything… I’d still choose you.”

“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

“You’re too good for this world.”

“How long do we have?”

“Do you think we’re bad people?” 

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”

“We were never meant to fight on our own.”

“We always have a choice.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

“We have to stick together.”

“We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“Don’t leave me behind.”

“How did you find me?”

“Who did this to you?”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“You’re out of your damn mind.”

“You make me feel invincible.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”