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^ Drawing this to kill time while waiting for ep12...

I never thought I'd see their fight animated almost a decade ago, so this is like a small dream come true! (I mean the fact that TYBW came back in anime still feels unreal to me)

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Thinking about kitty!Uryu who would be all possessive over you after you both meet the new neighbor and her foster puppy hybrid Ichigo who uryuu does not like at all because he thinks that Ichigo is odd for trying to rut on you after getting so excited after meeting such a pretty lady

So uryu has to rub himself all over you and make you his again leaving you covered in little bite marks with on your neck and sides from where Ichigo had touched you>.<

And his only excuse is mumbling something about “having to keep you as only his owner because if you take Ichigo in you won’t pay attention to me” and keeps you pinned down on the bed with his tail wrapped around your waist so u won’t squirm around as much

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𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬 | (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 3)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yhwach, Jugram Haschwalth, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, Bazz-B, Ishida Ryuken, Ishida Uryu

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1 | Part 2

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 |

𑁍 Yhwach — Dominant and Assertive Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა The Quincy King is possessive of you to a high degree and would not hesitate to remove anyone who tries to approach you with any intentions (sort of yandere if you ask me). A hand around your waist or shoulder in public to make it clear—you’re the King’s. And look out for the kisses that scream ‘Mine!’

˚₊‧꒰ა You are the only person on this earth and in the afterlife who has some leeway to command or ask him for something without being judged on the spot or removed. And believe it or not, Yhwach will simply smile and respond with an “As you wish, my love/dear.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to being in his presence, you’re the only person who can have the King hovering around 25/8, and it’s not because he wants to have you around, but more wanting to have your undivided attention on him. Often pulling you away from councils to spend time, leaving Jugram to handle it.

˚₊‧꒰ა As the King, the majority, if not all, the noble houses follow his rule. So this invites gifts and the royal treatment. You would like a huge room that connects to a library and a garden? Bet. You wish for diamonds and pearls? Of course! Anything for you once he can display his wealth and power.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you’re a member of the Sternritters, he would prefer to have you assigned close to him at all times wherever he goes. This way, he can protect you from any harm and danger on the battlefield, showing off his grand strengths and feats (gotta make himself look good in your eyes as your protector). He will also assign personal escorts, like Jugram or one of the other Schutzstaffel to keep you safe at all times.

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, you would get to see his domineering aura slip away as he cradles your face, presses soft kisses to your forehead and drapes you in his cloak to keep you warm. His tone softens as you both talk about your future together or as he listens to rambling about some hobby or item you like—making mental notes.

˚₊‧꒰ა He isn’t a man of romantic words—always speaking about the future of the Quincy Empire—but when he does express his heart, which once again includes the empire, he reassures you that there can be no future for the empire if you aren’t at his side. You are his motivation and goal.

𑁍 Jugram Haschwalth — Overprotective Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s like a silent bodyguard HOVERING. He has eyes everywhere on you, and should you mention it, his response is always along the lines of, “It is my duty to protect and ensure your safety, my love. You must be safe at all times.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man who lives on acts of service and will go out of his way to do almost anything for you, whether it’s your favourite drinks or handling a task that gave you a hard time. He is silent about this, never one to speak about it since he believes actions speak louder than words.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, we all know this man is stoic and all about propriety, however, you will get the small and meaningful moments when he cracks a genuine smile or holds your hands amidst the crowd. In private, the way he holds onto you as if he’s afraid of losing you brings out his softer side. Holding you close to his chest as he whispers about protecting you from the harshness of the world.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I noticed you were very close and friendly with that person.” Enough said to let you know that he was jealous. Did he need to eliminate someone who thought they had a chance? It was brewing under his skin, itching to claw its way out.

˚₊‧꒰ა But Jugram being Jugram, wouldn’t further elaborate on the statement but rather spend more time with you so you didn’t need to be around the other person. Anyone who believes they have a chance will be receiving a healthy dose of misfortune.

˚₊‧꒰ა Treats you like you’re made of glass. It can be annoying at times because he fears when you have to fight, always jumping in front of an attack to defend you and never letting you get a moment to act independently during a fight. Yet, it is also sentimental when it comes to affection—his touch is tender as though you would break.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once asked him to train you to fight and despite his silent demeanour, you could see the questions floating around his head. “Why? What for? I’m here to protect you, aren’t I? Am I not doing a good job? Did someone harm you?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Will lose his mind (silently) if you ever decide to wear something revealing. It’s worse when you walk around, flaunting how you look as other Sternritters ogle your body in the outfit. He’s ready to pop a vein, and you can feel his intense, cold stare. Bazz-B and Askin make sure to tease him, which earns them glares.

𑁍 Askin Nakk Le Vaar — Playful and Flirtatious Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა This man could never take things seriously and is always up for jokes and games. Very touchy. Always poking, pinching, biting and turning everything into a competition for the sake of laughter and seeing you both happy. Amidst the fun and games, it’s also the perfect opportunity to make himself extra flirty. “Oh, come on, you know you can’t resist my charm.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eccentric. And you will have to endure his quirkiness which is mostly shown through the gifts he gives you and his sense of fashion. One day he comes in looking like a peacock and the other, a runway model. There’s no in-between with this man. At least you get to raid his extensive collection of shades.

˚₊‧꒰ა Askin is a cool as a cucumber and not interested in sweating over something that isn’t worth his time or effort. This behaviour extended into his approach when it comes to giving you support. He understands your goal is important to you, thus important to him, however, you shouldn’t pressure yourself and over-stress. Take it easy.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not so much the jealous type with his whole laidback personality but doesn’t appreciate when others overlook the boundaries of what should and shouldn’t be. Masks it behind sarcastic remarks and playful banter, it’s obviously clear that he doesn’t enjoy the other person’s proximity. “Who’s the new friend? Should I be jealous and ready to fight?”

˚₊‧꒰ა With all the laidback personality he possesses, he has his degree of protectiveness ready to use. He knows you’re strong and you can handle yourself, but at the same time, he wants to be your protector. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” And then he proceeds to show off.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his unpredictable nature, you can expect to be randomly cheered up or surprised by him in the middle of doing literally anything. He’ll just slide into your room and mumble something about how he brought you a snack, or ‘Let’s go somewhere, I found a cool place.’

˚₊‧꒰ა The best person you have to compliment you. They roll off his tongue like silk, always making you feel pretty and boosting your confidence, even during the most random times. It could be in the middle of a conversation about something he did as a kid, and he’ll stop to compliment your outfit or smile.

𑁍 Bazz-B — Aggressively Passionate Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა The Mohawk King is fiercely protective of you with a high degree of aggressiveness. Will not hesitate to burn someone to cinders if they mess with you the wrong way or come too close for his liking. “If anyone even thinks about messing with you they’ll have to deal with me.” Just kiss his bald spot and he’ll calm down.

˚₊‧꒰ა Passionate when it comes to expressing his love towards you and also every affectionate, physically. He enjoys having you close to him, like glued to his side with an arm around your waist, while he whispers in your ear about how much you mean to him, and he doesn’t hold back with his feelings. It’s as intense as his powers.

˚₊‧꒰ა Listen, you need to know that people will be getting turned into cinders very quickly once they try to get close and comfortable. With the way he’s always around you, showing you off and having no shame for public displays of affection, people should already know you’re taken by the fiery mohawk guy. “Do I need to turn that person into a burnt piece of steak?”

˚₊‧꒰ა So I mentioned that he’s into PDA, so get accustomed to being pulled into corners of the hallway or gathering rooms to make out, even when others are present—except for Yhwach being around. Hickeys are being left in visible areas for everyone to see what you two have been up to and expect a smack to your ass from time to time.

˚₊‧꒰ა With his possessiveness comes his devotion and loyalty. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for life.” His loyalty to you is unwavering—he’s standing by your stand side no matter the situation, ready to defend and support you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Expect one of his forms of affection to be bold gestures. Showing off with over-the-top gestures, like creating a spectacular display of his Burner Fingers just to impress you. At the same time, you don’t have to worry about the cold with him around. He’s your personal heater.

˚₊‧꒰ა Playful banter is never ending with his guy. You two will be acting like children. “Let’s playfight! Race you to the gathering room! Wanna see me chug this in one gulp? Think you can beat me? In your dreams!” The both of you are always competing over the smallest of things.

𑁍 Ishida Ryuken — Subtle Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Attentive about everything you say and do, given his medical background, and will always make it his business to check up on you, ensuring that you’ve eaten and gotten enough rest. You might get a little scolding when you tell him you have eaten or rested enough.

˚₊‧꒰ა Do not look towards receiving any PDA from this man, I’m telling you, he’s reserved. He just doesn’t want Isshin to see and make a fool out of him. This does not take away from the affections he chooses to publicly display, like giving you his jacket when it’s cold, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb against your skin, a kiss to your forehead or temple.

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about getting sick and being alone or paying an expensive medical bill, Ryuken is here to cover that for you. He’s both your doctor and benefactor, so points for you. He’s always ensuring that your health is well-cared for. As much as he appears calm on the exterior, he’s worried on the inside.

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about him looking at another person, his eyes are reserved for you and you alone. Ryuken’s loyalty is unmatched and unwavering, and he will be by your side every step of the way. That man is there to support you through thick and thin.

˚₊‧꒰ა Likewise, Ryuken’s jealousy is…erm, subtle like him. He can and will get jealous at times, however, he hides it so well (kinda like Jugram). He will become more attentive and protective, spending more time with you when he feels or notices something getting closer. “I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with that colleague. Is everything alright?”

˚₊‧꒰ა In privacy, you will see his layers of reservations peel off with ease, knowing that he can display how much he adores you without someone noticing. Ryuken will more than just hold your hands and have his arms around your waist. Kissing you a lot more which grows more passionate with each kiss and his hands keeping you pressed against his body.

˚₊‧꒰ა Surprises you from time to time with gifts, mostly things you’ve spoken about, and he made a mental note to get them. It shows how much he pays attention to details and the things you care about.

𑁍 Ishida Uryu — Gentleman Simp

˚₊‧꒰ა Uryu is so sweet when it comes to you. The way he gently looks at you with such admiration and adoration anytime you’re speaking or helping him is masked perfectly behind his calm appearance, but the eyes never lie. Not around you. He’s much more patient and willing when it comes to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He would often surprise you with small, thoughtful gifts. Like in winter, he’ll present you with a new custom scarf he knitted. It doesn’t matter if you have fifty million scarves, he still wants to give you the one he made by hand because he cares for you, and it’s better than the others you have.

˚₊‧꒰ა He is a respectful gentleman, never pushing you to do anything your uncomfortable with, and will stand up for you if he notices others forcing you. “If you ever need some time alone or someone to talk to, just let me know. I’ll understand.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You can look forward to his gentle protective nature, always looking out for your safety. If you were walking home late, he might insist on accompanying you. Along the way, he would make some small comments and jokes to bring about a sense of extra security amidst the cold, lonely night. “It’s not safe to walk alone at this hour. Let me walk you home.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably hates when Ichigo and the gang are around, given their nature to snoop and learn that he’s crushing on you. They make everything worse, especially Ichigo and Renji who will constantly tease him while telling you all the embarrassing things about Uryu until he decides enough is enough and fires a bunch of arrows at their asses.

˚₊‧꒰ა Given Uryu’s nature to display great levels of respect, he’s someone who gives lots of support and compliments, ensuring that you know your worth and are amazing in his eyes. Paying great attention to details, that way, he is able to assess the situation and know the right words and encouragement to give. “You’re an amazing and strong person. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You don’t have to worry about jealousy when it comes to Uryu. That was a lie in fact. Uryu would be imagining shooting the person with his arrows like a dart board. He’s similar to his father—not one to come out and admit he’s jealous, but his behaviour would change. Meaning, he becomes more attached even when it seems out of character.

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Ryuken, Urahara Kisuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Jugram Haschwalth, Kuchiki Byakuya

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: female reader (AFAB), fingering, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talking, manhandling, edging (squint), brat taming, top!reader and sub!reader (cuz you know, reader teasing before control is taken away)

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You learn that it’s not nice to tease your lover.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

➳❥ Ishida Ryuken

The soft hum of the air conditioner thrumming in the background while Ryuken scribbled away at his reports was all that filled his office. His office was as spotless as his reputation. You, on the other hand, were much more content with eradicating the annoying sound and filling the room with something more…indulgent.

Positioning yourself just out of his line of sight, you casually leaned against the desk, admiring the way his nimble fingers gripped his pen, or how he would adjust his glasses ever so often, followed by a lick of his lips. Your blouse, deliberately unbuttoned a little too low and revealing at the top, displayed an ample amount of your cleavage which peaked even more with your movements. As for your skirt, well, it wasn’t any better than the blouse—short enough to flirt with propriety, and tight enough to cling to your curves like a second skin.

“You’re working so hard Ryuken,” you teased lightly as you shifted your weight to ensure your skirt strained against your hips and thighs while your fingers idly traced along the polished edge of this desk. “Don’t you ever take a break?”

His pen paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t immediately lift his gaze. Slowly, his deep blue eyes flicked briefly over you before returning to his paper, the muscle in his jaw tightening from the mere glance at you. “Please don’t test my patience,” he muttered, stiffly, too stiff to be stern. In his brief glance, you took in the way his eyes fell upon the swell of your breasts and felt heated.

Leaning closer, your arm snaked around his shoulders, the position allowed for your breasts to almost brush against his arm as you pushed your chest forward. “I’m just trying to help,” you purred and tilted your head to meet his eyes. “Don’t you agree with a little distraction being good for productivity?”

Ryuken’s hand stilled completely as his breathing increased under your touch. Leaning in further, you placed your hand over his, your fingers idly tracing the veins as you licked your lips and leaned into his face. “Don’t overwork yourself to death Ryuken, I’m here to help, remember?” you whispered inches from his lips, ghosting the corner with a phantom touch.

His gaze finally locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. Before you knew it, he stood abruptly, kicking the chair away and reaching out to grab you by your arm. In an instant, you were pressed against his desk—sandwiched—feeling his erection against your ass. “You think this is a game?” he whispered coldly, though his actions betrayed as his hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding them into his crotch. “You’ve been pushing me all day, not having a single idea of what you’re asking for.”

Before you reply with a smart-ass remark, you felt his hands snake under your skirt and pushed your panty aside to ran two fingers through your folds. Your words were swallowed at the back of your throat, and in place was a loud relieving moan. The way his fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing and pinching the delicate nub has you vibrating in his hold, unfortunately, he wasn’t allowing you to control the pace. His other hand gripping your hip halted your movements as he dragged his fingers down to your slit and pushed them in, wasting no time finding your sweet spot.

The whimpers that left your throat matched the sloppy sounds of his fingers dragging through your pussy. Loud, wet and obscene.

“Look at you. Wanting my attention so badly,” he darkly laughed as his hands moved from your hip to grip the back of your neck and pull you upwards to meet his chest. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he kissed your lobe, running them lower to meet the junction of your neck. The combination of his lips and fingers—those sinfully, articulate fingers that massaged every spot perfectly—on your skin left you a gasping mess.

You weren’t sure whether to keep your eyes open, roll them, or have them shut. His digits were sliding deliciously in and out your pussy causing you to clench around them, sucking them back in. “Look at you, so eager,” he groaned into your neck, enjoying the warmth and tightness. “You want more don’t you?”

You nodded because speaking wasn’t a function available to you any longer. Yet at the same time, Ryuken, crooked his fingers against your sweet spot, purposefully rubbing the tips on the area, leaving you gasping for breath. Your fingers were gripping the edge of his desk tightly while you instinctively rocked your hips for more. The pressure was building, and you could feel and hear it coming—the increase in your juices flowing was evident. His hand was coated in your arousal as it flowed from your pussy like you had a leaking tap.

“Ryu…ken, pl–…ease, fuck, yes!” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for in the heat of the moment.

Arching your back and crying out his name in syllables, his lips feverishly worked along your neck, kissing and taunting you further until you could take it no longer. Unable to control yourself, with a wicked crook of his fingers, you shrieked and came all over his hand. However, his fingers continued to move through the tightness of your walls around him, groaning at the sensation as he pushed them deeper. Your body trembled as you reached behind to hold onto him for support, but Ryuken was faster. Just as you came, he pulled out with a loud squelch, spun you around and sat you on his desk.

The sound of his belt unbuckling snapped you out of your haze as you looked over at him unzipping his trousers. His cock sprang free—thick, long and curved, just the way you remembered. At the sight, your pussy clenched and a fresh flow of arousal oozed you. “Ryuken?”

“Did you think I was going to let you off with that alone?” he muttered as he stepped forward and pried your legs apart, pulling you to the edge so your legs could easily wrap around his waist. “You’ve been teasing me all day—there’s no such thing as letting you off the hook with one round.”

➳❥ Jugram Haschwalth

“So serious, as always,” you purred, tilting your head to study his face. His sharp jawline, perfect golden hair, and piercing blue eyes made him appear as if sculpted by divine hands. Yet his cold demeanour gave the impression he was untouchable, unmoveable. “Do you ever take a break from being the right-hand man, Jugram? Or is being the Grandmaster your entire personality?”

His fingers still for a moment—reading the letter was placed on pause—before his gaze flickered to you, and then back at the letter. “I do not recall giving you permission to address me by my first name,” he replied calmly—almost detached.

“Oh, so formal.” You smirked, slithering yourself closer to where he stood against the bookshelf in his study. “Maybe that’s the problem, Jugram. You’re always so stiff. So uptight.” You leaned forward once you were close enough to bridge the gap and allow your body to brush against him. “Don’t you ever want to let loose? Relax? Or is that against Quincy regulations too?”

His hand tightened imperceptibly on the letter, his knuckles whitening. Still, he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, his eyes remained firmly on the paper in front of him, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Deciding to push him further, emboldened by his silence, you stepped even closer and placed your hand on his wrist. “I bet even your soldiers wonder. Does the Grandmaster ever let anyone close? Or are you just as cold in…other areas?”

Unable to recognise the speed of his following movements, you found yourself pinned between him and the bookshelf. Both hands were placed beside your head as he inched his face closer to yours. His jaw clenched, the tension radiating from him was intense, as his breathing sounded strained. “Careful,” he lowly warned.

“Or what?” you pushed, leaning even closer, your lips hovering near his, and yet he made no move to pull away. “What’s the worst you’ll do? Scold me? Deduct my non-existent points from the Quincy honour roll?”

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze. His movements were fluid while he held onto the last of his restraints, and stepped closer, the plane of his chest just an inch away from pressing against your chest and immobilising you completely. His towering form loomed over you, his cold eyes burning with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. “Do you think I haven’t noticed and understood what you’ve been doing all day?”

“And here I thought you were too busy paying attention to your reports,” you quipped with a grin. As the words left your lips, his right hand slid down to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes and maintain eye contact. Your breathing hitched the moment his hand came in contact with your skin. Firm and commanding like its owner, and yet, despite his icy aura, it sparked a heat.

From your chin, his hand gripped the nape of your neck instead, tilting your head upwards. Brushing his lips against yours, you felt your knees buckle under you—thankful for the arm that snaked around your waist. “I believe our situation is quite unfair at this moment,” he whispered darkly against your lips before dipping his head to run his lips along your jaw to meet your ear. “Shall I fix it?”

You felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he pulled away from your body, guiding you to bend over the back of the sofa. There was a faint click of his tongue, sounding rather disappointing, as he bunched the hem of your dress around your waist and saw how you lacked underwear. The sight of your folds all wet and pluff was enough for him to lose a fraction of composure and remove his trench coat, followed by his belt and trousers.

“Look at you, frolicking about with no panties,” he growled into your ear as he pulled you into an arch. His hand came down to slap your ass before he rubbed the area and landed another on the other cheek. With ease, his fingers made contact with your pussy, prompting you to curl your fingers into the plush of the sofa.

He wasn’t gentle as they plunged into your heat, releasing loud squelching sounds as he pushed his digits deeper. “And you expect me to just give you what you seek when you parade around like this?” he muttered rather disappointingly. His cock brushed against your thigh and your pussy quivered, more juices trickled down, something his eyes didn’t miss, making him scoff.

“Look at you,” he continued, “dripped all over and desperate for my touch. Is this all for me?” Swallowing hard to reply, your words were cut off by a loud smack to your ass.

“…Yes,” you choked out as his fingers retracted.

Lining himself to your entrance, one hand on your waist, the other guiding his cock inside, you both moaned in bliss at the sensation of him being sheathed. Unlike most sessions, he would take his time to slide in, however this time, he buried himself to the hilt and gave you no time to adjust to the rhythm of his thrusts as he started his pace. From moaning in bliss, you were whimpering and squealing at the fast and hard pace he set, his hand preventing you from squirming too much.

Leaning down to press his chest against your back, his lips found your ear. “Why are you running? I don’t recall running away when you had your fun,” he stated in between his grunts, pausing to suck his lower lips between his teeth when you clenched around him. “Enjoy this as much as you did teasing me.”

And with that, he pulled you up to meet his thrusts. The loud sounds of his hips meeting your ass as he drove himself deeper, moulding your insides to fit him perfectly as they always did. For every brush of his tip against your sweet spot, you clenched around him and oozed more arousal—the slick sound created by his cock sliding in and out fuelled him to move faster.  

“You wanted my attention,” he groaned with a low growl. “Now that you have it, let’s see how well you can handle it.”

➳❥ Urahara Kisuke

The air in Urahara’s shop was humid and filled with the scent of sex as he leaned against his workbench, hat tilted downwards to partially obscure his face, but not to hide the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His shirt hung open, loose and wrinkled, baring his chest and midsection to the faint glow of the shop’s overhead lights. His breath hitched, a low vibration in his throat as your lips brushed along the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin with the barest hint of suction.

“You’re enjoying this far too much, love,” he murmured in amusement with a hint of a strain. You could sense his undeniable frustration, yet you chose to ignore it.

Glancing at him, your hand wrapped loosely around the base of his cock, fingers trailing agonisingly slow from the base to the tip while your lips followed, littering tiny kisses. His twitched in your grip, swallowing a groan when you lips reached the tip, and your tongue swirled the head. “What can I say? I enjoy seeing you squirm,” you chuckled with a grin before you tongue shifting to trace the underside of his head, just enough to make him groan and buck his hips forwards instinctively.

You watched as his hands twitched at his sides, gripping the edge of the bench as he forced himself to keep still. His self-control was impressive, considering the way you kept your touch deliberately featherlight, never giving him enough to push him over the edge. “Squirming am I?” he panted, though the faint tremor in his voice betrayed him.

You hummed in response and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away entirely to sluggishly give him teasing strokes. His hips buck slightly, chasing the fleeting warmth of your mouth, but you held him firmly, pulling back enough to maintain control.

“Now, now,” he muttered playfully with an underlying warning. “I hope you realise what you’re getting yourself into.”

Feigning innocence, you raised your brow and tightened your grip, your thumb brushing over the sensitive slit at the head of his cock, earning you a delicious groan form him. “Oh? And what would that be?”

He chuckled, though it sounded strained, his knuckled whitening as he gripped the bench harder. “Pushing your luck, for starters.”  

“Oh please, Kisuke. You enjoying teasing, but can never take what you dish out,” you remarked and leaned forward to flick your tongue against him before you took him into your mouth, just enough to make his words falter. You felt his muscles tense under your palm, his cock throbbing against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and drew back slowly. But as he began to let out a groan signally his release nearing, you stopped, pulling back once more and gave him a sweet-eyed smile.

Instantly, his eyes snapped opened, and he tilted his head to look down at you, the faintest glimmer of mischief faded into a predatory look. “Alright then,” he softly said with a dangerous edge. “I did warn you.”

Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your hair and pulling your closer with a firm but not painful grip. The suddenness of it made your breath hitch, your hands reaching out to brace yourself against his thighs as he guided your mouth back to his cock. This time, there was no reason for teasing—his hips pressed forward as he pushed himself past your lips, filling your mouth and forcing your to take him deeper.

“Much better,” he murmured lowly with satisfaction as he held you there for a moment, his cock throbbing at the back of your throat. You wanted to smile at his frustration, laugh even, but when he fingers tightened in your hair to control your movements as he began to guide you up and down his length, the idea was cut. He was far from gentle.

The teasing was clearly over, and Kisuke made it abundantly clear who was in charge now. His other hand found your chin, tilting your head just slightly to adjust the angle, allowing him to slight even deeper. The sound of your muffled moans mixed with the obscenely wet noises of your mouth on him, filled the quiet room.

“Sound like a good girl when you’re not being a menace,” he breathed with a smirk, though his voice was strained, his usual playful tone now thick with lust. His hips rolled against your face, each thrust measured and precise, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement, producing a series of gurgles he seemed to enjoy.

You felt your eyes water as he held you in place, his thumb brushing against your cheek as if you sooth you. Despite his dominance, there was still tenderness in his touch, a gentle reminder that he was paying attention to every little reaction, ensuring you were comfortable as he pushed you to your limits.

“Ah, that’s it,” he groaned, his head tipping back and baring the delicious curve of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he allowed himself to lose some of his composure. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his control slipping as he felt the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his core. “Just like that…don’t stop now.”

When he finally came, his cock throbbed against your tongue as he spilled into your mouth, his cum hot and salty as it coated your throat. He held you there for a moment, his chest heaving as he rode out the waves of his orgasm while his fingers loosening in your hair. As he pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth, he let out a chuckle, his grin returning in full colour despite the faint blush on his cheeks. “Well,” he hummed, “you certainly know how to keep things…interesting.”

“That’s the perks of being with you, Kisuke.” You gave a sly smile and wiped the corners of your mouth before leaning upwards to kiss his cheeks.

➳❥ Kyoraku Shunsui

Shunsui lounged lazily on a cushion near the open shoji doors, his hat tilted back slightly to reveal the sharp edge of his jawline and the teasing glint in his eyes. Or, at least, it had been there earlier. Now, his expression was a mixture of irritation and desire, his jaw clenched just slightly as his gaze followed you like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

You stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the wooden frame of the door. The light fabric of your kimono was loose, slipping tantalisingly off one shoulder to reveal the soft curve of your collarbone. The neckline dipped just enough to give him a hint of cleavage—plump, inviting, and entirely intentional. Your lips curved into a sly smile as you caught him staring again.

“Shunsui,” you purred, your voice low and sultry. “You’ve been staring at me all day. Is something on your mind?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, though the corners of his lips twitched, betraying his amusement. “Now, now, don’t play coy with me. You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

“Oh, do I?” You tilted your head innocently, though your smile betrayed your intent. You took a step closer, your bare feet silent on the tatami. With each step, the hem of your kimono shifted, the fabric parting just enough to give him a glimpse of your thighs. His eyes followed the movement, darkening with each inch of exposed skin.

When you were close enough to touch, you knelt beside him, your movements slow and deliberate. His breath hitched as you leaned in, your lips so close to his ear that he could feel the warmth of your breath.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with sweetness. Your fingers brushed lightly against his arm, trailing up to his shoulder. “About your hands…your tongue on me. Deep in my pussy making me cum…”

His body tensed beneath your touch, his composure slipping as he turned his head slightly, his lips just shy of brushing yours.

“You’re cruel,” he murmured lowly and rough. “Saying things like that and then leaving me wanting.”

You chuckled softly, your hand sliding down his chest as you leaned even closer. Your lips barely grazed his, a phantom touch that left him chasing you as you pulled back. “Am I?”

Before he could respond, you were up again, moving across the room with a playful sway of your hips. The frustration etched across his face was delicious, and you revelled in the power you held over him.

It wasn’t until later in the evening when the sun had dipped below the horizon and the room was bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, that he finally snapped. You were standing by the table, pouring yourself a cup of sake, when you felt it—a sudden shift in the air, thick with intent. Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, firm chest.

“I believe I’ve had enough,” Shunsui growled into your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

You gasped, the cup slipping from your fingers and clattering to the table as he spun you around, his hands gripping your waist firmly but not painfully. His dark eyes bore into yours, the teasing glint from earlier replaced by a smouldering intensity that made your breath catch. “You’ve been tormenting me all day,” he said with a husky rasp. “Whispering all those filthy things, touching me, kissing me, only to dance away like some cruel little vixen. Do you enjoy driving me mad?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he lifted you off your feet, carrying you to the futon and laying you down with surprising gentleness given the intensity burning in his eyes. His hands moved to the tie of your kimono, pulling it loose with practised ease. The fabric fell open, exposing the soft curves of your body to his hungry gaze.

You shivered under his touch, your body arching into him as he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. His lips moved lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as his tongue swirled over the sensitive peak.

“Shunsui,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed against your skin, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he continued his slow, torturous assault. His other hand moved lower, sliding between your thighs to tease your already aching core.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Is this all from teasing me, or were you thinking about this too?”

“Both,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing as his fingers found your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make your hips buck.

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Good. Now let me hear just how good I make you feel, sweetheart.”

Without warning, he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right to make you cry out. He watched your reaction with darkened eyes, clearly enjoying the way you writhed beneath him. As his fingers slid inside, enjoying the way your gummy walls clamped down and sucking them back in, he brushed the tips against your sweet spot, earning a series of gasps. Your fingers scrambled to find purchase onto his shoulders, digging into the planes of his back and not caring that you were ruining his kimono.

Twisting and crooking them with vigour, your body trembled as you felt the fire building and your walls clenching around him. Your voice grew raspy as you clung to him, hips moving in sync with his rhythm to draw out your orgasm faster. The combination of his mouth on your breasts, switching sides as he swirled the hardened peaks between his lips and giving the occasional nips, alongside his thick digits rubbing your spot tipped you over the edge.

“Are you going to apologise, sweetness?” he whispered against your skin, pulling away from your breast to give a chaste kiss to your lips. “Or do I have to make you to beg to cum?”

“S-Shunsui…” you whined when his fingers slowed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he urged sweetly and playfully, compared to the wickedness his fingers were performing below. “Are you sorry for teasing me without remorse?”

Unable to respond, you wrapped your hands around his neck and drew him in for a kiss, loving the gentle hum resonating in his chest as it escalated. Nevertheless, the torturous pace of his fingers remained. Even with the addition of his thumb circling your clit, causing your hips to stutter, he still didn’t give you want you sought, preferring to enjoy the needy whines and pleas.

“Shunsui, please…please let me cum.”

Breaking the kiss to meet your eyes, watching the way your brows cutely furrowed and your lips quivered, he grinned and pecked your lips once more. “I like it when you beg—it makes it harder to resist, especially when you look so cute,” he grinned against your lips. “But I still want to feel how sorry you are. So, let’s see how many times you can show me tonight.”

➳❥ Kuchiki Byakuya

You knew that testing his patience was the most dangerous thing you could do, yet here you were, doing the very same thing. He was reclined against the pillows, his dark hair sprawled out around him, giving him an angelic appearance while his facial expression was the opposite. Those piercing grey eyes watched you with precision as you straddled him, his hands resting at his sides, fingers twitching every now and then with the effort of restraining himself. You moved aching slowly on his cock at a pace that could only be described as torturous.

The soft, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out your pussy and your ass meeting his thighs lightly reverberated across the room. However, as much as you were enjoying the moment, tossing your head back and pressing your hands against his chest for support, he wasn’t accepting your performance. It wasn’t deserving of a standing ovation.

“Must you always test my limits?” he murmured with a faint tinge of irritation slipping through. His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed in a thin line as his eyes flickered from your face to where you two were connected. “You are aware that you are testing my discipline in ways that border on cruelty.”

A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you rolled your hips gently, deliberately squeezing around him. “But you look so good when you’re barely holding it together,” you purred as you traced your fingers down his abs. “I just want to take my time. I think you can handle it, Captain Kuchiki.” Accentuating his title as you languidly rocked your hips, grinding against him at an excruciating pace, Byakuya’s jaw clenched. The only outward sign of his patience—he let out a long, slow breath, his lips thinning as if he were attempting to mediate through your torment.

His response was a low growl, his composure eventually cracking for the briefest moment. Finally, his hands moved, resting on your hips, his grip firm but not yet demanding. “You mistake my restraint for endless indulgence,” he said deceptively calm, though there was an unmistakable edge of warning beneath his words.

Ignoring the warning and leaning forward so that your breasts brushed against his chest as you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can push you,” you taunted.

The shift was sudden, as though a dam had broken. Byakuya’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he sat up in fluid motion, forcing you to squeal in surprise. Before you could fully process the change, he had flipped you onto your back, his movements smooth and efficient. “I tire of your games,” he warned and positioned himself above you.

Your smirk faltered, replaced by a gasp as he thrust into you without hesitation, the sudden vigour making your back arch off the futon. Your nails clung to his skin, raking down his back and leaving red marks in their wake. The soft sound of sweaty skin meeting changed into the loud pitter-patter of his cock sliding in and out your pussy at a faster rate. For every thrust, a fresh gush of your juices flowed out, soaking his entire cock and the futon underneath. A glance at the sight between you two prompted a deep hum in his chest.

“Do you still wish to ‘take your time’ with me?” he asked in a clipped tone dripping with condescension. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he watched your expression twist—jaw slack, eyes shut and pathetic whimpers escaping your lips. Your nails continued to rake across his back as you struggled to find purchase. Every thrust of his was punctuated with a silent warning to not test his patience.

“Y-you don’t have to—oh god���prove your point like this,” you stammered between breathless moans.

Byakuya arched an elegant brow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to reason with him. “You seemed intent on drawing this out,” he muttered in satisfaction, his eyes displaying the same emotion. “Now, we shall do things my way.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter and pulled them higher around his waist to deepen the angle, and the new position sent a jolt of pleasure through your body that left you stuttering his name. His cock was punishing your insides, brushing against your sweet spot with abandon want. You could feel how much your insides were stirring, his cock pushing deeper behind every thrust, making your toes curls. “Tell me, is this pace more to your liking?”

You couldn’t respond with words, your voice lost to the relentlessness of the waves of sensation coursing through your body. All you could do was cling to him, your body trembling as he continued his unyielding rhythm. The expert rolls off his hips as he paused momentarily to ground them against yours, causing his tip to press heavily against your sweet spot leaving you spasming. Your body shuddered as you clung to him desperately. The silent, sinful thrusts Byakuya delivered, each leaving your speech function incapacitated.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a desperate kiss that he returned with equal fervour, his usual restraint giving way to something more primal. His lips moved against yours, hot and demanding as he pried more sounds from you, his hips never faltering.

“Byakyua, please—” you gasped when he pulled back, his name ringing out frantically, unsure of what you were asking for.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he quipped, displaying his rare touch of humour. His smirk widened, clearly satisfied with your incoherent whimpering as the room was filled with the sounds of skin meeting and your breathless, needy moans.

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: love your blog! could I please request an angsty scenario for Hashwalth and Kyoraku, Kisuke where they are separated from reader in fight, and feel reader's spiritual pressure surrounding the entire era, but suddenly disappearing which makes them think that reader died. I hope it's clear? like I imagine that the raise in reader's reiatsu would alarm them since they hope for the best, but them being involved with their own fights makes them worried for their lover.

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Kyoraku Shunsui, Urahara Kisuke, Jugram Haschwalth

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: Not gonna lie anon, I was tempted to make this much more angstier than I wrote. I love a good angst, and my fingers were itching to make it all the more heartbreaking. Luckily, I didn’t since you didn’t specify to that extent. So, it’s still midly angsty. Enjoy!

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader being injured, bloodied and wounded, war and fighting, assumptions of reader dying, reader being unconscious, angst with comfort

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: While your lover was busy handling their own duties, leaving you to yours, you surprise them with your sudden disappearance after your reiatsu spiked, then vanished.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

「 ✦ Kyoraku Shunsui ✦ 」

Rushing out of his fight after subduing Kāten Kyokotsu, Shunsui didn’t expect to perspire in the midst of using Shunpo as he flew through the forest. In the distance ahead, a massive outburst of your reiatsu continued to crackle through the sky, sending signals of distress his way. He didn’t expect you to take his words that literally when he placed his foot down and cautioned you to be more assertive when facing your zanpakuto since it was a force to reckon with and the complete opposite of you.

“Hang on, I’m coming,” he muttered under his breath, his usually calm demeanour replaced by a rare streak of worry. Neither of you expected the rebellion to occur out of the blue, however, when it did, you had your suspicions that yours would not hesitate to attack with aggression. The memory of your strategic and orderly nature clashed with the unpredictability of your zanpakuto spirit, making him fear the worst.

Quickening his steps, no matter how rapidly the forest blurred by, your location refused to appear. That is until the waves of your reiatsu vanished. Clipped like the wings of a bird. Not a hint of where it disappeared to. Just…void, like you no longer existed. Shunsui’s heart skipped a beat, dread settling in his stomach. No reiatsu meant death.

“This is one time when playing games isn’t necessary, sweetheart,” he murmured and pressed his lips into a firm line. Gripping his hat a little tighter, he sped up before noticing light breaking through the trees ahead and coming to what was once lush grassland, now barren with a giant crater at the centre.

Doing his best to keep his emotions under the lid, his eyes were covering every inch of the field, flickering to where possible signs of your body lay. No. He couldn’t think like that. You were alive…just unconscious perhaps. You wouldn’t leave him like that, not without saying good…He needed to stop his thoughts. This wasn’t him. He suffered far worse to crumble this easily.

Sieving through the remnants of forest life, he felt nothing. It was just the sound of debris crunching under his feet and the wind whipping around his kimono. “This will be the first time I despise hide-and-seek,” he whispered and walked over to the crater where he found your zanpakuto neatly sheathed on the ground.

Everything seemed to appear intact, which meant you successfully subdued them, but where the hell were you hiding. Desperation clawed at him, as he searched the forest high and low, calling your name until his voice was hoarse. Just when he was about to lose all hope, he felt it—a flicker of your reiatsu, like a dying ember struggling to stay alight. His head snapped up, eyes wide with determination. “There you are,” he breathed and sprinted towards the source of faint energy.

He found you on the other side of the forest, your body crumpled and unconscious, wounds marring your skin. Relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by concern as he knelt beside you, gently lifting you into his arms.

“Hey, love. Wake up,” he urged softly with a tremble of trepidation. “Come on, open those pretty eyes for me.”

There was a groan, followed by a struggling stir as you slowly regained consciousness. Your eyes partially fluttered open, meeting his worried gaze. “Shunsui…?”

“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” he soothed, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “You’re safe now. You gave quite a scare, you know?”

A weak smile tugged at your lips. “S-sorry…didn’t meant to…gave me trouble—”

“I know. I know,” he reassured with relief event in his eyes. “Just don’t do that again, alright? I don’t think my heart can take it.”

You sluggishly nodded, head pounding and unable to properly shake it as pain from your wounds flared up. His expression softened, and he carefully lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his broad chest. “Let’s get you back. You need to rest and heal.”

「 ✦ Urahara Kisuke ✦ 」

What started as a simple alarm in Rukongai 71st district as rouge Hollows appeared nearby, led to a full-on clash of metal ringing through the night’s air. It was odd and rare for Hollows to appear, even in the numbers they showed up in. Urahara hadn’t expect things to take a sudden turn when an Ajuchas launched itself at you, separating you from him in the heat of the fight. With each swipe of its hands, you were forced further and further away from his side, left to face this beast alone. Something he had no fear in you being able to accomplish—you were after all his lieutenant, apart from the ‘lover’ title.

A quick glance over his shoulder and he noticed you managing, left him calm as he calculated his next steps to take down the three that were encroaching. He trusted your abilities, confident that you could handle yourself. But then, as his mind began to relax, your reiatsu flared—a sudden, intense burst of energy that was quickly snuffed out. His head whipped around in search of you and found nothing. Not even a lock of your hair lying around.

But you were just there moments ago. How long did he take his eyes off you?

Being scared wasn’t something Kisuke was quite known for expressing or feeling, but his heart was racing erratically, wanting to lurch from his ribcage the longer his eyes searched the enclosure. There was nothing for him to make of your presence anymore. The silence was eerie, an unnerving stillness that settled over the field, leaving cold dread to creep into his thoughts.

Just as he was about to step into the forest where the last trace of your reiatsu sensed, the other Shinigami were regrouping, preparing to return to Seireitei and report their findings to Commander Yamamoto. However, Kisuke’s mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t leave without. Not knowing what happened and the possibility of you being out there alone. As the others regathered, he ignored his subordinates who approached him and slipped away with Benihime still unsheathed in his hand.

He was silent and swift with his movements, retracing his steps and eyes scanning the ground for any signs of you. The forest was dense, the shadows long and foreboding which left an unsettling sensation in his chest the longer he searched. His heart refused to accept the possibility that you were gone when he came across scraps of your Shihakusho on the floor, and nearby, laid your sword. But there was no sign of you.

“Where are you?” he worriedly muttered under his breath, gripping the hilt of Benihime tightly. His search continued as his mind raced with worry, the thought of losing you unbearable. However, just when he was about to lose all hope, he registered a faint flicker of reiatsu emanating from a nearby cave. It was weak, but it was unmistakably yours.

Hurrying towards the cave with quickened steps, he was faced with the cool and damp, almost suffocating atmosphere. Doing his best to adjust to the dimness of the area, he squinted his eyes as he cautiously marched across the dirt. And then he saw you crumpled on the ground, beside a giant boulder, your body battered and Shihakusho tattered with claw marks. At least you were alive.

His heart clenched at the sight of you struggling to breathe under the pressure of your wounds. Rushing to kneel beside you, he gently cradled you into his arms, not caring that his white haori was being stained with blood. All that mattered was you. “Hey,” he softly cooed with his emotions skimming underneath. “Can you hear me?”

Your reply was a loud heave, signally that you were unable to speak.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, more to himself than you as he curled you into his chest. His head came down to rest against your forehead, his lips brushing the debris-covered area to leave a comforting kiss. It was more for himself than you, given his shakiness. “You’re okay now. I’m here. I got you.”

A feeble groan was returned, followed by the sensation of your lashes fluttering against his cheeks. Gingerly, he pulled back to gaze at your face, noticing how much you were struggling to open your eyes and meet his worried expression. Thankfully, you didn’t, otherwise, you might have cried at how broken he appeared.

“Don’t move, love. I’ll get you back to Seireitei,” he comforted as he stood with you in his arms, cradling comfortably in his arms where you would be the safest.  

「 ✦ Jugram Haschwalth ✦ 」

Jugram had always been a man of few words, his stoic nature making beneath the depths of his loyalty and conviction. As he stood facing the new Captain-Commander of Gotei 13, Kyoraku Shunsui in the quiet space between the battlegrounds, the air thick with tension, his senses were alert. Kyoraku, ever the playful and laidback one, wore his ever-present grin, but Jugram knew there was no humour in this encounter for him.

“Is that so?” Kyoraku’s voice broke through the tense silence. “It seems you think far too highly of Yhwach proclamations.”

A slight, almost indiscernible tightening of Jugram’s jaw was the only outward sign of irritation, but he remained composed. “You know as well as I do, Kyoraku. The Shinigami reign has come to an end.”

The two men stood in a stalemate for a moment, their words laced with underlying threats, both sides calculating and watching for the slightest sign of weakness. It was then, during this quiet, deadly exchange that Jugram’s senses suddenly wavered. A surge of reiatsu, sharp and unmistakable spiked in the distance, causing his gaze to shift momentarily, as though listening for an echo. The familiar pull in his chest was undeniable. Your reiatsu.

No, Jugram thought, unable to ignore the increasing ache of concern that gnawed at him. He couldn’t let it show, but it was there, gnawing at deeper with each passing second. He couldn’t afford to focus on you now. Not while he was in the middle of a mission. But fate had a way of changing plans and making things worse.

But Kyoraku, ever the perceptive, seemed to have noticed the change in Jugram’s demeanour, the subtle shift in his focus. “You’re looking rather distracted,” he teased, eyes narrowing. “Are you sure you’re here for the Shinigami’s annihilation or distracted by something else?”

Before Jugram could respond with a sharp retort, he sensed Yhwach reaching out to summon his return to Silbern. His spine stiffened, hands twitching as Yhwach’s order was absolute. Return. His heart lurched in his throat, and for the first time, he hesitated. His plan was to cut down this Shinigami before him and set out to find you. The feeling of your reiatsu—fleeting and unstable—pulsed in his mind. He felt a cold sweat breaking out along his brow as Yhwach’s order resonated in the depths of his mind, ordering his return. Yet, as if in defiance, his body froze, his attention drawn back to you.

What was happening to you?

He had never been one to show vulnerability, especially not in front of others. He had been trained to suppress emotions, to act without hesitation, however, in that brief moment, he was torn—torn between duty and the silent bond he shared with you. The pressure was unbearable, but his pride would not allow him to act against his Emperor’s direct order.

And then, as he turned to retreat into the shadows, you were snuffed out. Like flame with no trail. He felt like he was doused with a bucket of ice-cold water. Before things escalated further and he spent another second longer, he walked away in silence with one thing on his mind: you.

His return to Silbern felt like an eternity.

As he moved through the hallway of Silbern, eyes falling calmly on each Sternritter he passed, in hopes of identifying your face. His order was simple, execute RB9 and Cang Du for their failure. He barely flinched when his sword was brought down upon them each, his mind too distant with thoughts of you circulating his head.

You were Sternritter ‘M’. ‘The Marionette.’ There was no way you could be taken down so easily. You had a file on all those pesky Shinigami, so you knew how to counter. Not a single one of them was worthy enough to match your strengths and skills. Who did you encounter and who did he need to make suffer a thousand times over?

Evacuating the room after the execution, not caring about the mess, his steps were slow as he moved through the corridors of Silbern. His thoughts were torn between duty and his hidden, personal feelings. Each step led him further away from Yhwach, yet closer to something he couldn’t ignore. The temptation to leave Silbern and search for you was overwhelming. And yet, his pride held him back. But the more he walked, the more restless he became. His mind, still racing with thoughts of you, finally led him down the long, dark corridors towards the exit.

As he stepped through the archway, he caught the sight of you. Breath stuck in his throat, you were standing there, bloodied, bruised, your clothes torn, but alive. Your eyes met his, and a silent understanding passed between you. The emotions he kept buried within him, swelled.

“You’re alive,” he simply stated, though his words carried much more weight that was unspoken. He took a step forward, an arm’s length apart.

You smiled at him, albeit tiredly. It was a small weary smile, but enough to make his heart ache. “Of course I am,” you replied steadily. “A little bloodied, but I survived.”

His gaze softened as he took a step closer, his eyes scanning your body, checking for signs of injury. You had fought hard he could see that. But there was something in his chest, a sense of possessiveness, an instinct to protect, that tightened his grip on his emotions.

“You should return to your chambers,” he whispered firmly, yet with a lover’s tone. “You’re in no condition to continue as you are.”

Your expression didn’t change, but your eyes softened as you looked up at him, understanding his unspoken concern. “Yhwach wouldn’t accept me returning with a single victory,” you muttered and looked down at his hands, watching the way they curled and unfurled at his side.

“That’s not a decision for you to make.” His lips pressed into a thin line as he fought the desire to hold you, to show you how much he cared. “You will return to your chambers, see the healers and then return to the field. Do not make me repeat myself.” He had given you an order, but it was more than that. He showed you in his own way that he cared. Even though he preferred you off the field after your current events.

“As you wish, Jugo.”

As you sidestepped to enter Silbern, you felt the touch of his gloved hand wrapping around your wrist, before the sudden pull of your body into his chest. He said nothing as he held you in silence, cherishing the thumping of your heartbeat and the warmth of your skin. A remarkable sign of open affection, but acceptable due to nearly losing you.

“Be more careful out there, please,” he stated with a begging whisper. “I still need you.”

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Happy belated birthday Kiana!💜

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Heart for a Heart

(Dark!Sung Jin-woo x reader)

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Synopsis: In a world where soulmates share each other's pain, yours is particularly clumsy.

(Warnings: Yandere, dark content, gore(not done to reader), kidnapping)

It started out small. A few bruises. A paper cut here and there. A mark you never really noticed before. Things that didn't matter.

You never really minded the bond. It's often relieving that somewhere, out there, your soulmate was okay. Okay enough to get scratches and paper cuts. Alive enough to get hurt. You know, people that weren't so lucky so have those.

And then, you stopped being so lucky.

One day, you suddenly had this searing pain in your leg. It was excruciating, you were screaming so loudly you were sure the entire town could hear you. When you’re finally rushed to the hospital, it’s there where your doctors discover the broken leg. You hadn’t done this, however. 

You’re soulmate had. 

It escalates from there. Broken legs aren’t enough; sometimes, you got shattered ribs, torn ribs. Once you got your stomach ripped open by a long sharp object. That had kept you in the hospital for more than a month. At first, people would just assume you were painfully clumsy. All they had to see was your fingers getting crushed by seemingly nothing to get the picture. 

The only upside to this was whenever you were rushed to the hospital, your soulmate was inadvertently saved as well. Giving them some much needed aide when they clearly were in need of it. 

“Maybe your soulmate is a hunter.” Pondered your friend, sitting next to the hospital bed. 

“I hope not.” You mutter back, looking at your newest injury: Stabbed in the thigh. “They’re pretty shitty at their job, then.” 

“Maybe they’re pretty low.” She thinks out loud. “Rank D. No, maybe even rank E? Or they’re pretty high up, so they get the more dangerous jobs?” She shrugs. 

You huff. Somehow, the thought that your soulmate is out there intentionally putting both themselves and you in danger would make this entire situation even worse. You desperately hope this guy was just a clumsy idiot—the type of person who trips over a rock and shatters a whole bone. An accident would be much more forgivable. 

And if they were a hunter, then you hoped they’d have a big enough accident to put them out of commission permanently. 

You were high on drugs. You didn’t mean that. 

You certainly never wanted this. 

You were asleep when it started. Alone, in your apartment. No one was by you. Your phone was on the cabinet. You were alone when it happened. 

You wake up to the feeling of death. You don’t know how else to explain it, but something was looming over your chest, pinning you down until you were suffocating. 

In your panic, you fumble out of your blankets before trying to get out of bed. The moment your feet touches the floor, you stumble, crashing onto hardwood. On your hands, you look back, trying to see what you tripped on. 

Gone. 

Your leg was gone. 

“What the fuck…?”

You’re hyperventilating. You can’t stop yourself. You can’t control yourself. Your leg was gone. It was severed off. You were bleeding out. There was so much pain. So so much pain.

You needed to get to your phone. It was high up on your cabinet, just sitting there innocently, mockingly. You needed to call someone. 

You crawl on the floor, fists clenched tightly together, dragging yourself across the wood, smearing blood everywhere. It was worth it. It would all be worth it if you could just call help. 

There’s a second, and then you’re losing your breath as something slams into your chest, knocking you down. A sledgehammer? It didn’t matter what it was. You’re coughing up blood, retching out your dinner, when there’s another and another. You’re getting sliced. Punched. Beaten. 

No, not you. 

Your soulmate. 

You needed to get to your phone, but it’s miles above you, sitting right on the ledge. Sometime after that, your arm gets cut off, too. You’re clutching at the cabinet, crying out when there’s another stab, this one right in your chest, right at your heart. 

You see it then—carved stone skin, glowing eyes, a terrifying smile. Looking right at you because it saw you. 

You were going to die, you were going to die because of that thing. And neither you nor your soulmate could save either of you. Not this time. 

But your phone is right there, you could get to it if you just–

Your remaining arm give out; you collapse onto the floor. The last thing you see is your blood seeping from your body before you pass out. 

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Death is warm, like sunlight dappled across your face. Death is calm, like birds cheerily chirping out your window. Death is peaceful, like the low hum of your fan. 

But you can’t be dead. You’re still breathing. 

Your eyes blink open. There’s not a remnant of pain, not even from your past injuries. You sit yourself back up, examining your hands, your body, your leg. You still had both of your feet. You wiggled your two hands. You were more than content to just write it off as a dream when you see the blood smear from where you dragged yourself from bed. Your clothes were torn, but your skin was magically fine underneath. It was like last night never happened. 

Except it had. You still remember that face. So many teeth. 

You know you lost your leg. You know you lost enough blood to die. And yet, you were still here. Had…had your soulmate done something? Had they saved you? 

It takes hours to clean up the blood. Thankfully, peroxide gets rid of most of it. You can still smell the faint stench of metal, and you hope an open window would be enough to air it out. 

You still don’t know what happened that night, and when you try to search the Internet for it, nothing comes up. Perhaps your soulmate was a hunter and they just happened upon a rare healing item during a dungeon raid, and that was enough to completely reverse any injuries that happened to you and them. It’s the best theory you had at the moment. 

You can’t bring yourself to dwell on that night. You’d go insane if you kept having to remember that face, those glowing eyes, that hellish grin. You move on, pretending it never happened. 

But ever since that day, something changed. 

Your soulmate stopped getting hurt so often. Instead of getting severe injuries every month, you’d get paper cuts, bruises, and burns. At most, you’d get a large cut or two, but even then, after a couple of minutes, even the deepest cuts would disappear, and your skin would be like it never happened in the first place. 

You didn’t mind the change. If anything, you embraced it. You’d take anything. Anything over being stuck in the hospital for months, wailing over injuries that you didn’t even cause. 

But maybe you should’ve read the fine print a bit carefully. You should’ve been more wary of the change. 

It’s a regular day. You’re out grocery shopping, humming as you toss a packet of bell peppers in your cart. Your neck twinges, like a claw mark. Your soulmate must’ve gotten into another scuffle. You’re a bit pissed, but at least they’d figure out a way to deal with it. 

You aren’t expecting the punch to your gut. 

It sends you flying into the aisle behind you. You crash against the milk cartons, produce flying everywhere around you. People are already clamoring over you, worridly asking if you were okay but you couldn’t answer because of how much pain you were in. You were bleeding, and everything felt broken.

You hadn’t felt this much pain in a while. You’d been growing used to the recent change. Lax. 

Clearly, your soulmate had too. 

‘How’

You don’t recognize the voice. There’s ringing in your head. Someone is tugging at your arm. 

‘How how howhowhowhowhowhow h o w.’

The voice claws at your brain, you’re sure you’re bleeding there, too. It’s insistent, shaky, delusional, repeating one sentence over and over again. 

‘The system made me do it’

You’re above someone–a man. He’s staring up at you with a kind of fear you’ve never seen anyone have before–desperate, animalistic. There’s white-blue crystals everywhere. The knife in your hands is bloody. 

These aren’t your hands. Longer. More masculine. 

“You won’t get away with this.” The man underneath you is stuttering. “You’ll never get away with this.” 

You open your mouth. This isn’t your voice, either. 

“What happens in a dungeon stays in a dungeon. Your words, not mine.” 

The dagger reaches down to cut off his head entirely. And then you’re back in the grocery store, screaming. 

There’s more people gathered around you now. Someone hollers for water. A woman is asking if you can stand. You’re still in so much pain that you can hardly breathe but you hardly give a shit about that right now. 

Your soulmate was a murderer. 

You can still feel the ghost metal of that dagger–how easy it was to slice the skin, like it was nothing but paper. And you still remembered your soulmate’s emotions, buried deep down inside that unbeating heart. 

Nothing. He felt nothing. Only one thought was going through his head. 

‘Use the system.’

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You witnessed a murder. You felt a man die in your own hands. 

You don’t go to anyone. Not the police, not to the hunters association, not even to your own family. You keep your hysteria locked up deep inside of you. You’d believe you. You could barely believe yourself for what you saw. Some days, you genuinely thought you were going crazy. 

But you know what you saw. You know what you felt. 

Apparently, seeing what your soulmate sees is rare, but not unheard of. It typically happens when one soulmate is in a great amount of distress, typically when they’re about to die. The theory is that sharing the trauma between two people would increase the odds of survival. 

You think back to the smiling statue. You think back to that man pleading for his life. Blood was prevalent in both. 

You try looking up ‘system’ and anything of that sort relating to hunters. Unlike your last delve into research, you turn up with nothing. 

You get paranoid. Even you can admit that. You can’t help but avoid hunters these days, even the lower-ranked ones. The thought that one of them could be him makes you want to vomit. 

Or maybe all hunters were like him? Filled with bloodlust, eager to shred skin. Now that you think about it, the man back then hadn’t been all that innocent. You could feel the rage emanating from him as well, the desire to kill. He just never got to fulfill his desires. 

These people were roaming the street, completely free. They received no consequences for their actions what-so-ever. In some respects, your paranoia is justified. His slit throat could one day be yours. 

You don’t see any more visions after that day. Something that you’re extremely grateful for. It makes you think that you could even forget that you ever even had a soulmate. You’d like that. God, more than anything, you’d like that. Soulmates were supposed to be romantic. Every time you thought of yours, you were supposed to get butterflies in your stomach. Not fear. Not horror. 

How many things had he stolen from you? 

Does he even know you exist? Does he care? 

You can’t avoid hunters forever. They were a staple in mainstream culture. Basically ingrained into society itself. Celebrities, politicians, and the reach of hunters was prevalent everywhere. So when the 10th S-ranked hunter in Korea was revealed, you simply had to go and see. Your friends were insistent on it. You reluctantly went, partially out of guilt for constantly blowing them off these days and partially because you were trying to slowly overcome your irrational fear.

It was a grand affair. The press was going wild, and pictures upon pictures were taken. A flash would go off every millisecond. You were in the back of the crowd, and even you were taken aback by how much of a spectacle it was. 

“Can you see anything?” You friend asks eagerly, shifting through the crowd. “I only see cameras!” 

“Same here.” You agree and then you move to a less crowded place, right by the railing. “Oh, come over here, I think I see him–” 

You’ve never seen your soulmate before. 

You’ve only gotten glimpses. Hands, bloodied hands. Clothes, torn clothes. You’ve never seen his jet black hair. You’ve never seen his tall figure. You’ve never seen terrifyingly blank eyes. And yet, you instantly knew. 

It was him. 

That was your soulmate. 

In that moment, he freezes. You regain control of your feet to duck back into the crowd. You’ve never been more grateful for the wall of cameras, a divide between you and that–that–

What even was he anymore?

When you peek over, he’s already walking away, a crowd of hunters surround him. He hadn’t seen you. He couldn’t have, right?  You know the soulmate bond is vice versa, so if you knew who he was just by looking at him. 

Sung Jin-woo could, too. 

You leave without telling your friends. You ignore their calls and messages. For days, you sit in your room, huddled in the corner. You’re waiting for something. A break in the silence. An attack. Him. The only things you do is eat, wait, go to work, wait, eat, wait, wait. 

A week passes. Nothing happens. The Jeju island raid comes and goes; you watch as the entirety of Korea cheers for him, unknowing of his horrors. 

He doesn’t know you, even if all you can think about is him. It’s torture. You wish you could stop. 

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Something that calmed you down these days was baths. Even then, you made sure they were only for special occasions. This week, your boss hinted at the thought of a full-time position instead of being a contractor. Things were going well in your life. You wanted to reward yourself. 

It’s a good night. The water is just the right temperature, and you’re so comfortable you almost fall asleep in the suds. When the water turns lukewarm, you step, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. The soapy water drains into the sink as you dress yourself in warm clothes, fresh out of the dryer. 

It’s a good night. You order takeout, settle on your couch, and play something meaningless. You laugh at the half-hearted jokes the characters make. 

It’s a good night. You’re warm. Your belly’s full. You’re content, and your eyes are drooping. You’re close to dropping when you finally pad into your bedroom. The light’s already on. 

He’s standing right next to your bed, unmoving even when the creak of your door is so loud it’s ringing in your ears. You’re frozen, your heartbeat is so loud. The intruder calmly looks over a picture frame.

“Are these your parents?” Sung Jin-woo asks, “Are you close with them?” 

You don’t answer. You can’t. Your mouth is so dry, you want to scream but your horror keeps you silent–it also, unfortunately, keeps you rooted in place. You’re too terrified to run. In retrospect, you doubted they would’ve let you go far. 

“The King asked you a question.” A voice hissed in your ear. That causes you to scream, whirling around, just in time to spot a monster emerging from the shadows. You don’t know what it is, you don’t care, watching as it fully forms, tall domineering, more insect-like than anything. A monster. 

Panic. You pull yourself into a corner before your knees give out. You’re so terrified you're close to pissing yourself. 

The man doesn’t seem so concerned. If anything, he looks the slightest bit irritated, like the monster’s sudden appearance was an inconvenience more than anything else. 

“Beru.” Sung Jin-woo starts. “You were supposed to be keeping watch.” 

The monster bows, suddenly flustered. “I’m sorry, My King. You see, this one wasn’t giving you an answer, so I thought–” Sung Jin-woo clicks his tongue. 

“Just get lost.” 

It disappears. And then, it’s just you and him. Alone. 

Sung Jin-woo sighed before he kneels in front of you. He’s smiling, like his presence is supposed to comfort you, somehow. You press yourself further into the wall, watching him. 

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, voice soft, you watch as his hand reaches out. “I hope he didn’t startle you too badly. He’s…taking some time to get used to humans.” 

“Please don’t touch me.” 

You’re surprised at your voice. So is he. His fingers stop inches from your skin. Sung Jin-woo waits before he eventually retracts, standing back up. The space is supposed to be relieving. It isn’t. 

You already know what he’s capable of, even miles away. 

“I won’t hurt you.” He starts. “Why would I hurt my soulmate?” 

You cringe at his words. His smile drops ever so slightly. 

“Do you have any siblings?” He asks, glancing back at the portrait of your parents. “Or are you an only child?” 

He’s acting like you two are on some date with the way he’s asking all these questions. Maybe to his deranged mind, that’s precisely what this is.  

“Please go.” Your voice is so low, barely a whisper. “Please please please leave.”

That’s all you can say. Threatening will lead you nowhere. Calling the police on an S-class hunter is laughable. Attacking him is even more pitiful. The most you can do is beg the monster in your room to go away. He doesn’t leave. He doesn’t respond, not to your pleas, at the very least, but his smile completely drops. His face is uncannily blank. It’s terrifying, but you’re glad he’s stopped pretending he’s human.

“I always wanted to meet you.” Sung Jin-woo suddenly says, “Even back when I was an E-class. You…you helped me out of many binds, those days. I don’t think I’d still be alive without you.” 

He’s talking about the days you’d wake up and realize both your arms were broken when you’d be rushed to the hospital for a broken rib. When the hospital staff saved your life, they inversely saved his. If you two had met a few months ago, you’d be overjoyed to hear this, you’d be so glad that your intervention saved his life. 

“And then that dungeon appeared–the statues.” Your heart drops, but he doesn’t stop talking. “I thought I lost you that day. When that statue pierced my heart, I felt you die. I think I heard you for the first time. You were screaming, and then I felt your heart stop.” 

You whimper, trying to push him away; he grabs your face with his hands, forcing you to face him. Your hands grip his wrist, nails clawing at this skin. He doesn’t care, why would a man who’s fought monsters care about a kitten with tiny claws? 

“But here you are.” He’s giving a breathless laugh. “Completely unharmed. The system must have saved you. The system must have known that I would go insane if I lost you.” 

He was already insane. You don’t know when he lost his mind, but you know that it was far before he met you. You shiver when he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. The tears are making your vision blurry. You can’t stop the hiccups and sobs, feeling like you’re on the verge of a panic attack. 

“I know you don’t understand, but I need to keep you safe.” He’s insisting. “I have so many enemies. People who’d want nothing more than to rip you into pieces.” 

You turn away, and he lets you hide from his face, tucking into his chest. His hands–the same ones he used to kill people–find their way to your shoulders, keeping you within his grasp, as though he’s terrified of you disappearing if he isn’t constantly crushing you within his grip. 

“I love you, " he murmurs into your hair, and you just cry louder. “I need to protect the ones I love; I can’t lose anyone else.” 

One moment, you’re in your room, the next, you aren’t. The shadows engulf you. When they disappear, you’re in an expansive room. The ceiling is miles above your head. As soon as Jin-woo releases you, you immediately scuttle away, shuffling into a corner.

“Where am I?” You demand, panicked. “What–what did you do–” 

You cut yourself off when a coughing fit wrecks your body. It must be pathetic from his point of view, for a monster like him. Maybe if he sees how pitiful you are, he’d realize this was all a mistake and let you go. 

He doesn’t. His eyes just soften. 

“It’s okay.” He tries to console when it starts to sound like you can’t breathe. “You’re safe now.” He takes a step forward, but this time, you don’t let him get close. He stops at your closed stature. His jaw works, and you realize how bad it would be if you got this kidnapper, psycho, murderer, irritated with you. 

“My King,” A familiar rasp comes. “My apologies, but the dungeon you requested is starting to open.” 

The same ant monster materializes beside him. Sung Jin-woo frowns when he’s interrupted, but you’re glad his attention is diverted elsewhere. His lips purse, like he’s debating something in his brain. His searing gaze fixes itself on you. 

After a suffocating minute, he steps back. 

“I apologize,” he says, “this must be a lot to take in. I’ll give you some time to adjust.” 

The more he backs off, the more you feel like you can breathe again. But you can’t relax fully. He waves his hand and another monster appears in your vision. A large knight-like monster with a long red plume. His dark armour clicks everytime he moves. 

“Igris will be right by the door if you need anything.” He tells you it’s supposed to be kind, but it sounds like nothing more than a warning. The knight bows to Sung Jin-woo, and you can feel the knight looking at you before he makes his way out the door, stopping at his post.

Sung Jin-woo watches you for a bit, before he finally relents, stepping away to stand back with the ant monster. The shadows run back to him again and then he’s completely gone. 

You’re alone. 

The door is shut, probably locked. Outside, you can hear the knight back back and forth, like a diligent guard. A diligent guard of a prison. 

Slowly, you curl into a ball, and as quietly as you can, you cry. 

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I've noticed a trend with some of my favorite media.

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I have a fic idea, stay with me on this one folks.

I'm a massive Re Zero girlie and I always really liked how Return by Death was handled in the series. I'm also a massive Sunday girlie and the man is in my head rent free 25/8, so I've come up with a half baked idea which I find highly entertaining, but it still needs a lot of work. Here is the gist of it:

The premise is that you, the reader, get summoned to the world of Honkai Star Rail by the Aeon of Elation, Aha. Aha randomly picked a target from our world to torment and gave you the ability Return by Death simply because it wanted to.

In case you do not know, Return by Death allows your soul to travel the river of time backwards to a save point that Subaru (in this case you, the reader) and/or the witch of envy (in this case Aha) deem safe and/or useful. Now, I figured that the Astral Express would end up picking you up along the way but Aha keeps killing you over and over again just for fun. Aha might also wish to mess with other worlds or the people you've started to care for in this universe, which in prompt forces you to kill yourself in order to save your friends from certain doom, forcing you to start from scratch all over again.

I was thinking that Sunday would have something of a cheat code to eventually realize that something is wrong due to his tuning ability. Across your journey you end up developing feelings for Sunday and the feeling would become mutual, but tragedy keeps striking over and over and over again, always dooming someone to die.

Other characters that I'm thinking who would figure out that something was wrong or not right with you would be Welt, Acheron and Sparkle. Honorable mention to Sampo too.

Again, this idea is barely half baked and I basically just stole the plot of Re Zero and applied it to Honkai Star Rail LMAO. I did not intend this fic to be yandere and if I ever did write it, I wanted to do it on my side blog because this main one is only for dark content.

If anyone has any ideas, suggestions or comments, please share them with me. I find this idea to be incredibly entertaining but it would take me a while to actually start the fic. I'd like to at least finish the 2.7 story (at the time of writing this, that patch is not out yet) and maybe work out some kinks here and there.

Thank you for going through this silly idea of mine, mwah mwah ❤️

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PLEASE BEWARE!

There is an account under this tag which I am assuming is a bot. Do not click the link, it is copying a large majority of posts just minutes after they're posted, alongside an IP grabber under the "learn more" link. They have seemingly hijacked alot of Sylus tags, as well as a few other fandoms. Please be careful guys! It posts multiple posts every minute or so... 😡

I accidentally clicked it because my brain sees a link and it's like a magpie seeing something shiny 🤦🏻‍♀️ so we will see how that goes for me lol...

This user posted this and just minutes after, the bot account has stolen it:

If you have recently posted on the Sylus tags it may have taken your posts, so definitely have a check just Incase, that way it can be reported and hopefully disappear soon..

I have edited this post to add other fandoms tags in which I have seen the same account using. A day later, the account is still up, so I am adding these additional tags to spread awareness to prevent anyone from accidentally clicking the link, and also so people are aware it may be stealing their posts. Apologies for irrelevant posting, I just want you all to be safe!

Will delete this once the account has been reported enough to disappear.. just want to spread awareness, sorry for posting unrelated stuff on the tags, I just want y'all to be safe because certain IP grabbers can be very dangerous. 🩷🩷

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That guy is not as cool as you think he is..."( – ⌓ – )

Read more like this that I made with love on my ko-fi here~

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🧲🗡️

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See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/116497359

Friend reminded me this game was out now and my god.

Based off of this gif:

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favouritism.

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Me looking for yandere content the moment I step foot in any new fandom

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Acheron.... Wip....