#bleach x black!reader

[apollostears]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ！︎ʽ︎ 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢

‥︎ uhh idk what to call this. a blurb ? KEEP READING !

‥︎‥︎‥︎ ANGST

“i’ll change” he always said. in the beginning the words sounded promising—︎legit. now, as she catches him in yet another lie, “i’ll change” wretches itself from his chapped lips. the words fall with a loud thud on the cool tile beneath them. the weight of the untold lie weighing it down. she hears it. the same way you can hear when a bowling ball drops on a hard ground. he hears it too. but its a different sound. its the sound of something expensive begin bulldozed to the ground, shattered into unsalvageable pieces. it was the sound of her heart breaking, because she knew what he meant. “i’ll change, but not for you.”

…︎…︎…︎ ❛︎ toji, hawks, sanemi, suna, renji, ichigo, trevor belmont, eren + whoever else ❜︎

[sangorous]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

word count: 1.4k

genre/warnings: angst/none really?

kuchiki byakuya x black!fem!reader

Heartbreak invokes different emotions in someone. It can cause suffering, depression, emptiness, happiness, a sense of relief, and the list could go on. For some, a breakup is their escape from something they're not happy with. For some, it's a never-ending saga of sadness.

For Byakuya, he wasn't sure what he felt. He was relieved that [your name] could finally be happy but felt empty. It's been a year since the couple split, and he hasn't found out how he felt. This was supposed to be their fourth anniversary. Now that he's beginning to think of it, there was a time when he was happy. It was when he was with her.

Four years ago, Byakuya was in a happy relationship. His first relationship and he didn't want it to end. Their first encounter was when she entered his plant shop and looked for [favorite plant]. Instead, she became captivated by his cherry blossom tree in the back.

"I've never seen one in person," she gushed in awe.

"Beautiful isn't it?" he stood beside her as she nodded.

"Here, I can let you through the back to get a better view," he grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked the back door.

He led her through the back, and her eyes lit up. It was beautiful in person. She looked so happy there, so he didn't want to interrupt her. He searched for the [favorite plant] as she stood there.

It wouldn't take him long to find it, considering that he's the one who created and designed the shop, "there you are..." he muttered to himself. No wonder why she couldn't find it. The other plants in its area covered it.

The last thing he wanted was to disturb her peace, so the plant was placed to the side. Whenever she was ready, she could take the plant.

"Thank ya' so much!" she smiled at the long-haired male.

"You're welcome," he smiled back. This was a genuine smile; it wasn't fake.

Since that day, he's been intrigued by the girl. Every day he'd hope to see her, maybe show up out of the blue. That week he'd purposely act like he was doing something productive by the door. Unfortunately, she never came. Or so he thought.

Hearing the little bells make noise, and he quickly and calmly walked over to where the plants were and pretended to work. It was her again. What should he do?

"Good afternoon," he cleared his throat, trying not to peak over her.

"Good afternoon; how's your afternoon so far?" she hummed, looking around at the plants.

"Been pretty slow, might close up early today," he sighed, glancing over at her.

"Yours?"

"Ugh! I Don't know where to start; let's say my afternoon isn't great. Now I'm here trying to find another plant child to ease my nerves," she huffed, looking at various plants around her.

"Do you own a spider plant?" she shook her head no and gestured for her to follow him.

"This is beautiful," she gushed, looking at the plant.

"Spider plants purify the indoor air by eliminating the harmful chemicals that float around you, and I think that it'll help you calm down at times," he took it from the hanging planter.

"I knew if I came back here, you'd be able to help me again," she followed him to the register.

"I'm glad to hear that," he tried his best to hide his red cheeks, but he couldn't.

"How much?"

"Only $20..." he trailed off, waiting for the receipt to print.

"And maybe a cup of coffee tomorrow if you're not busy?" he added while she nodded with a small smile.

"Of course, here!" she grabbed a sticky note and wrote her number for him.

"See you tomorrow," she waved goodbye as she left the store.

Once that door shut, he let a deep breath out. He couldn't believe he had done that; he had asked her on a date. What was shocking was that she said yes.

The following day came rather quickly, and he was a bit nervous. What if she changed her mind last minute?

He was becoming anxious, but he didn't understand why. He was here five minutes early, while she might be on time.

Byakuya sat down at a booth near the door, hoping to grab [your name] just in case she walked in the door. Tapping his fingers on the table, he heard the coffee shop's bell ding. There she was; she looked beautiful.

"Hey!" and his eyes lit up a bit.

"Hello," there was a slight smile as he exited the booth.

They walked over to the counter, where he paid for their drinks and sat at the booth. When they got to know each other, he learned that [your name] was completing her master's degree in [major], and she was in her last year. She realized that he had started his business two years ago and grew his plants in the backyard of his house. He also had a younger sister.

In both of their eyes, they felt like they had hit it off. Especially Byakuya. "we should see each other again... How about dinner Saturday night?" She slowly nodded, trying not to smile.

Agreeing to that date at the time was probably the best thing [your name] could do. Byakuya had this mysterious aura about him that she was intrigued by.

They'd have dates every Friday, but more than each Friday was needed for him. His eyes lit up whenever she stopped by the shop, and eventually, he'd ask her to be his girlfriend.

Despite him not being fully open about himself, [your name] was okay with that. They found a way to make it work, but it wouldn't be able to last forever. A sweet relationship filled with laughter and good times turned sour real quick. Neither of them saw it coming; it was a surprise. A surprise that grabbed them by the neck.

"I do not understand what you're saying..." he trailed off, staring at her.

Of course, he knew what she was saying. He did not want to accept what she was saying. He was not ready for this yet.

"What is hard for you to understand right now? Let's go our separate ways... We're not happy anymore. We try so hard to try and salvage this relationship, and it just leads to more arguing. I'm unsure why you're so scared to open up to me, but I can't keep losing my mind. I ask the bare minimum, but I can't keep fighting you over that," Byakuya couldn't speak. Everything she said was right.

And he knew that once she was right and made her mind up, she was not changing. So she would be leaving for good this time. There were no breaks from each other for two weeks or maybe a month.

"I'm sorry, Kuya... I can't this time," he felt tears falling down his face or thought he did.

Maybe they were in his head. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Why couldn't he? He didn't understand why his body was suddenly paralyzed. His eyelids wouldn't shut. What was going on?

Hearing the door slam told him that everything was already over. He's lost everything. The only person who'd keep him sane. The only person who made him happy. The only person who helped him try new things in life. He couldn't lie; it felt like he got the wind knocked out of him.

There was a "thud," and those knees were dropping on the floor. The silence in the apartment consumed him while he stared off into space. Now his tears began to stream down his face. He lost the only thing that mattered to him.

He opened the heart in his necklace and looked at the picture of the two of them, "you were beautiful," he whispered to himself.

The slight smile on his face was bittersweet. He wished she could still be here to spend time with him again. He was hoping that they'd be getting ready to do something that they'd love, like going to the beach and staring at the stars until she'd let a yawn out, or going on a picnic at an empty area around the park, or even a lovely dinner where'd they'd be in the farthest booth away from everyone.

Byakuya couldn't lie. Sometimes he'd wait for her to come through the doors. He hoped they could restore what they once had, but he already knew it was done. They were over.

He'd do everything right if he just had the chance to be with her again. He'd listen to every feedback she'd given him and incorporate it into their relationship. He'd be more open with her instead of holding everything in or everything back. He'd also let her know how much he loved her and how beautiful she was.

[kkeidawrites]

Unspoken

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Weeks have passed since the Quincy war in the Seireitei, many shinigami were lost to the endless battles, captains had fallen from grace, others had risen in their ranks.

Since then, the slow clean up has commenced and funerals were being prepared for those who had passed on. The Seireitei had become quiet, it became unsettling.

Ever since the death of Head Captain Yamamoto, Captain Shunsui Kyoraku became the bequeathed head captain. A ceremony was not needed for right now, instead, a much needed three week recovery time was granted to everyone.

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The soft padding of tabi covered feet paced quietly down the edge of the engawa, the thuds of the feet could be heard from anywhere inside the tatami rooms being passed by.

The shihakusho swayed almost as gracefully as the way the man walked, his stride full of determination. He stops in front of a sliding door and reached a hand out to grasp the handle of the slide door, a room he wanted to enter. A room he was all too familiar with. The room he was almost afraid to enter.

The formidable, stubborn and aloof captain of squad six, Byakuya Kuchiki, was hesitant to enter a room in his own home. He couldn’t bring himself to even raise his hand to knock first, he felt cowardly about that.

Taking the largest inhale he could muster, he slides the door open, and steps in the room. The washitsu styled room was in well kept condition as the smell of cherry blossoms wafted around the room. With both of the shoji doors opened, the cherry blossom tree just across the garden would be a beautiful sight to enjoy in the spring time; now it being mid-Fall, the only thing left were the bare branches.

The double sized futon laid in the middle of the room, the sheets pressed and comforter ironed neatly. Two dressers sat to the side of the room, a chabudai to the far right with a bookcase standing behind it and lastly a hanging lounge chair cushion. The chair was new and quite unusual from what the 28th head of the Kuchiki clan was familiar with inside a tatami room but, Byakuya wasn’t worried about decor at the moment.

The reason he came to this very minuscule decorated room was to find the cross legged figure positioned in next to the futon, a clothes basket next to them.

They picked up a small piece of clothing, his eyes recognized it as a red kimono, as it was expertly folded and set down in front of them; the process repeated as Byakuya walked over to them. Their back was turned to him as he made his way closer, trying to keep the thudding of his feet to a minimum.

Walking around them, Byakuya was now able to fully face them and carefully lowered himself to sit on his knees, his sitting form a good foot away from them.

The woman in front of him was blatantly ignoring the man in front of her as she continued her laundry. Her load was quite large and it needed to be done days ago, however, with a new weight applied to her it wasn’t an option at the time.

His wife, Y/n Kuchiki, this would be the first time in weeks he has seen her for more than a couple minutes or the simple glance he would be able to receive if he had seen her around the mansion. He had became so busy with work and his duties to the Kuchiki clan that his time with his wife was minimal. They hadn’t even slept in the same room together in weeks, because of work and he entirely put the blame onto himself for that.

“Y/n,” the man calls and the woman places another folded kimono on top a already made pile that sat next to the other three piles.

“How are you feeling?” He asks quietly.

“Fine.” Y/n’s answer was short and dismissive to which Byakuya sighed quietly.

“You are not nauseous still are you?” He continues to question.

“I’m always nauseous.” She quips, flicking a pair of hakama pants out to straighten them out, her flick was harsh.

“Don’t you have work? The servants told me that you had to go and see the head captain and I wouldn’t see you till later.” She says.

“I do have more work-“

“Then don’t let me hold you up then.” Y/n tells him, flicking her hair over her shoulder then rolling it to get a knot out, the popping noise satisfying her.

“Y/n,” Byakuya moves closer to her, the woman continued to ignore him, practically slamming down the next folded kimono onto the tatami floors to make another pile.

Byakuya finally reached out a hand to grab her right wrist, his actions made her stop her from folding any further as Y/n looked down at the folded piles below her. She didn’t even want to look at him right at how upset she was.

“I know I have been away for sometime-“ Y/n scoffs at him and removes his hand from her wrist as gently as possible.

“Two weeks Lord Kuchiki-“

“I said to call me Byakuya when we were home.” He says.

“Well right now, you’re Lord Kuchiki because, you have officially made me very, very agitated.” She berates finally, facing him and Byakuya is taken aback.

“You left me alone, for two whole weeks,” her lips were beginning to quiver as her eyes wavered.

“For two weeks!” She whispers punctuating each word angrily.

“I know-“

“And then, here’s the best part about this, you ready? Not only did you not immediately come and see me when I returned from being in hiding during the war, no, you know what you did? You told the servants to tell me that you were going to be away for a while, and when I asked them, begged them to tell me how long you would be gone, they couldn’t give me an answer!” She fussed throwing down another piece of clothing she subconsciously grabbed before her rant started.

“I was afraid that something had happened to you for weeks! I was worried that if you were hurt, you told the servants to keep it a secret until you were doing better but no, I get no information from anybody about where you were. And when you finally returned home, it would be a miracle to even catch your shadow around the corner before you would disappear.” Y/n was fuming now, her angry eyes watched her husband carefully as he sat quietly.

“I was this close,” she pinched her forefinger and thumb together.

“This close, to storming to the head captain and force information out of him. Punishment, be damned! I’m being kept in the dark about MY husband!” She continued.

Byakuya knew her worries and questions were incredibly valid and unfortunately, his duties as the clan head had taken up so much of his time that it had finally came back to bite him in the ass.

“I know, you are right. I have neglected my duties as a husband and as a future father.” He spoke carefully.

“Byakuya I thought you had died! And if you didn’t die, you stopped giving a damn! I thought you had left me and our baby!” Y/n finally yelled out, startling him.

“How could you think such a thing?” He says breathlessly.

“How could I not?! You have no idea how unloved, unwanted I felt when I barely saw you around the mansion. How the servants would tell me that you wouldn’t be home tonight because you had to work or the clan needed you for something. And don’t think I didn’t see those new scars on your body either!” Her hands cover her eyes as they began to water.

“I knew what I signed up for when I married you but, I felt you didn’t care about me or our baby anymore.” Big fat tears rolled down her cheeks now as sobs broke through.

“You made me think, that you had died and I would be raising our child alone. How could you do this to us, you selfish bastard?” Her tears seemed to double in size.

“Y/n-“ he tries to take her left hand but she snatched it away in time.

“How could you?!” Y/n yells.

“Y/n!” He roars her name as Byakuya quickly grabs her hands in his and brings them to his lips kissing them twice before he stares into her eyes again.

“I would never, EVER, leave you or our baby. Never, Y/n.” He vowed to her and Y/n couldn’t help the soft hiccups leaving her lips.

“I am so sorry,” his apology is quiet and heartfelt.

“The amount of times that I am sorry about leaving you alone for so long is infinite, I can’t even begin to describe how I would ever make it up to you. But, I promise you this,” his left hand lifts her chin to hold her gaze.

“I will NEVER leave you for so long, ever again. You are my wife, and how much I love you and care for you and our child is limitless. And you have every right to know what is going on when it regards to me.” He says to her.

“Then why did you keep it a secret?” She cried and Byakuya closes his eyes to formulate his answer properly. He hated to see his wife so sad, her tears were the last thing that he wanted to see and the fact that she felt so neglected, crushed his heart.

“At the time, I thought it was best to keep you away from anything related to the duties of the clan and insisted to the servants that you stay home and rest. I did not realize how much of my time was stolen from you until today, and seeing you for only a couple of minutes whenever I was home was maddening. I thought it would keep you safe.” He insisted, kissing her hands once more.

Y/n was quiet for a minute to process his answer then gave him a frown, a look dawning upon her face as she pointed at him.

“The next time you leave for so long, Byakuya: I’ll kill you myself.” She threatened and her husband nods in understanding.

“I love you.” He whispers to her and that seemed to unleash a wave of sadness in the woman before him and her next words were turned into blubbers of sobs.

Byakuya moves closer to bring her into his arms. Her head cushioned against his chest as she sobbed harder, gripping his shihakusho while Byakuya’s chin sat upon her hair, rocking them both slowly.

He frees a hand and maneuvers it to place it above her growing belly, this would be the six month into her pregnancy and the small movement he felt in his hand made the squad six captain tighten, his hold on his wife.

“I love you.” He whispers into her hair and kisses her head.

Byakuya knew he wasn’t a perfect man, nor was he a very emotional person his unspoken expectations were just enough to deter his wife into thinking that she wasn’t worthy and for that he would make a vow to change his unspoken words into a voice of change.

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[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

{𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇}

—𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗈

—𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂

—𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖺

—𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺

—𝗒𝗈𝗋𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂

—𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂

—𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗐

—𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗂

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—𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗎

—𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗇

[kkeidawrites]

I’m on my way to read it!

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩�� 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴. 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮. 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ─ 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘤. 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 (𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙡. 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬.) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘮. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵─𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙞𝙩.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(✧) ─ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

𝘬𝘶𝘣𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘐𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘠 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘸. 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. ♡ 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏. 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 - @ 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘹_𝘥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘰3.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑵 𝒀/𝑵’𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑵 ��𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳. Lucid is the word to describe it. She sees a man with skin deep as cacao and eyes as golden as the sunrise she wishes to see first thing in the morning. His locks resembled a white blanket of snow during a perfect winter season. It was safe to say this man was beautiful. More so, ethereal. 

But these dreams weren't ordinary. They were erotic. 

The image of this man popped into Y/N's dreams every night while she slept peacefully. He took care of Y/N, taking his time to learn her body to deliver great pleasures. He'd leave a trail of soft kisses along her flesh to watch how she reacted. The white-haired man enjoyed seeing how a pool of wetness flooded between her thighs. She was weak for him, and he was the same. However, he did a much better job of containing his composure. 

Such as tonight. 

The two stood before the bed, bodies bare as his index finger rested under Y/N's chin to examine her beauty. The warmth in his touch was enough to spread heat underneath her skin. She gazed at the dark-skinned man through lidded eyes, only to set her sight on his lips. They were plush. A perfect shade of mocha. Y/N nipped on her own, eager to feel his lips pressed against hers. The man smirked at her neediness. She was like this every night and it pleased him.

"Focus, pretty," he whispered, which immediately caused Y/N to snap her eyes back to his golden irises. The sensuality in his tone felt like a cool breeze on a lonely night. Y/N now looked at him through her lashes, big brown eyes blown with pure lust, screaming, "fuck me." And he knew that. He knew Y/N wanted nothing more than to be fucked by him. But she had to wait—and she knew this. 

There was just something about his demeanor that made Y/N submissive to a man she didn't know. The first time he appeared in her dreams, she became infatuated. A strong sense of desire leaked from her emotions upon seeing him. He was enticing. Her wet dreams were good, yes. But they were nothing compared to her meetings with this man. 

At last, he would meet with Y/N's lips to slowly kiss her. She knew to already part her mouth so they could connect tongues. His eyes remained open for a few seconds to watch how she reacted to finally feeling his lips, but soon he closed his eyes to relish the moment. His hands would find comfort wrapped around Y/N's neck as the other was used to explore her body. 

Y/N felt her knees going numb from the firm grips he was leaving. He gave her breasts a quick massage, then descended his fingers into her puffy folds, rubbing circles around her clit. She nipped on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before sucking it in her mouth. He hissed at her intense actions before letting out a dry chuckle through their lip-locking. The white-haired man gently tangled his fingers through Y/N's coils to pull her head away from his lips. 

He stared at Y/N, tsking at her behavior and how her chest heaved in desperation. He continued to flick Y/N's throbbing bud in an infinity shape, at which moans that were even foreign to her slipped through her mouth. His pace quickened, and Y/N's abdomen tightened due to a near orgasm. Her eyes lolled somewhere she never thought they could go. However, just when she thought she was about to climax—it was snatched away. 

"I don't recall giving you permission to cum, Y/N. Are we forgetting my rules now?" He spat out. 

"N-No." 

He smirked, enjoying how she nearly crumbled before him. "How badly do you want to cum, pretty girl?"

"So badly, Chika. Please, I want you to fuck me."

"Look at you—so pathetic, desperately begging for my cock. You look so pretty like this." 

The words "I want you" came out in a whisper from Y/N. She begged and pleaded with Chika to fuck her. And he would watch her whine like a bitch in heat until he was satisfied. Although Chika exhibited dominance, he would never allow that trait to get in the way of his cock being marinated in her juices. 

His tongue fluttered across Y/N's neck, ascending to her jaw until he reached her lips again. He released Y/N's coils to wrap his arms around her thick waist, caressing her back and occasionally creeping his hands to knead her soft ass. Without waiting further, Chika swiped Y/N like a feather on the ground to wrap her legs around his waist. 

Chika placed Y/N's back against the nearest wall. He gave her a few more smooches before he returned to her neck to leave love marks. Chika sucked on Y/N's flesh, causing her to yelp softly, but soon after, she whimpered from feeling his cock rest between her thighs. She attempted to give him a few strokes, to which he nipped harshly on her clavicle. Such a needy woman Y/N was. However, Chika is the one to blame for making her this way. 

He held his cock to swipe along her folds. He began taunting Y/N, cooing, "this is what you want, lovey?" She snapped her brows together and eagerly nodded. The sensation of Chika teasing Y/N had her on the verge of despair. Her mouth was held agape, but no words came through. To think a man she met in her dreams could have her on edge like this? Pathetic, she would think. But being in the comfort of her dreams allowed her to be as feral as she wanted.

After teasing, Chika hooked his forearms under Y/N's knees to align himself with her entrance. His cock crept into her pussy, slowly to ensure she felt every inch of him pass through her walls. The thick vein under his shaft imprinted her insides, leaving a lingering feeling of pleasure. He allowed his cock to be warmed by Y/N's wetness, which had a sense of a sauna after a long workout. 

Beauty decorated Y/N's cheeks while being filled with Chika. He was big. Maybe too big for her, but she always sucked him in perfectly. Drool dripped down the side of her lips, similar to the essences leaking from her cunt with every stroke Chika made. 

Those sweet whimpers pulled from Y/N's chest were melodic, increasing in volume every time her cushion was touched. Y/N wanted to be fucked harder. She told him that, and he would give it to her, rutting mercilessly in her pussy. Cock creaming and juices spilling between them. The moans of his name originated from the pit of her stomach, seconds away from cumming—

But he took it away. 

"Chika!" Y/N whined. 

"What's wrong? You wanted to cum? So soon?"

"I was so close, baby. S'close."

He licked the curve of her earlobe before pulling it between his teeth, whispering, "You're so needy tonight, Y/N. I enjoy seeing you this way for me, but if you want to cum—do it yourself."

Y/N's eyes lit with confusion. She parted her mouth to speak. However, Chika continued, "You heard correctly, pretty girl. Since you won't allow me to please you how I want, you'll ride my cock until I give you permission to cum."

Chika sat comfortably, legs spread on the love sofa, to instruct Y/N to return his cock inside her. She was hesitant, being used to Chika delivering her pleasure, but her whiny tendencies left her cumming on her own. 

Y/N held his cock while lifting up her body to bury him with her pussy. Her head lolled, cursing softly due to the feeling of being split open. The returned heat to his cock, also had heat spreading throughout his cheeks. Y/N was tentative about riding Chika, especially in this position, since he would be deep inside her. But that wouldn't stop her from getting the orgasm she desired. 

The second Y/N felt his tip kissing her sweet spot, she began slapping her ass on him. Her hands took purchase on his chest to keep balance. Lust burned in her eyes as she held contact with Chika. Nipping on her bottom lip, shuddering above him. Such obscene noises her cunt created while riding his cock. And her audible moans made it seem like the two were filming a sex tape.

Watching Y/N use him to make herself cum was a pleasant sight. She was so desperate for her release, and he was, too. Chika admired being swallowed by the warmth of her tight, wet pussy. Fat pussylips acted as a turtleneck to keep him warm on the first day of winter. She jumped vigorously on his cock, slamming every once of her weight on him. 

He caressed Y/N's cheek, slowly sinking into the curve of her face to glide two fingers in her mouth, pressing on her tongue. The moans that slipped through her lips now turned into soft pants. Y/N pushed herself on him to ensure she took all eight-in-half inches of Chika. 

"P-Praise me, Chika. Does this feel good?" Y/N managed to stammer through his fingers on her tongue.

He hummed. "I suppose you are doing well. Making such a mess on my cock. There's cream everywhere." Chika removed his fingers to press them into her cheeks to pout her lips. A soft fuck, aired from his mouth. Y/N was so fucking pretty. He was obsessed with her beauty. "Good girl. You look so cute when you try hard like this to make yourself cum."

"I want you to fuck me, Chika. Please."

"Oh? Is that so? I tried to before, but you were so whiny earlier."

"'M sorry, baby. Fuck me. I'll let you fuck me how you want. Please, I just wanna cum," Y/N whimpered.

"Fuck, you made it so hard for me to say no when you're begging like a needy slut like that." 

They say to be careful what you wish for, but Y/N was more than careful. She wanted this. She wanted Chika gripping her love handles to snap his hips into her pelvis, fucking her like a wild animal. Calling her a pretty slut while she screamed his name repeatedly. Pulling his face into her breasts to suck on her nipples. She wanted to be his favorite fuck toy, and she was.

Y/N's body shattered into pieces, being edged by Chika. He would slam a few thrusts into her dripping pussy to pull out a second before cumming to meet with a sloppy kiss. Holding in her complaints of wanting to orgasm was challenging for Y/N–but she had no choice. She felt embarrassed from knowing the leakage of her juices saturating his balls and the sofa. 

Despite that, she continued to clench and unclench around him.

Taunting was Chika's specialty for Y/N. She could complain all she wanted, but based on how her walls fluttered around him, he knew she enjoyed it. But, unfortunately, Chika—even had his limits. Her pussy was too fucking good. At times, he amazed himself by not busting inside her so quickly. However, he had to hold off as long as possible to fulfill the orgasm she deserved. 

"You're going to allow me to cum in your pussy again, my pretty?" He cooed, to which Y/N eagerly nodded. "Hmph. Of course, you are. You've been such a good girl for me, taking me so well. I told you I'm here to please you. Let me do that, okay? Now cum for me, Y/N."

The last few thrusts Chika pounded into her pussy were sloppy but filled with power. They shared incoherent moans of each other's names while climaxing. His hot ropes of cum melted into Y/N to stain her walls, jerking his hips upwards to ensure nothing spilled out. All the burning tension in the pit of Y/N's abdomen was now cooling down. She repeatedly thanked Chika for giving her the release she yearned for.

As Y/N relaxed her body onto his, a blaring noise went off in her ear. It sounded familiar, almost like an alarm clock. This was the part of her dreams she dreaded the most. Y/N met Chika's lips once more. His final words were, "I'll see you soon, pretty girl," and just like that—

She woke up.

Y/N's eyes opened to be met with the sun that resembled those golden irises she remembers vividly kissing her skin. She sat up to do a quick stretch but soon held her cheeks that grew warm from feeling the pool of wetness oozing through her panties. Y/N's eyes bored into the wall, lightly massaging her lips while remembering the events of her dream.

"Chika…" her voice drifted.

Just who was this man?

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. ♡

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 ── @dejwrites @beniswife @maydayaisha @ayyy-pee @maginxlia @babykaz @meloswifeysstuff @kazutohanemi @luffyspiratequeen @hoohoohope @homewithnobodies @sexbob-ombbeck @aiyaaayei @niicevibe @sailewhoremoon @nutheadgeenat @gingerspicelattemix @comatosebunny09 @forgottenvip @lawscorazon @glxssyhexrts @solaneaa @nyonymph-o @blackreaderstation @shysinterlude @erensl1ut @persephonaeee @loveupeople @undecided-simp @syynnaaah @uziskqri @depressedmemescream @p-powerr @shyartnerd564 @parallel-ink @venussyy @softimgyu @sunnytalia3

[wxxpingangxls]

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

[strawchocoberry]

MEAN MEN

Mean men who love teasing you until you’re all flustered and mad at him, completely overstimulated by his nasty remarks and foul tongue. And he doesn’t stop, no matter how much you beg him to until you tear up. 

Mean men who can’t help but laugh when you get all pouty and start cursing at him, before ignoring him and giving him the silent treatment. You’re so adorable, he cannot take you seriously. 

Mean men who will do anything to get your attention; tapping your shoulder, texting you nonstop, calling your name, even that fucking infuriating nickname you so much hate. All just so he gets your attention. 

Mean men who will start touching you, while whispering sweet little things as he tries to make amends about making you (almost) cry. You can’t blame him, though. You’re just too irresistible not to tease. 

Mean men who will get on his knees and suck your pussy as an apology, for once using his tongue for your benefit. He toys with your clit and sloppily makes out with your sweet cunt, smirking at how you’re trying to pretend you’re still angered with him, despite your pussy throbbing with need. 

Mean men who will pull away just as you’re about to cum, only because you denied him the happiness of hearing your moans. He just smiles when you start cursing at him all over again, but this time, he has no intention of letting you go. 

Mean men who will pin you down with his weight and fuck you until you’re crying and moaning his name. Your scratches and bites of revenge only urge him to fuck you harder. Until the only thing in your mind is him and only him. 

michael kaiser . shidou ryusei . itoshi sae . barou shoei . oliver aiku . itoshi rin . hoshina soshiro . narumi gen . mudano naito . oiranzaka kyouya . momoka tsukuyomi . yodogawa masumi . kougasaki jin . kaji ren . endo yamato . hiragi toma . hayato suo . abarai renji . kyoraku shunsui . zaraki kenpachi . gojo satoru . geto sugugu . sebastian michaelis . undertaker . ronald knox . tartaglia . wriothesley . jiaoqui . jing yuan . aventurine . scar + your favourites

© strawchocoberry — do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work

[backwzzds]

thinking about sending your man a video of you waiting on him while he was at work. he’s been gone since you woke up this morning and won’t be back till tomorrow. it was hard wnough trying to control yourself throughout the day, but now—now you couldn’t help it. you just couldn’t behave when you sent him the twenty second video just for his eyes, snickering the moment you heard the whoosh sound of your message deliver. you knew he was gonna be pissed, but you didn’t care. you needed him, and you needed him real bad. he doesn’t miss the way your long acrylic nails get stuffed in your cream as you fill yourself with them in attempt to replicate the existence of his own slender fingers. your soft moans infiltrate the video as you watch the nasty sight of your own cream drip onto the base below you.

he sends you back a reply in just under a minute. you were so lucky his brightness and volume was always kept on minimum in hopes of less distractions during his meetings. and thats exactly what you were being in the moment; a distraction keeping him from work. watching you spread your cleanly shaven cunt so far open he could see inside your gaping hole begging for him to come back home. he stared at your gummy walls in envy as the bulge in his work pants grew larger. your plush thighs are barely enough to keep your slutty legs open, and he grows angry enough to see you enjoying this based on your smirk in the video. he was gonna fuck that same malevolent look off your face, he promised himself. the way that his eyes falter upon the screen he’s squeezing so tight below in his hand and his jaw clenches doesn’t go unnoticed by his coworkers. he assures his cohort he’s alright, and that he must excuse himself. with a heavy trip to the bathroom, he wastes no time in typing you a two second reply. you were gonna get it now.

pookie <3: yeahhh, u jus wait till i get home.

EREN, CONNIE, ONY, draken, ICHIGO, renji, KENPACHI, urahara, CHOSO, TOJI, luffy, LAW, ZORO, CROCODILE + any of ur faves

[luvlyycy]

"fuck, make me a mommy, 'chigo. pleeeaase.." you push your ass back on the orange haired male, his whole body shudders— "ya wanna be a mommy?"

"fuck, yes please."

he groans as he flips you over, hands pushing your legs sharply against your chest, folding you into a mean mean mating press.

his mouth hangs open as he fucks you, squelching and slapping clouding your mind as he bullies his fat cock into your juicy and squishy pussy.

"ohh fuck, baby. tell me how much ya wanna be a mommy, yeah? tell daddy just how bad you want 'im to breed ya." he grins when your tongue lolls out your mouth, drool slipping down your chin.

"shhoooo— byaddd... !! so bad. s'fuckin'bad!! omigod, 'm g'nna—"

"cum." ichigo demands, pushing his dick as far as it could go inside of you. your squishy body feels so good beneath his rock hard one..

you let out a sharp shriek as you cum all over his cock, creaming and squirting— he lets out a deep grunt as he does four more thrusts before cumming inside and filling up your greedy womb like you told him too.

"guess 'm gonna be a daddy.."

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⠀ ⠀⠀ "unwanted" MATRIMONY

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀byakuya kuchiki.

✧ summary to preserve the existence of y/n's clan, she is forced to wed the twenty-eighth head of the kuchiki clan—byakuya kuchiki.

✧ content warnings reader is described as a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. clanhead!reader x captain!byakuya. bleach verse au (no manga spoilers) byakuya is a noble, so they'll both be speaking as such. lowkey giving royalty au vibes. told in first POV — reader's. tropes included: arranged marriage, childhood rivals to lovers. usage of c*nt, missionary position, fingering, nipple play, praise and breeding kink, primal play, terms of endearment — blossom, my love, etc. plot with smut, fluff, and a touch of angst if you squint hard enough. lengthy, but the build up is worth it and necessary!

✧ author's note i don't have much to say, but here's to adding more bleach men to my roster. i knew i wanted to write for byakuya because that's my baby daddy, and now i finally have this idea i hope you guys enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. i would greatly appreciate it. ♡ MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 I must make my days do, lazing around in my private chambers as I am bound to a marriage I wanted no parts of. Especially not with Byakuya Kuchiki. 

 Lord Byakuya, as he prefers me to call him.

 Because I am the current and possibly the final head of the L /N Clan, I am forced to complete my duties as such. Those duties entailed me following through with my grandparents final wish: get married and keep our family name alive. 

 Which I have no issue with fulfilling. 

 My dreams are filled with having children with a man that loves me. To extend our family and grow old together where our souls will find each other in another life. 

 However, I hadn’t planned my marriage to be an arrangement that I wasn’t aware of because of an agreement our grandfathers had prior to me being born. 

 It’s shocking, honestly. More so, ludicrous for them to think this was okay. But I just couldn’t deny my grandfather. Not when his palm was in mine, lacking its warmth that’s usually there due to his near passing. 

 I remember tears staining my cheeks and a smile gracing his when he made his final request for me. 

 That was two years ago. Now, I am married. Have been for almost a year and every day I dread my decision. 

 How could I possibly wed a man as cold as Byakuya Kuchiki? We barely speak. We sleep in separate chambers. The most we see each other is during dinner because it would be ridiculous to have the servants prepare us food at different times. But even so, the silence and tension always remains deafening.

 And to make matters worse, we have yet to consummate our marriage. 

 This is something I cannot possibly do on my own. He may or may not be attracted to me, and I am convinced to assume the latter because he never utters a look in my direction. 

 It’s shameful how he treats me. The words he spoke to me the night of our ceremony is a constant memory I do my best to forget but cannot. 

 I’m officially married. Not the way I expected to be, but what other choice do I have? Grandfather has died and I made a promise to him to marry and bear children to keep the L /N Clan everlasting. Even if that meant being forced into marriage with my childhood rival. 

 As we sit side-by-side next to each other, bowing and thanking all of our guests for their blessings, I feel the coldness radiating off Byakuya. Of course, one of us has to be graceful and fake smiles while greeting everyone, so I am left to the task. 

 Byakuya? He doesn’t hide how dissatisfied he is with how this night is going. 

 To an extent, I understand. Forcing to wed after the loss of his wife, Hisana, is not ideal. Despite it being centuries since her soul has passed, I’m almost positive the heartbreak is still present. 

 Maybe tonight reminds him of her? 

 “Byakuya—what is the matter? Is everything alright?” I inquired. I turn to face him and await a response. 

 The squareness of his jawline catches my attention and I think how it was carved by the gods themselves. I’ve known Byakuya since we were both children, and seeing the fine man he has grown into today never ceases to amaze me. 

 His profile is… beautiful. I’m mesmerized by the softness of his pale complexion and how it contrasts with the darkness of his raven colored locks. 

 The further I stare at him, the more heat floods underneath my cheeks and my mouth watering at the sight of his beauty. 

 But when he finally speaks, all of the emotions I’ve felt have completely diminished. 

 “Do you feel no shame being forced into a marriage where your partner feels nothing for you?”

 Since then, I’ve kept my distance from him. I remember the pain that pinged my chest when processing the words that left his mouth. I remember rushing to my chambers after the ceremony and crying until it felt like a million shards of glass were piercing them. 

 Yes, I feel ashamed. But I never expected Byakuya to be so direct with me. He’s certainly not the young boy I remember growing up with. Where we would make everything into a competition. 

 Our swordsmanship. Our knowledge. Our abilities. Whatever can be turned into a challenge for us, Byakuya and I competed. 

 That led him to be a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and twenty-eighth head of the Kuchiki Clan. And me, the twenty-third head of my family. I initially wanted to enter the Shin’ō Academy along with Byakuya, but I chose to stay with my family and oversee our medicine and agriculture. 

 However, even when he entered the academy, he always made time to see me because we were friends before any juvenile competition we made. 

 So why can he not see his wrongdoings in our marriage? Could he at least try for the sake of me fulfilling my duties? 

 All that keeps me company are movements of the servants coming in and out of my chambers, along with the river that flows past my view. 

 As always, dinner is silent. 

 Byakuya has returned to the manor after attending his captain duties, and this is the only time of day where I see him. He is stripped from his formal wear and has been dressed in a simple dark blue yukata that has specks of cherry blossoms scattered across the garment. 

 If I didn’t loathe him so much, I could take my time appreciating how handsome he looks while being in the comfort of his manor. His locks are released from the kenseikan he wears that symbolizes his nobility as the head of the Kuchiki Clan. 

 I occasionally steal glances at him while he eats, and yes, while I do despise being in this forced marriage just as he does, I can’t help but be captivated by him.

 My lady parts wouldn’t allow me to deny the attraction. 

 As I watch my beloved husband, I think of all the sexual acts I would like for him to do to me. Please me in ways I could only imagine he can do. Make love to me and whisper in my ear how breathtaking I am.

 When I look at Byakuya, I think of all the times I’ve spent time with Lady Kyōraku and she tells me how madly in love she is with Captain Kyōraku. How well he treats her, and even with his demands in his new position, they spend much quality time together. 

 She even graced my ears with a few details about a picnic session they recently had where it led to activities that typically aren't done out in public.

 I wonder if my husband will ever be reckless enough to do an act as obscene as that. 

 Not likely. 

 I hate quiet, especially while we eat together. What is the purpose if no words will be spoken amongst each other? No eye contact. No going to bed together after we have finished. Why? 

 Why am I not able to be served dinner in my private chambers? Surely, I can make a request for this going forward. 

 Or… perhaps there is a different way for me to get him to speak. 

 I take a sip of my cremè sake before clearing my throat. “How did your day treat you, my lord?”

 “It was fine,” he responds, flatly. Should I be shocked that he didn’t lift his chin when speaking to me? 

 “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

 “It can wait. I’m not up for discussion at the moment.” His dismissive tone has annoyance leaching onto my flesh, and I feel like I am on the verge of exploding.

 “Perhaps it cannot. I would like to discuss something with you, my husband.” The authority in my voice grabs his attention and finally, he looks up at me and catches my hardened gaze. 

 He deeply sighs, sitting down his bowl of rice and chopsticks. “What is it?”

 “Maybe we should… begin the process of annulment.”

 His face remains calm. Expressionless, like I always remembered. Does he care enough to show a reaction to me asking for a cancellation of our marriage? 

 This shouldn’t be a difficult decision for him, so why is he taking his time to respond? 

 The longer I wait, the more his lack of response bothers me. It’s not similar to before, where the quiet was filled by the sounds of us eating and the servants coming in to check on us.

 No, it’s the silence where if he does not speak, I will make the decision for him and walk out and permanently leave the manor.

 I think of all the conversations I’ve had with Lady Rukia, his younger sister. And Renji, his lieutenant, about how I should be patient with Byaykuya. That, eventually, he will come around and warm up to me being his wife. 

 But how long?

 How long would it take for us to share a chamber? For us to act like we’re in this agreement together? For him to look at me with the same attraction I have for him?

 How long? 

 It possibly couldn’t be more than a year. 

 This is not the Byakuya Kuchiki I grew up with. No, I wasn’t in his life those five years he was wedded to Hisana due to my own family issues. Maybe I could’ve been there for him and witnessed his change that caused him to be so apathetic. 

 However, this cold man that sits before me… I don’t know who he is.

 “Is there someone else you’re interested in?” He finally speaks, breaking me from my musings. 

 I draw my brows together, confused at his accusation. “Are you… insinuating that I am having an affair?”

 “We’ve been wedded for a year. No acts of intimacy have been done between us. Now suddenly you—”

 “Because of you!” My voice roars, interrupting whatever nonsense that he was about to spew. 

 I refuse to allow him to put the blame on me for the stillness in our marriage. I have tried, time after time, and all I am met with is a man that constantly rejects any type of advances I attempt to provide him.

 So, I continue. 

 “I have given you a year, Byakuya,” I begin, standing over him. He looks up at me and again, his expression remains undetectable. “The day of our ceremony, I have accepted that I will be your lady, and on that night, I was prepared for consummation. But what did you do instead? Humiliate me in front of all our guests with your trivial question!”

 My chest heaves an adrenaline I haven’t felt in a while. Maybe even never, however, leave it to Byakuya to rile me up this way. 

 “If you or anyone thinks I will bear children with a man that looks at me with utter disgust, then you all are sadly mistaken.” Are my last words to him before I rush out the supper room, tears threatening to fall, reminding me of the night we wedded. 

 I feel like such a fool. Disgrace descends upon me and my mind quickly goes to my grandfather and the words he spoke to me on his deathbed. Be strong, child, and fulfill your duties as the current head of the L /N Clan. Bear beautiful children with Young Byakuya and fall effortlessly in love. 

 Oh, grandfather. What am I to do? I can no longer stand to be in this marriage. Not like this. 

 Not with Byakuya. 

 By this time already, I had returned to my chambers and began preparing for bed. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me tonight, so some sleep will do me good. 

 But my suggestion of annulment will continue in the morning. 

 Just as I was moisturizing my body, a knock at the door interrupts my nightly routine and I immediately grow annoyed. 

 I know it isn’t one of the servants checking on me. They know when I don’t want to be bothered with. So that leaves the man that’s responsible for my current state of mind. 

 Ignore him, I say to myself. He’ll think I’m asleep and eventually leave. But no. He barges into my chambers, unannounced, and shuts the door behind him. 

 “Excuse me. I don’t recall giving you permission to en—”

 “Do you think this is easy for me?” He asks, paying no mind to my protests. “Being… married to you.”

 I turned my back to him and continued with the task I was doing before he interrupted. “Save me the boredom and keep it to yourself. No need to further remind—”

 “For a year… I have been… fighting these emotions. These… feelings that have been forming in my chest at the thought of you being my lady.” His admission shocks me… but I remain quiet and stare at him intently through my mirror and allow him to finish. “Do you wish to know how I feel about you, Lady Y/N?”

 My chest slowly heaves up and down and I hold eye contact with him. “How?” I breathed. 

 “You interfere with my routine. Daily… weekly… monthly. Just the thought of you has my mind spiraling.” He moves closer to me with every word he speaks. “A noble. A clan head such as myself, loses all sense of control with just a whiff of your scent. Your jasmine scent that drives me utterly insane. I simply cannot act with honor when I’m around you, so I purposely choose to ignore you.”

 “But… why?” I questioned. 

 “Because you are you, my lady. You may think I don’t keep my eyes on you, but I do. All day… every day. I… watch you sit by the river and simply smile at the sight of nature. From a distance, I hear how kind you are when you speak to others. It’s… enchanting.”

 I slowly release a breath and swallow a thick gulp. “So why is that you don’t speak to me? If I’m, as you stated, enchanting?”

 “Speaking is not what I wish to do with you when we are alone,” he admits. Arousal rushed between my legs at the true meaning of his statement. 

 “It is hard for me to believe that you have an attraction toward me, Lord Byakuya.” As if my words triggered him, he takes long strides to close the distance between us. 

 “Perhaps it’s because you do not look at me the way you look at others. I, too, should be questioning your attraction toward me.”

 I stand to meet with him, but fail miserably due his tall frame towering me. Still, I stand firm with my gaze. “Others such as who?”

 “Shūhei Hisagi,” he deadpans. 

 “You’re being ridicu—”

 “That smile… Your eyes… The look you give him… you have never looked at me that way before. He personally delivers the newsletter to our manor, which he doesn’t have to, but he does for you.”

 “Are you… jealous? Of the small interactions I have with Hisagi a few times throughout the week?”

 It is hard for me to believe that the honorable Byakuya Kuchiki himself is getting flared up over a platonic friendship between Hisagi and I. 

 Sure, there may be a chance he feels more for me than I know, judging by how his cheeks stain a light pink color when he delivers the newsletter. 

 But in no shape or form do I feel the same way, and I would never stoop as low as stepping out in my marriage. Even if my husband treats me like I am a fly on the wall. 

 Though, now, as he stands before me, slightly flustered, nostrils flaring, and a pinched expression—Byakuya is in fact—jealous. 

 I do not know how to feel about this, but I do know it is better than the distance I was getting before. 

 “Does this,” he grabs my hand to slip between us so I can feel his hardened erection, causing me to suck in a breath, “feel like I hold no attraction to you?”

 “Byakuya,” I barely said above a hushed tone. 

 He presses his forward against mine, whispering, “Everyday… I curse myself for these feelings I have for you, to the point where I attempt to avoid you yet fail horribly because I can’t help but watch you from afar.” His hand gently runs up and down my arm, and this bit of contact burns warmth to my flesh. 

 “I feel wrong. Felt, wrong for having such feelings for you, knowing my late Hisana has passed away. I thought my heart went along with her illness, however, you returned to my life unexpectedly.”

 I lick my lips before asking, “Are you saying you… love me, my lord?”

 “I desire you, my lady. Crave you in ways that make me want to act animalistic.” His lips ghost over mine before he falls to my neck and inhales heavily. “I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to have you on my tongue. To hear you beg for me to give you more than what I am giving.”

 “My lord… please.” 

 He shushes me. “Your beauty is beyond words. I have… never seen a rich, deep, golden brown complexion such as yours. You hold yourself with grace, but I know you’re a minx underneath these silk garments.”

 He begins trailing faint kisses along my flesh until meeting with my face once more. I stare at him and take advantage of his ash-colored hues that resemble the sky on a cloudy day. 

 I don’t recall ever being this close in proximity to Byakuya. I’m enthralled by the smoothness of his skin and the color of his lips that reminds me of a thousand cherry blossoms. 

 I want to kiss him. I, too, also want to know what it feels like to have the taste of him on my tongue. Just—

 “May I kiss you, Y/N?” The octave of his voice, slightly lower than usual, breathy with a touch of desperation… it does something to my core. 

 His cheeks flush red and my eyes widen at the sight of him. It feels like this is a fantasy, a moment I thought I would only see in my dreams. He is completely vulnerable, stipped down to where he forgets the formalities and calls my name. He is like this for me because of me. 

 When he is like this–I do not loathe him.

 “You may.”

 Byakuya gently presses his mouth against mine, our lips merely touching as if he is skeptical about what he is doing. He pulls back to look at me and I know desperation is shown on my face. And I know he feels the same.

 How he engulfs my arm with his hand, applying immense pressure to show his desire for me tells me so. 

 My breaths are staggered. I’m thinking, what will he do next? Will he turn around and return to his chambers, regretting this moment ever happened? No. He does not. 

 He caresses my nose with his, breathing me in before meeting with my lips once more. 

 This time, he cuffs my face and deepens our kiss. My hands latched  onto his wrist to hold him in place because I will not allow him to show any skepticism once again. 

 Byakuya takes his time exploring my mouth, but a touch of eagerness is shown when his tongue slips inside of me to get more. Heat hums throughout my body and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs due to the lack of under garments I am not wearing. 

 Is this what it feels like to kiss him? Is it normal for my limbs to grow weak? As if he read my thoughts, he sweeps me off the ground and wraps my legs around his waist. Our heads move side-to-side in unison while we devour each other’s grunts and moans. 

 We head in the direction to my futon and ever so lightly, he lays me down and pulls away from me. 

 “Strip for me.” His order is soft but filled with dominance I can’t be anything but submissive to. 

 I untie my silk robe, slowly until it falls off my shoulders and bares my body. His eyes… where I know Byakuya to be calm and collective during battle, right now a beast rages through him, and I am his prey that he is ready to feast on. 

 My legs spread, revealing my sex that is moist beyond measure. A growl forms in the pit of Byakuya’s stomach and it spreads chills down my spine.

 He palms my breasts while gazing at me and I shudder from his touch. I could believe that this is in fact a dream, but it is not. 

 No longer than a second later, and he pinches my nipple between his fingers. 

 “My lord,” I softly cried, arching my back. 

 “You are art, Y/N.”

 “Address me as your lady,” I demanded. 

 “Apologies, Lady Y/N.” He leans forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Is there anything else you would like for me to do?”

 “Strip for me as well,” I instructed, teasingly. 

 His yukata drapes low on his hips and I am met with his slender build. Squared shoulders. A trimmed waist. And an abdomen where I would enjoy rubbing my wetness along that leads to what will bring me pleasure tonight. 

 He stands to completely remove his garments and my mouth floods at the sight of him. His groin, hard and veiny, drips liquid that I’m yearning to taste. 

 Byakuya, as expected, is well trimmed, but leaves just enough hair, perfect to my liking. 

 He’s much larger than I imagined. A size I need time adjusting to, that’s for certain. 

 “Am I up to your liking?” He quips. 

 I hum, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “Perhaps.”

 The smallest chuckle, almost faint, escapes his mouth. “Perhaps…” He mocks, catching onto the lie that I uttered. 

  He kneels down before me and sucks my lower lip into his mouth while he widens my legs even further to bring pleasure to my cunt. Those slender fingers, so long and delicate, slip inside of me and I mewl at the slight intrusion. He massages my walls as if he is exploring, attempting to familiarize himself with how I pulsate around his fingers. 

 I break our kiss to moan his name, and my lord takes advantage of the opening to plunge his tongue in the back of my throat and sink deeper into my cunt. 

 I never expected Byakuya to be well equipped with his fingers this way. Those same fingers that are used for battle are currently being used to bring me to my release. 

 Soon, his lips find the valley of my breasts where he leaves bruises on my flesh with teeth. I whimper so pathetically, shocking myself at the sound that leaks from me. 

 He sucks on my nipples greedily, like a starved man that’s hungry for his lover, and this time, I let out a moan of his name. 

 “Byakuya…”

 He looks at me through his lashes and firmly grips my breast. “Remember, my lady. Address me as your lord.”

 “I am sorry, my lord. Please… I can no longer wait. I want to come.”

 “Where is that fire that was present earlier? Begging?” I clench around his fingers at the sound of him taunting me. 

 He flickers his digits quicker inside of me, pulling such obscene noises from my cunt that mingles with my moans and his praises in my chambers. 

 Byakuya, this time, does not kiss me. No, instead, he ogles me and gently holds my chin in place where I am forced to watch him deliver me a release I’ve been waiting a year for. 

 There was a time where I thought he didn’t have an ounce of attraction to me, and now here he is, pleasing me in a way I haven’t been before. 

 “Oh, Lord Byakuya… I… I’m about to come. I feel a release coming,” I purred. 

  “But I have barely touched you, blossom.”

 I latched onto his wrist and rolled my hips to meet his fingers thrusting inside of my cunt. “I—I know. I’ve been waiting for this… for so long.”

 “You’ve fantasized about me bringing you pleasure?” I nod, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. “Tell me more, Lady Y/N. What else do you want? Would you like my shaft inside your tight cunt?”

 “Yes.”

 “Tell you how breathtaking you look while being filled with me?”

 “Oh, yes. Yes, Lord Byakuya.”  

 The faintest, most gentle kiss is placed on the side of my mouth and I feel the tension at the bottom of my stomach unraveling.

 “Are you prepared to bear my children? To have my come flooding your cunt until it drips out?” He ghosts over my ear. “Will you take me?”

 “Bya… kuya…” My orgasm suddenly crept onto me and I’ve created a mess on his hand. 

 I throw my head back and moan to the gods above. I can’t stop shaking and he continues to pump his fingers inside of me. 

 For a year I thought this man loathed me, but tonight I am proved otherwise. 

 Lord Byakuya has described himself as a madman when he is around me, and it is shown when he doesn’t permit me the time to come down from my release before guiding his cock to my entrance. 

 I look between us, anticipating the moment he enters my body and wondering how I will take him. 

 He attempts to push himself inside, but is met with interference and clicks his tongue. Frustrated at the constriction of my cunt because his cock is aching to feel my walls. 

 “I see she is as stubborn as you are,” he taunts. 

 I slyly smirk at him. “Giving up—Ohh…”

 Byakuya does not allow me to finish my retort before giving me one long thrust between my folds to completely stuff me. My brows knits together at the slight intrusion and hint of pain that’s mended by my wetness. 

 I’m… stretched. How could he fit? He’s so… big. Large. I feel his veins pleasurably grazing me when he slowly begins to pull in and out. My cunt molds around his cock like he’s all she knows and I gasp with every movement. 

 My thighs are pushed back so he could see all of me, to see how I’m swallowing him whole. He swears underneath his breath and seeing Byakuya so vulnerable like this has me pulsating. 

 “You… are amazing, my lady. This cunt of yours… It's perfect,” he declares. “For a year you have been keeping this from me?”

 “More, my lord. Give me a bit more.”

 “So desperate for my come, are you?”

 I eagerly nod and grip his forearms to take his pounding. He wastes no time acquiescing to my request, increasing his thrusts to pull such lewd noises from me.

  I’m almost embarrassed by the loudness of my dripping sex. I’m practically making a mess on my futon and I’m mortified that the servants will need to replace my sheets. 

 Again, his mouth and hands are back on my breast, sucking and circling my nipples until they ache. Byakuya alternates between the two to show equal amounts of love and I have never felt so overwhelmed.

 He drives into me with so much passion while marking me with his teeth and alleviating the pain with his tongue. 

 “When I breed you, you will be completely mine, my love. You will be full of me, carrying my child,” he rasps, rutting into me with more force. “How many will you give me?”

 I gasped. “As many as you want, Lord Byakuya. Just please… make me come again. I feel it approaching.”

 “So come for me, blossom.”

 His thrusts are harsher than before. The head of his cock repeatedly presses my sweet spot and I feel the spark of electricity tingling in my lower back. My breasts are still occupied by his mouth, but they move obnoxiously with the rhythm of his poundings. 

 I cry his name, scream to my lord how wonderful this feels and tears prick the corner of my eyes. His free hand that was on my breast moves to thumb my clit to aid with my near release. 

 Byakuya moans soon joins mine to tell me how my cunt squeezes his cock, nearly strangling. And if it were to lose circulation, I would be the cause. But does he not feel how he throbs inside of me? 

 How he hopes to breed me so we will be bound for life? 

 “You asked me earlier… if I love you. Would you still like to know?”

 “Yes, Byakuya. Tell me… do you?”

 “I do,” he simply answers. “Since the day I saw you staring at the river and smiling at the water flowing. How could I not love you?” He brushes his lips across mine and lowers his voice. “How could I not love you after having you like this? Having your beautiful body, every dip and curve bare underneath me?”

 “Lord Byakuya… I’m coming.”

 “And you sound beautiful when my name drips from your lips. Continue calling me your lord until I have filled you with my come.”

 Over and over, he rocks into me at a frenzied pace, causing my orgasm to burst out of me. Tears stain my cheeks and arousal prickles my flesh from my overwhelming release. However, Byakuya does not let up until his thrusts are uncoordinated, indicating his own climax.

 Coming together as lovers for the first time after our ceremony has me seeing stars in my chambers. His load… it’s heavy. Hot and sticky. It mingles with my own come and creates a mess between us.

 Lord Byakuya, too, is a vocal lover. He comes down from his own release and whispers how ethereal I am. How he would never grow tired of pleasing me and filling my cunt. 

 But it’s the delicacy of him brushing my coils away from my face and placing soft kisses on my cheeks that causes my heart to skip a beat. 

 An hour has already passed, and we have been basking in each other’s presence. His embrace is comforting. It provides me with a warmth that was well needed to fill the coldness beside me when I slept alone at night for the past year. 

 “I’m sorry,” he says, breaking the silence. 

 I know the reason for his apology, but ask anyway. “For what, my lord?”

 “For the discomfort I have provided you since our engagement. You didn’t deserve that… Before anything, you were a dear childhood companion of mine and I treated you horribly.”

 His kind words move me. I place my palm against his cheek and look up at him. “We can discuss it some more later on. For now, I would like to enjoy your company. Is that okay?”

 He kisses the top of my head and pulls me further into his arms. “Of course, my lady… Of course.”

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FICS FOR GAZA

Hello everyone, I've decided to join the @ficsforgaza fundraiser. I've had a couple people express interest, and I think that every little bit helps. I will be offering WIP donations as well as drabble requests.

Donations are to be submitted to a vetted fundraiser. Do NOT send donations directly to me or to @ficsforgaza. Once you have completed the donation, send me a private screenshot of proof of the donation. Once I receive proof, I will update my WIP and request list and begin writing!

If you have any questions about the donation process, please view the pinned post for @ficsforgaza. If you have questions about the WIPs or requests, please reach out to me.

Total funds raised (after dollar conversions) : $73.29 USD

REQUESTS

$2 donation = 100 words

1k word maximum ($20 donation)

Send me a character/characters and a dialogue prompt, trope, or just an overall idea that's been plaguing your brain lately and I'll write a short drabble/ficlet for you!

Fandoms I will write for: BNHA, Obey Me!, Wind Breaker, JJK, Haikyuu, Blue Lock, Black Butler, AOT, Bleach, Tokyo Revengers, Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters I will write for: Any! Bring it on, I love a challenge.

Will write: x reader (any gender), character ships, OCs, aged-up characters; SFW/NSFW, dark content (noncon/dubcon, yandere, etc). NSFW & dark content requests must provide proof of being 18 or older (request made off anon with age indicator in your tumblr bio). Note: If you want to make a NSFW/dark content request but remain publicly anonymous, send me a private message OR the same request off anon so I can verify. I will respond to your request using only the anon submission once you're verified.

Will not write: pedophilia; NSFW minors (even if no adult character is involved); anything involving bodily fluids that aren't saliva, tears, or blood; eggs, oviposition; a/b/o. If you're unsure about your request, you can message me privately and I'll be happy to answer, no judgment. :)

REQUESTS COMPLETED:

The Art of Looking (Haruka Sakura x f!OC)

REQUESTS PENDING:

Picture Perfect (Haruka Sakura x f!OC)

Sponsored: 1,000

Completed: 1,832

WIPs

This list is extensive but by no means complete (I have many more ideas but they haven't been started yet). Here's to hoping your support will help me to clear some of these out of my drafts. :)

$1 donation = 100 words

No donation limit!

OBEY ME

The Confessions of Flowers (Barbatos x GN!Reader) - oneshot; SFW; fluff; friends to lovers

Synopsis: You and Barbatos exchange gifts of flowers and herbs as a way to communicate your feelings to each other.

Current WC: 971

Estimated Total WC: 1,500

Sponsored WC: 0/529

Love and Duty - Chapter 2 (Barbatos x f!Reader) - multichapter; SFW (for now); one-sided fake dating; Barb catches feelings (eventually)

Continuation of my multichapter Barb fic. Chapter 1 can be found here.

Current WC: 3,796

Estimated Total WC: 7,000

Sponsored WC: 0/3,204

Just A Game (Barbatos x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; predator/prey; consensual non-con.

Synopsis: It was your idea. You were the one who asked Barbatos to play this game, to hunt you throughout the empty castle while the prince is away. But you didn't expect him to be this good at it.

Current WC: 347

Estimated Total WC: 4,000

Sponsored WC: 0/3,653

Untitled oneshot (Mammon x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; hurt/comfort; car sex

Synopsis: Mammon has had it with the teasing and bullying at his expense. But at least he has one person in his corner - you. You, who tells off his brothers. You who seeks him out. And you who finds him sitting alone by himself in his car.

Current WC: 1883

Estimated Total WC: 3,000-4,000

Sponsored WC: 0/2,117

A Formal Affair (Barbatos x f!Reader x Diavolo) - oneshot; NSFW; public sex but away from prying eyes and ears; casual sexual arrangement; threesome with focus on Reader (reader sandwich!); size kink; anal; oral; questionable uses for a tail... who knows what else, I just go where the hormones tell me.

Synopsis: A formal date with Diavolo to a classical performance, with Barbatos in tow as his loyal shadow, devolves into a night of pleasure and sin that you never expected.

Current WC: 2,892

Estimated Total WC: 8,000

Sponsored WC: 0/5,108

BLACK BUTLER

Blood-bound (Sebastian Michaelis x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; toxic/dark themes; enemies to lovers (but still enemies); blood feeding/drinking, bandages, injuries, rough handling.

Synopsis: The was no one you hated more than Sebastian Michaelis. He was arrogant, sinister, manipulative... and, the most obvious reason, a fucking demon. Which made it all the more infuriating when you woke up to your fatal wounds sealed shut and a hot, raging fire of desire coursing through your veins. A desire that only burned for one arrogant, sinister, manipulative demon.

Current WC: 9,139

Estimated Total WC: 13,000

Sponsored WC: 0/3,861

BNHA

Dabi Christmas Special (Dabi x GN!Reader) - oneshot; SFW; fluff.

Synopsis: You've been repairing Dabi's clothes for him, strengthening their fire resistance with your quirk, for months now. But you never expected him to show up on Christmas Eve, of all nights.

Current WC: 680

Estimated Total WC: 1,500 - 2,000

Sponsored WC: 0/1,320

Tethered (Dabi x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; weed & alcohol consumption; Dabi's an asshole but he's hot.

Synopsis: Insomnia is nothing new for you. It's nothing new for Dabi, either. It's why he's already sitting at the hideout's bar drinking his memories away when you show up for your own night cap. You think nothing of it... just another night of bantering and sarcasm. That is, until he makes you an offer you didn't expect.

Current WC: 6,794

Estimated Total WC: 8,000

Sponsored WC: 500/1,712

Total Sponsored Completed: 500/500

The Fall (Overhaul x f!Reader) - oneshot (two parter that will be posted simultaneously); childhood friends to lovers; angst; violence; eventual NSFW in later parts; yandere undertones as things progress.

Synopsis: You'd known Kai Chisaki since that fateful day you saw him, young and filthy, enter the Shie Hassaikai grounds on the heels of the Boss. Over time, a tentative bond between the two of you formed, growing stronger as you got older. But it wasn't enough to keep the young man from spiraling, losing himself in his obsession of purging the world of quirks. After all, he was doing it for you. He was doing it all for you.

Current WC: 9,355

Estimated Total WC: 20,000

Sponsored WC: 2,700/10,645

Total Sponsored Completed: 0/2,700

Cat and Mouse (Bakugou x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; enemies to lovers; hero vs. villain.

Synopsis: Bakugou prides himself on his ability to stop any villain in their tracks. His record is impeccable, his reputation flawless. That is, until he crosses paths with you, a cat burglar with a quirk that always leaves him three steps behind. Oh, it also doesn't help that you drive him absolutely, utterly wild.

Current WC: 2,603

Estimated Total WC: 6,000 (hopefully?)

Sponsored WC: 0/3,397

Protector (title is tentative) (Bakugou x f!Reader) - oneshot; angst, hurt/comfort; love confession; NSFW

Synopsis: Bakugou's one job was to protect you. You weren't supposed to get hurt. But you did, and now he had to deal with the fallout. It calls into question everything he thought and felt about you. He thought he hated you. He thought you were a pain in the ass. And he thought he couldn't wait for this fucking assignment to be over. But the threat of loss, he realized, hurt more than the threat of failure. And coming so close to losing you has him rethinking every assumption he'd ever made. If only he could figure out what you were thinking. If only he could understand why you jumped in a protected him.

Current WC: 120

Estimated Total WC: 5,000

Sponsored WC: 0/4,880

Untitled oneshot (Aizawa x f!Reader) - oneshot; established relationship; NSFW; somnophilia (consensual)

Synopsis: A heavy work day leaves you exhausted and drained. Luckily for you, you have Aizawa waiting for you at home with the promise of a much-needed massage. Unfortunately, it's impossible for you to stay awake once you're in the comfort of your bed and you have his warm, rough hands on you... but that doesn't stop him from loving every inch of you.

Current WC: 2,053

Estimated Total WC: 4,000

Sponsored WC: 600/1,947

Total Sponsored Completed: 0/600

JJK

The Ties That Bind - Chapter 1 (Inumaki x f!Reader) - multichapter; arranged marriage; canon adjacent future AU; slowburn; pining; hurt/comfort; mild enemies to lovers.

Synopsis: Inumaki didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. But his loyalty to his clan, and the potential fallout if he refused, forced his hand. Now he's bound for marriage to a total stranger all in an attempt to preserve the Gojo clan bloodline and keep the Six Eyes technique from extinction. The only problem is, you don't want to be here either. And neither of you want to have children.

Current WC: 4,584

Estimated Total WC (for chapter 1): 7,000

Sponsored WC: 0/2,416

A Promise To The Dead - Chapter 1 (Gojo x f!Reader) - multichapter fic; Nanami's widow!Reader; pregnant!Reader; canon divergence; childbirth and child-rearing; angst; drama; JJK politics; slowburn; pining; friends to lovers; violence & NSFW in future chapters

Synopsis: Nanami was never supposed to marry, but he did anyway. He was never supposed to have children, but here you were, belly round and filled with life. And Nanami was never ever supposed to die. Now it was Gojo who was left to pick up the pieces, trying to force them together into something believable, something you would accept. Because Nanami never told you what he really was. He never told you about the world of curses and sorcerers. He did it to protect you, of course... to keep you and his unborn child far away from violence and death. But Gojo knew better. He knew that there was no way to keep it from you forever. And when your child's sorcerer abilities manifest at the age of five, he's forced to take you and your child in. It doesn't matter that you hate him. It doesn't matter that you blame him for your late husband's death. And it doesn't matter that a deep, secret part of him has wanted you since the very beginning. Because he made a promise a long time ago that if anything were to happen to Nanami, that Gojo would make sure you were protected and provided for. And Gojo cannot not bring himself to break a promise with the dead.

Current WC: 396

Estimated Total WC: 8,000

Sponsored WC: 0/7,604

[monstas1ut]

omg ur backkk 🥹💓 can’t wait to read ur latest writing glad to see u on my dash again!!

I ammmmm😊 I’m really throwing up ideas from outta my brain lmao. If you have any ideas that I could work on, I surely will! That goes for everyone though too.

I am working on an Armin x black!reader fic and he’s a nerdy dom…

[sangorous]

I'll be waiting for you at the Land of Wano! Come at any cost!

─ִ━━ ꯭  ───ׂ─ִ─  ͜͡✿͜͡  ─ִ──ׂ──  ꯭  ━━ִ─

"He'll Come! The Legend of Ace in Wano Country!" -> masterlist 1

"Save O-Tama! Straw Hat, Bounding through the Wasteland!" -> masterlist 2

"Clutch! A Demon Incarnate, Robin!" -> recent works: can i? -> drew mcintyre x black!fem!reader

"Attack of the Devil! Sanji VS Queen" -> carrd

"King of Hell Three Sword Style - Zoro vs. King" -> shaia’s wattpad

"Towards A New Era! Conclusion! The Brats' Resolution" -> tori’s wattpad

"Luffy is Defeated?! The Determination of Those Left Behind" -> taglist

"Luffy’s Peak - Attained! Gear 5" -> updates whenever

"The Ridiculous Power! Gear 5 in Full Play"

[sunshineszn]

The ex that keeps calling your new boyfriend a bum and is lowkey waiting for him to mess up. So when he spots your new man that you seem to love oh so much cosied up with some random woman at a bar he frequents, he can't help but sneak a picture or two and "accidentally" sends the attachments to you followed by a message about how that never was and could never be him...but hey he's just sayin'

Aomine, Eren, Connie, Grimmjow, Gojo (let's just pretend he drinks okay), Geto, Ace, Toji, Worick, Sanemi, Obanai, Benimaru, Baji (most tokyo rev characters tbh lol) Tsukishima, Kuroo etc.

Doflamingo too if he's feeling petty.

[krewekreep]

When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

Requests Open

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lower case intended, short smut, +18 mdni, creampie, reverse cowgirl, p in v, black!fem intended, pet names: baby, daddy, doll,

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | suguru getou, onyankopon, ryomen sukuna, renji abarai

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | just a little sum sum ;) enjoy!! ignore any errors, thank you <3

"mmm, baby..."

"s-shit, just like that..."

"like that, daddy?"

"yeahhhh...like.. that... Just, like, that...there you fucking go." he coos, releasing a throaty grunt.

"oooh f-fuck daddy!' you wailed, bouncing up and down.

you ride him, you ride him good.

reverse cowgirl.

the perfect angle to see his glossy cum coated cock slide in and out of your tight soaking pussy.

you ride him relentlessly to the point he loses all sense of control. you had him wrapped around your finger. constantly worship you while he bit at his bottom lip, head thrown back as shameless whimpering moans emits from your lips.

he was just eager to fuck you.

eager to get his dick wet.

eager to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock.

pussy lips clenching around him, you milk him to a T, sucking every last drop till you were filled to the brim.

his creamy goodness eventually creates a sticky, warm feeling where your hips meet. as you wind your hips, you feel his tip kissing at your cervix repeatedly.

"f-fucking hell, doll." His hands roughly slap your ass once more, watching it jiggle within his veiny hold as he goes to spread your cheeks apart. he observes your shared cum rolling down the base of his shaft from your drooling cunt as you continue to go down on him.

your pace slows down, your hand placed at his defined abdomen, you lustfully gaze over your shoulder at him, bashing your lashes to give him a pleading look for more.

he notices you starting to grind steadily against him.

"feels good now don't it?" he becomes smug, taking a hold of your hips, "you love riding daddy's cock don't you baby?"

and like the obedient babygirl you were, you nodded with a gentle. "mhmm."

"mhmm, I know you do, c'mere."

his arms wrap around you securely for you to lean back in his embrace. moaning loudly, he starts to fuck you hard, deeply pounding into your cervix while kissing you sloppy.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

p.s: thank you for all the love and support <3<3