#bleach x fem reader

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

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[yxxdel]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑

ft. multi characters

summary: the title said it all hehe

a/n: randomly listened to this song again, and wanted to write a little drabble but huh.. 850 wc. anyways, hope y’all enjoy. also i won't update a lot bc college started again and im dying

song— versace on the floor, bruno mars (my man fr)

He always loved to spoil you, without any reason, whether it was jewelry or clothes.

But the thing he bought you all the time were dresses. Black, white, red— you had an entire collection in your wardrobe.

Seeing you in fancy dresses turned him on mostly every time. So you weren’t surprised when he brought you yesterday a gorgeous Versace dress.

It was a long dark green dress with a slit on the side, and an open back.

You felt beautiful as you checked yourself in the mirror, biting your lips in admiration.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning your body with adoration and lust. He felt his pants tightening just by this sight as he stood up and walked behind you.

You smiled at him through the mirror, feeling him wrapping his arms around you.

“You like it ?”

He muttered, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I love it. Thank you, honey.”

His lips curled into a small smile, his hand grabbing your hips as he made your bodies rock slowly side to side.

“I’m glad you like it, because I think she was made for you.”

He kissed your bare shoulder, his lips trailing gently towards your sensitive spot behind your ear.

You chuckled, his action tickling you as you closed your eyes.

There was faint music in the background, from the speakers. You tended to put on music when you got ready.

His eyes closed as well, adoring the feeling of your warm body against his.

Your bodies kept moving side to side slowly; the moment could be so romantic if he wasn’t dreaming of ripping the dress off you.

He smirked when he recognized the music that was playing, opening his eyes as his hands wandered on your body.

“Do you know the title of that song, love ?”

Your eyes opened with slight confusion as he turned you around, grabbing the straps of the dress, leaning in to kiss your shoulder once again.

“Versace on the floor.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smirking.

“Oh, is it now ?”

You said, and he nodded as he started to kiss your neck, painfully slow.

“What a coincidence, huh ?”

He smiled against you as he slowly pulled down the dress.

You swallowed hard with anticipation, feeling the dress falling to your feet. You didn’t bother to wear a bra, so you were now only in panties in front of him.

His eyes explored your body from head to toes, gulping as he clenched his jaw. If he didn’t hold back, he could just have come by the sight of your bare body.

He grabbed you by the waist gently, pulling you closer to him.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He whispered in a deep voice before pressing his lips against yours.

Surprisingly, the kiss wasn’t rough but gentle and held all the love he felt for you.

His lips moved softly against yours, frowning slightly from the sudden warm sensation rushing through his body as he deepened the kiss when he felt your tongue seeking enter into his mouth.

His tongue slipped in your mouth with a long groan, cupping your face with one hand and grabbing the back of your neck with the other one.

The lewd sounds your mouth made and the little noises you let out made him even more turned on as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up.

Automatically wrapping your legs around his waist, you smiled against him as he brought you to the bed. You bit his lower lip, before he put you on the bed gently.

“Naughty girl.”

He purred, attacking your neck again. Nibbling and sucking your skin, you grabbed his hair as he started to grind himself against your clothed cunt.

“I have a little problem down there, care to help me ?”

He whispered in your ear, and you couldn’t help but whimper as your hands slowly fell to his pants.

You felt how hard he was, and you swallowed hard again. Slipping your hand into his pants, he groaned loudly as you didn’t warn him and touched his cock immediately.

“E-eager, are you ?”

He sounded like he could cum right now , and you smirked, starting to stroke him slowly.

“You’re the needy one, baby.”

You teased, fastening your pace and hearing his quickened breathing. His lips hovered over your body until he arrived in front of your chest, and started to suck on your nipple.

You both moaned at the same time, his tongue teasing you before he stood up suddenly.

He took off his shirt and pulled down his pants quickly. Leaving him naked before his body was above yours again.

“Tell me if it’s too much, ok? I don’t know if I can hold back when you look at me with those eyes.”

He murmured, before kissing you, your head deepening into the mattress from how hard his lips were on you.

Then you felt his tip at your entrance, and you smiled— because you knew how long and thick he was, and yet it was never too much.

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This is…. NANAMI, geto, gojo, HIGURUMA (jjk) LEVI, jean (aot) SAE, kaiser, NOEL (bllk) GIYUU, tengen, muzan (kny) AIZAWA (mha) SANJI , shanks, law (op) DI leon (re) renji, BYAKUYA (bleach) DAISUKE (he’s so underrated bc the hype of the millionaire detective died w/ the covid)

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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

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hello! I was wondering, if you'd like, could you write a hc for Toshiro, Shinji and Shunsui (and if you'd like to add any other characters), dealing with a fem!reader who just won't confess her love, even though it's very obvious? It can be fluff or smut, whatever you prefer. I would love to see what you come up with! Thank you very much in advance! 💗

Bleach Men and Shy Reader

Hello! Sorry it took me a while to get to this! I'm always struggling to keep characterization accurate which is why this took forever. I love this request btw. So I just didn't get a HC feel for this because I felt like half the fun was in the dialogue of getting reader to confess. So I wrote scenarios instead. Hope you don't mind! ^_^' All fluff, slightly suggestive at places but mostly harmless.

icons by @/pfpanimes and @/xoxomyseriesxoxo

Toshiro (aged up)

"Y/n, I think we're good. We got all the information we need."

Toshiro runs a hand through his hair, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he takes in their surroundings one last time. Their surveying mission had gone well and he was hoping to get back to Soul Society before the sun sets.

"Y/n...?"

He looks around, then his face turns into a look of exasperation as he sees you petting Hyorinmaru like a puppy. Even Hyorinamru seemed to be enjoying the attention, eyes closed, making a loud rumbling noise which he supposed could be comparable to a cat purring.

You were some distance away so he starts to walk over to you as you press your forehead against the large ice dragon's face. It was perplexing why Hyorinmaru behaved the way he did around you, but of course, zanpakuto were mainifestations of their owners. Hitsugaya's face relaxed slighty and took on a softer expression as you continued to play with Hyorinmaru. He was also uncomfortably aware of the way his heart beat a little faster when you were around. Perhaps that's why his zanpakuto behaved similarly.

You were cooing at the large blue dragon. "You're such a good boy. The best ice dwagon...yes..."

You press a kiss to Hyorinmaru's face. Softly, you then say, "I wonder if Hitsugaya taicho feels it when I kiss you..."

Hitsugaya freezes, wondering if he should say something. He didn't feel it, but wouldn't it be wondrous if he could?

"Y/n," he calls out, making you jump. Your face turns red, and you quickly try to compose yourself.

"Hitsugaya taicho! I apologize, I didn't hear you. Are we done with our mission?"

"Yes...I believe we are." He hesitates before saying, "What were you telling Hyorinmaru before?"

You feel your heart racing and try to brush off his question. "It's nothing! I was just being silly. He's a very sweet dragon."

"Yes, I suppose he can be..."

A moment of awkward silence passes between you both before you say, "We'd better get back to Soul Society huh?" Trying to pass over your awkward exchange, you slip past Hitsugaya and start walking back. Hyorinmaru vanishes a minute later as Hitsugaya follows you.

After a few minutes, Hitsugaya quietly says, "I can't feel it."

Your heart skips a beat. Surely you must have heard wrong. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I can't feel it when you kiss Hyorinmaru."

A jolt of electricty runs through you. Had he heard that?! "Oh, well good. That would have been weird."

"Yeah I guess so...but...would it be a bad thing?"

"Would what be a bad thing?"

"If I could feel it."

You feel like your heart may leap out of your chest. A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. "Well you can't so...I guess we'll never know!"

"I mean you could just tell me."

Your words catch in your throat. When you talk again, they come out shaky. "Tell you what?"

"If it's good or bad."

A very palpable, tense, moment lingers between both of you. All that can be heard is the rustling of your robes and your footsteps as the both of you continue to walk.

"I guess...it wouldn't be...too bad, right?" You offer.

"No, I don't think it would be." Hitsugaya looks directly at you. "Those words weren't meant for Hyorinmaru to hear excusively were they?"

You look away. "Well I wasn't saying it out loud intentionally if that's what you mean."

"What's the worst that could've happened? If you had said those words to me?"

"You may have gotten the wrong impression of me..."

"Wrong impression? So you don't like me?"

Well you had kind stepped right into that question. "I...I..."

Why was it so hard to admit your feelings? Your eyes squeeze shut.

"Hey, y/n. It's ok." Hitsugaya pats your shoulder reassuringly. "How about this? I'll bring out Hyorinmaru. You can tell him whatever you want. If that makes it easier."

You look at him with gratitude in your eyes. You knew you weren't getting out of this one until Hitsugaya had a satisfactory answer.

With a small swish of reiatsu, Hyorinmaru appears in front of you. You look into the striking blue eyes of the dragon, so similar to its owner, and take its face between your hands.

"Hey Hyorinmaru," you say softly. "So, I just wanted to say. I think I like someone, and he knows it. But...I'm scared to admit my feelings because...deep down...I feel like he's worthy of someone more talented and special. So if you have an answer to this, please let me know."

Warm hands wrap around your waist and to your surprise, Hitsugaya pulls you against him, resting his cheek on the back of your head.

"Is this enough for an answer?"

You take a deep breath, cheeks pink as a peach.

"Yeah. More than enough."

Shinji

You and Shinji trudged back to his quarters after a particularly tiring mission. It wasn't uncommon for you recuperate in his quarters because his place was simply the closest to the gate when getting back into the Seiretei. And after a long gruelling mission, questions about appropriateness get tossed out the window.

Your muscles ache and you feel your reiatsu pulse as you force yourself to walk. The comforting feeling of the courtyards near Shinji's quarters fill your senses.

"Not too far along now y/n. You can shower first this time."

You look at Shinji side eyed, remembering how the last time he'd hidden the soap when you had made a dash to the bathroom to shower first.

Clearly he was remembering it too because he smirks at you and says, "How about next time, you bring your own soap, you freeloader?"

"I'm a rookie shinigami, taicho. I hardly make enough to afford luxuries like soap." You respond sarcastically.

"You just wanna use mine because you like the way I smell. Admit it. You get off on having my scent on your skin." Shinji says teasingly, giving you a shit-eating grin.

The color rises in your face and you look away. It was true but you couldn't admit that. Instead you say, "As if. Like I enjoy smelling like your cheap deodarant."

"And how would you know my deodarant smells cheap? Have you been going through my toiletries y/n? Like some kind of pervert?" Shinji nudges you playfully.

"Why I might have to start hiding my boxers, in case I find you in my room sniffing around at night."

"Eeewww," you say, wrinkling your nose. You start to walk faster so that you're ahead of him, not wanting him to see how fantastically red your face is getting.

Chuckling, Shinji sprints after you, grabbing the back of your shihakusho, and bringing you to his side, arm draping possessively around your shoulders so that you can't move.

"Taicho," you say through gritted teeth. "What would happen if someone sees us this way? It's very unbecoming of a captain."

"Strange, I don't seem to recall you saying that whenever you crash at my place after a mission." Shinji stops walking and turns so that he's facing you, blocking your way, a hand on each of your shoulders.

You can't look at him now, and drop your gaze. "That's...different. I sleep in your spare bedroom. We both know that and would say the same. But this kind of behavior...out here in the open...someone might mistake us..."

"Mistake us how exactly?" Shinji presses, not relenting at the fact that you're barely able to keep your head up now. "Mistake us as...lovers?"

He drawls the last word and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your heart races and you can't seem to think of a comeback. He was so close to you and his hands were holding on tight.

"N-no," you stammer, trying to keep calm.

"No? What else could they mistake us for that's gotten you so red?" Shinji takes a step closer to you and grasps your chin, lifting you face up to look at his. Helpless, you look into his brown eyes which are looking at yours with amusement.

When you fail to reply, he continues. "There's plenty of reasons they could mistake us for lovers, y/n. I mean, we cuddle on the couch."

"That's because-"

"We've eaten together so many times I've lost count." He barrels over your objection. "Your toothbrush is in a cup on my bathroom counter. Do I need to keep giving you more examples about how unconventional our relationship is? It definitely isn't a captain-subordinate one anymore."

Caught, you try to jerk your face out of his grip which only tightens. "Well, doll? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're living with me, but you seem to be trying to convince yourself otherwise."

"I-that's-" you sputter, trying to retort. "How about the fact that we don't feel that way about each other? Doesn't that count for anything?" you say desperately, hoping for a final chance to keep your heart from getting hurt.

Shinji's expression changes from amusement to thoughfulness. "Don't feel that way about each other...hmm...so...why am I teasing you this way? Why do I allow you to cuddle up to me when we're watching TV? Why am I here, forcing you to look at me, and making my intentions known if I don't feel that way about you?"

Your heart skips a beat and you quit struggling. He couldn't possibly...?

"And why are you blushing so much when I say all this? Why haven't you stopped looking at my lips this whole time?" His voice becomes a soft timbre and his hands drop from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Why are you so resistant to what you're feeling towards me?"

Your chest swells with emotion as his words wash over you. For the longest time, you'd hidden your feelings, hoping he wouldn't notice. Because how embarrssing and cliche? A subordinate falling for her captain?

"I...may...like you as more...than my captain..." You admit grudgingly.

"There we go. Now was that so hard?" Shinji rests his thumbs on your cheeks, stroking gently. "For the record, I'm not playing around. I'm serious."

You peek up at him. "Promise?"

"Well...I'm not a fan of making promises I can't keep- OUCH!" Shinji lets out a yelp of pain as you shove him hard in the ribs before scurrying off towards his quarters.

Humbled, he quickly chases after you. "Y/n! I am dead serious! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"

When he hears you laughing, his eyes narrow.

"Very well then doll...I suppose I'll have to torture the confession out of you while hiding the soap again...maybe this time after you've gotten in the shower..."

Shunsui

Your eyes roam over the voluptous shinigami talking to Shunsui. He certainly seems to have a type. You sigh and try to focus on your own work. Being an aide to Shunsui has been insightful in terms of getting experience but also an eye-opening period where you would see how many women seem to sidle up to him for attention.

Shunsui chuckles at the woman before she saunters out, hips swaying. He fixes his hat and stretches, the neck of his shihakusho slipping down to reveal his toned pecs.

Such a slut you think to yourself as you try to finish your paperwork. Although, truth be told, you weren't sure if that was entirely true. Women went up to him all the time, sure. How many of those women made it back to his quarters was another question entirely. Not as many as people thought, according to Nanao.

Shunsui glances over at you, a cheeky smile widening over his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teases, as you suddenly flush, realizing you'd been staring shamelessly at his chest for the past minute.

"N-no," you stammer. "Just wondering how brazen you must be to have your shihakusho practically untied while in the office."

"Not as brazen as my subordinate who's been visually feeling me up," he shoots back with a wink.

You quickly look back to your paperwork. Was it your fault he was an attractive looking man for his age? You heart thuds in your chest and you take a deep breath to calm down. This does not go unnoticed by Kyoraku who puts his face on his palm, leaning on his desk looking at you.

"Let's get a drink tonight."

Surely you misheard him. "...What?"

"I know you heard me y/n." He chuckles, a rich, low, rumble emanating from his throat. "And based on what I've seen, I think you've imagined more than having a drink with me."

Your throat goes dry. "You got that...from a one-off look?" Your words come out like a croak.

"Well darling, you've been making eyes at me all evening. Thought I'd save you the trouble." He gets up from the desk and wanders over towards you.

Your brain goes into panic mode. "I-I can't. Busy today."

"Ah hm...I see." Shunsui says in that lazy way, getting closer to you. "Busy. So very busy. Tell me. What plans do you have tonight that you're too busy to get a drink with your captain?"

Your mind blanks out at his question. Seeing the look of disarray on your face, Shunsui offers you a sympathetic pat. "I can give you a minute if you need to come up with an excuse. Maybe pretend to watch the birds outside?"

Your cheeks burn at his suggestion. "Unnecessary. Clearly I don't have one. Apart from I don't want to."

"Now why's that? I like you, and you seem to return the feeling. I've been around long enough to know when a woman is interested in me. So what's the problem?"

"I'm your subordinate. And with your reputation I don't wish to be another statistic in your book."

"Statistic?" Shunsui looks at you with sharp eyes. "Darling, how many women do you think I've been with?"

"I don't know. 2000 years is a long time."

He looks stunned at your words then sighs deeply. "I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm not thinking of making you a 'statistic'. I actually like you."

Your heart races. "Say that again."

"I like you. I'm not too proud to hide how I feel. Now how about you stop insulting me and admit you like me too?"

You take a deep breath. "I'll have a drink with you."

"Well that's a start I suppose."

"And tie up your damn shihakusho."

"And miss the chance to have you stare at me all night?" Shunsui's eyes glitter with mischief. "I think not."

[ninibeingdelulu]

Captivating

The lazy afternoons are his favorite times - just you two lounging in the peaceful quiet of his bedroom after a hectic week.

You're curled up comfortably amongst the rumpled sheets, fully engrossed in whatever novel has currently captured your imagination.

He loves the look of serene contentment washing over your features as you get lost between those pages.

Rather than napping or occupying himself otherwise like usual, he finds himself utterly transfixed watching you read instead.

The way your eyes flit rapidly across each new line, your lips mouthing certain words unconsciously under your breath, fingers absently toying with a stray lock of hair - he catches every tiny mannerism and nuance like a lovesick teenager.

Occasionally you'll gasp or giggle at an amusing passage, entire face lighting up with such unbridled delight that his chest clenches instinctively.

In those moments, you resemble that enchanted little girl he first fell for - uninhibited and radiating pure, unfiltered joy from deep within.

When you shift positions, tucking arms and legs into new cozy configurations snugly, he has to resist the overwhelming compulsion to reach out and pull you flush against his chest protectively.

He craves drinking in your warm flowery scent intermingled with hints of their freshly laundered detergent all afternoon if possible.

Sometimes you'll pause to bite your plump bottom lip in pensive concentration, and his eyes instantly fixate there helplessly.

He fantasizes about leaning over and capturing that lush pout between his own teeth next while chasing away any nagging thoughts still lingering with unhurried kisses instead.

Inevitably you'll realize he's been unabashedly ogling your relaxed form for who knows how long. Flushing self-consciously, you'll playfully toss your book aside to pepper his stoic visage with indignant kisses until he cracks the faintest lopsided grin of pure contentment in return.

Because truly? He has no control over how maddeningly captivating each gorgeous facet composing your very essence proves to his complete undoing.

How helplessly enamored he is to simply study and appreciate you existing beside him like the most priceless, sacred treasure imaginable.

cloud strife, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, michael kaiser, sasuke uchiwa, shoto todoroki, levi ackerman, jean kirstein, renji abarai , leon kennedy

[blond3ang3l]

Aizen and kenpachi are girl dads

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Kenpachi is obvious cause the little girl he always has with him. That’s gonna be his daughter’s older sister basically. He’s more of the type to have three or four kids that all happen to be girls. It was never planned but damn was he happy because he loves doting on his girls. They are much like him personality wise. Every single one his energy. The baby girl however was your twin, she copied every single thing you did. All his girls does activities, oldest does ballet and the youngest three does sports. Kenpachi spends heard learning to do all of their hair because each one has different hair texture.

Aizen on the other hand would have twin girls and that’s all. One and done. He’s absolutely obsessed with his little girls. I could see him being something high power like a Really big lawyer. His girls have everything high brand. Both are totally spoiled. Oldest twin is pure you and younger one is just all aizen. They represent you both so well. He would have pageant girls. He blows bank on the girls for their pageants. Only gets his girls the best the money can buy. Even if it means he has to be corrupt.

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 31- Slasher!Grimmjow x F!Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and the Slasher is back at it. Will you take Grimmjow's advice and stay home or get caught by the slasher?

Warning: MINORS DNI, SMUT, mentions of murder, public sex??? It counts even if ppl dead right lololol???

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"For the fuckin' last time, (Y/N), stay inside this Halloween! It's too dangerous for ya." Grimmjow barked as he followed you to your dorm room.

"I'm not a child, Grimmjow. I've finally been invited to a party and I want to go," You said with a soft pout.

You and Grimmjow had become unlikely friends when you started college together. Grimmjow was known as a foul mouthed brute, barely making his way through college, while you were a straight A student.

"Yeah, by the dicks of campus. C'mon, that slasher dude is out there and they are prime targets. I don't wanna see yer body on the news."

"Oh, Grimmjow," You smiled and pulled him into a hug, "There's way too many people. I can't live my life in fear. Why don't you be my bodyguard then?" You asked.

Grimmjow pulled his hands away from your hips, wanting to keep you close. He gave you a lazy glare,

"Ya know I always will be...but I ain't goin' to that party." He sighed heavily, fixing your hair, "What ya wearin'?"

"Wanna see?"

You smiled brightly as you went to change into your costume. Honestly, it was a bit on the slutty side, but that was what all the girls at the party were going to wear. You just wanted to fit in, but if Grimmjow liked you in the outfit, you would feel much better.

You loved Grimmjow, but you were afraid of ruining your friendship with him.

"Ta~daaaa~"

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Grimmjow felt his dick do all the talking as you stepped out of the bathroom with a tight devil suit. Your breasts and ass barely holding onto the thin costume. Hiding his erection, Grimmjow watched as you posed for him.

"Fuck, (Y/N), ya really wearin' that?"

"Do you not like it?" You frowned, sulking your shoulders. Grimmjow cussed lowly,

"I do, but why do others gotta see ya in that?"

"I was told that all the girls have to be in something like this," You pouted, glancing at him. Grimmjow just grumbled and started to leave,

"Ya look good. Look, I'll text ya later...Got shit I needa do."

Grimmjow cussed quietly as he hurried out of your dorm. Not only did he have to take care of his erection, but he needed to get ready for tonight. No one would going to see you in that sexy costume.

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You were nervous. The amount of looks you had while on the way to the party made you think twice. As worried as you were, you needed to go to this party. You were finally going to fit in at the college!

Approaching the house, you could hear the music from a mile away. It was strange to not see anyone outside. You knocked, but with no answer, you opened the door.

"Um? Hello?"

Gasping loudly, you froze as you saw piles of bodies laying on the ground. Blood soaking the floor. You wanted to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat.

Ready to run, you cried as someone wrapped their arms around your waist.

"Please! No!"

"Shh, yer bodyguard is here," Grimmjow whispered into your ear.

"G-Grimmjow?!"

Sobbing as your fear slowly went away, you turned around and hugged your friend. Grimmjow's hands wrapped around your body as he gently lifted you up. His hands grabbing your ass.

"G-Grimm-"

"I told ya not to come 'ere," Grimmjow said with a sigh as he walked up the stairs, "Didn't want ya to see this."

"Huh?"

"These fuckers were gonna pull a cruel prank on ya, heard em talk bout it." Grimmjow placed you on a bed, "Had to fuck em up before they could do that...plus...yer outfit is only for my eyes."

"Grimmjow?" You were surprised by his words then gasped as you saw the party hosts tied up, dead against the closet, "W-Wait!?"

"Shh, I ain't never gonna hurt ya,"

Grimmjow stroked your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. He took off his clothes, placing himself between your legs. You weren't sure what the think right now. Your body was getting hot for Grimmjow, but you were scared from the murders.

"Did you-"

"So fuckin' sexy," Grimmjow groaned, pulling your bottom part of the costume to the side, revealing your dripping pussy, "Hehe, yer body wants me too."

"W-Wait....Grimmjow...did you kill everyone here?" You finally asked.

Grimmjow gave you another lazy look, which answered your question. He hovered over your body, his fingers trailing your exposed cunt before pinching and rubbing your clit. You gasped, moaning softly and squirming against his touch.

"Will ya hate me if I did?"

You whimpered, unsure how to answer that. You thought you knew Grimmjow. He was your best friend, but to murder people? Grimmjow was the slasher this whole time? It was wrong to love him, but you didn't want to lose him.

"No," You admitted.

Grimmjow smirked as he lifted your legs, kissing you again before sliding his dick inside your tight folds. You gasped and whined in response, feeling strange. Grimmjow was filling you up in a house full of people he just killed. This was wrong, but it felt so good.

"W-What if you get caught?" You asked. Grimmjow raised a brow as he started to thrust inside you, "Ah~"

"Don't worry bout that. Just focus on ma dick inside ya." He grumbled, enjoying the sounds you were making, "Listen to yerself, so fuckin' sexy. Been waitin' for this just as long as I have?"

"Hn~ Mhm~" You gripped the bed sheet, arching your back as you felt Grimmjow's dick kiss every part of your pussy.

"That's my good girl. Let the last thing these assholes see is their killer fuckin' the girl he loves."

"Ah~ MhM~ G-Grimm~" You couldn't think straight as Grimmjow kept pounding his dick into you.

You gasped and moaned as you felt your core starting to build up heat. You were going to cum soon. This was wrong. Having sex right after the man you loved killed a bunch of people. It was wrong, but oh so exciting.

"Gonna cum for me? If ya do, then I ain't got no choice but to fill ya up." Grimmjow chuckled darkly, his pace picking up, "Like the thought of me bein' a killer? An even bigger bad boy than ya thought?"

"S-Stop s-saying...mhm~ ah~" You cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, "Grimm...hah~ hah~"

"Awe, don't get tired. Ya wanted to party all night, right? Well, yer gonna party with me." His smirk widening as he unloading inside you, watching you squirm.

"All night long."

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Grimmjow chuckled lowly as he held your hips, his dick still pounding inside your dripping pussy. He had you on all fours, facing the bodies of his victims. His cum was dripping out of your pussy with every thrust Grimmjow gave you.

"Yer just a moanin' mess, (Y/N). It's only been like thirty minutes, gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. Didn't think ya had the stamina for me." Grimmjow chuckled darkly.

"Mhm~"

"Hm, yer right. Better get outta here before anyone notices." Grimmjow grumbled.

Giving you one last load, Grimmjow let your limp body rest while he got dressed and cleaned up. He had to make sure there were no traces of either one of you at this house. This was always the most annoying part of his kills.

Once he was done, Grimmjow fixed your costume and picked you up. He had no choice but the take the sheets with him since both of your fluids were all over it.

"Hm, ain't nobody gonna say shit if yer at my place dressed like this. My little devil." Grimmjow chuckled, kissing your head as he jumped out the window, "Gonna fuck ya stupid, (Y/N), make sure ya never betray me."

Never.

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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[kurokawaia]

❛ PUSHY ❜

Yandere! Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.8k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: manipulation, obsession, x fem reader, afab, she/her pronouns, stalking, pet names, thoughts about kidnapping, non-consensual physical contact, pushy, threatening behaviour, violence, reader is somewhat timid and goes through emotional distress + probably more

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Hiiii !! Love your work btw can I request a yandere grimjow with fem reader who's part of Ichigo's group ?!! - @rxsesss

A/NOTE :: This contains 700 words of headcanons and 1.1k words of scenarios :)

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𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

It all began in the midst of the fierce battle of Ichigo's group against the Espada. You fight with valor; at every attack, your Reiatsu flares. Even in the fight, Grimmjow's piercing blue eyes lock onto you. There is something about your fierce determination that piques his interest—no, more like your strength that he wanted. After the battle, you could not shake off that feeling of being watched. You shrugged off the paranoia, but in your mind, Grimmjow's interest in you was already planted.

Grimjow becomes your unseen guardian. He looks after you from afar, ensuring that nothing bad happens to you. When you're training with Ichigo and others, his jealousy rises. He despises the sight of you with them, especially Ichigo. He begins to attack whoever gets too close to you during a battle, not from duty but due to jealousy. His eyes always seem to linger a little longer on you than the rest.

You start seeing Grimmjow more often. He's really got a habit of popping up at really bad times, just to let his presence chill your bones. He's starting to get personal—getting in contact with your group. His eyes meet yours in every fight that would happen. There's something in those eyes that churns at your stomach—anger, and something else you can't quite describe.

Grimmjow begins to corner you when you're alone. He enjoys watching you squirm, his words laced with threats and twisted compliments. "You’re too good for them, you know. They don’t see your true potential."

He knew you found him intense, and he was going to use that. These encounters leave you shaken. There’s an unsettling intensity in his eyes, a dangerous mix of desire and obsession.

Even with his crass temperament, Grimmjow comes across as your ruthless protector. He kills off anyone who threatens you with vengeance near to the point of madness. You realize enemies targeting you end swiftly. He never said it, but through his actions, you know. "No one touches what's mine," he would growl after dispatching yet another Hollow that dared attack you.

Grimjow slowly starts bending situations to alienate you from your friends, planting seeds of doubt about their loyalty, what their intentions really are. "You think they really care for you? Face it, you're nothing but a tool for them."

He preys on your moments of uncertainty, giving you protection and understanding that you never wanted yet find yourself begrudgingly dependent upon. You are locked between fear and this weird sense of intrigue. Grimmjow's obsession is terrifying, but something raw and honest about his feelings makes you not help but not ignore it.

Grimjjow, too, is torn. His lust to have you clashes with the fear of vulnerability. He has never felt this way for anyone, and it scares him. "Why do you make me feel like this?" he growls on one of your more heated encounters.

His fixation reaches such a height that he begins to have visions of whisking you off to Hueco Mundo to be safe from the dangers of the Human World and the interference of Ichigo and his friends.

Grimmjow knows you can handle yourself, but something inside of him wants to render you useless. So that you have no choice but to turn to him. He imagines life, with you all his own, and separate from the mess of battle. But he knows this is near impossible. "One day, you'll see that you belong with me," he whispers, more to himself than to you.

Grimmjow would start leaving you unnerving gifts, tokens from defeated enemies or objects he thinks you might like. Every present reminded one of his existence, of his claim on you. They range from beautiful, exotic flowers to the remains of his defeated enemies. "A token of my affection," he says, smirking, his eyes daring yours to refuse his 'gift'.

The tension between you and Grimmjow finally culminates when the two of you have an intense battle. His obsession, your defiance, grows into a confrontation that will leave both you and him different. You turn around, anger overflowing, mixed with fear. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" you scream at him. Grimmjow's response is angry. "Because you're mine!"

Whether it is finding an out from his clutches or meeting him in some twisted type of understanding, you were afraid and confused. His fixation may never subside, but how you react to it will create your destiny.

𝒮𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 (𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉)

1 - The next encounter ::

The sun had begun to set over Karakura Town, and long shadows were coming across the streets. Your body bore the strain of exhaustion, not long after having trained with Ichigo and the rest. Just as you began making your way home, that feeling of being watched overcame you again. It was a sensation all too familiar and unwelcome.

There was not going to be any of that, not if you had anything to say about it. You picked up your pace, hurrying away from there and home before that thing even thought to put in an appearance. Still, before you could round the corner, a strong hand clamped down on your wrist, mercilessly yanking you into a dark, narrow alley.

"Going somewhere, princess?" Grimmjow purred lowly in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tried to pull away, but he was holding tight. "Let me go, Grimmjow," you demanded, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

He chuckled; there was that dangerous glint again in his blue eyes. "Why would I do that? We've got unfinished business."

2 - The next confrontation ::

You glared at him, refusing to show the fear that churned in your stomach. "What do you want from me?"

Grimmjow's eyes darkened with an intensity that made your heart race. "Isn't it obvious? You're mine. I won't let anyone else have you."

You scoffed, trying to hide your growing fear. "I belong to no one, especially not you."

His grip tightened, making you wince. "You think those weaklings you hang out with can protect you from me? You're delusional."

Despite the fear, anger flared within you. "Ichigo and the others care about me. They’re my friends, something you wouldn’t understand."

Grimmjow's expression twisted with jealousy. "Friends, huh? They don’t see you the way I do. They don’t know your strength, your potential."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "But I do. I see everything."

3 - Growing obsession ::

You struggled against him, but it was futile. Grimmjow's eyes bore into yours, filled with a possessive hunger that sent chills down your spine. "You belong with me," he whispered, his voice a mix of desire and determination. "I’ll protect you, keep you safe. No one else can."

You shivered at the intensity of his words. "You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just obsessed."

Grimmjow's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Maybe I am. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine."

He released your wrist, but before you could react, he cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. "I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not even those you call friends."

Tears of frustration and fear welled up in your eyes. "Why can’t you just leave me alone?" you pleaded, your voice breaking.

Grimmjow’s expression softened for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. "Because I can’t. You’ve gotten under my skin, and now I can’t get you out."

4 - Not only your own breaking point ::

The tension between you reached a breaking point. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear, anger, and confusion swirling inside you. "Grimmjow, this isn't right. You can't just force me to be with you," you said, your voice shaking.

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed, his grip on your face tightening for a moment before he let go, stepping back slightly. "I don't care what's right. I care about keeping you safe. And the only way to do that is to keep you close."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "And what about what I want? Have you ever considered that?"

For a moment, Grimmjow seemed to hesitate. His eyes flickered with something almost like regret, but it was quickly replaced by his usual intensity. "What you want doesn't matter. Not if it means putting yourself in danger."

You took a step back, shaking your head. "You're wrong. I have a right to make my own choices, even if they're dangerous."

Grimmjow's expression hardened, his jaw clenching. "Then I'll just have to make sure you don't get the chance to make those choices."

5 - Decisions ::

Realizing you weren't going to get through to him with words, you knew you had to act. Summoning all your courage, you focused your reiatsu, ready to defend yourself if necessary.

"Get out of my way, Grimmjow," you warned, your voice steady now.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the challenge. "Make me."

Without another word, you launched yourself at him, using the techniques you'd learned from your training. But Grimmjow was fast, blocking your attacks effortlessly. The alley echoed with the sounds of your struggle, a blur of movement and flashes of reiatsu.

Despite his superior strength and speed, you refused to give up. You fought with everything you had, determined to break free from his grasp. But Grimmjow was relentless, his obsession driving him to match your every move.

Finally, in a desperate bid for freedom, you managed to land a powerful blow, knocking him back. Seizing the moment, you darted past him, racing towards the end of the alley.

But Grimmjow recovered quickly, his hand latching onto your wrist once more. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, pulling you back.

6 - Exhaustion ::

You were too exhausted to continue struggling, and so you sagged into his hold, frustrated tears streaming down your face. "Why can't you just let me go?" you whispered, breaking your voice.

Grimmjow's expression softened just a little, his grip loosening enough to make his touch gentle. "Because I can't lose you," he finally admitted in a low voice, full of vulnerability as he hadn't ever seen. "I won't lose you."

You searched his eyes for that ruthless Espada you had grown to know, but in their stead, you saw a glint of something almost human—a gnashing, desperate need for connection and control.

You took a deep breath and then decided it. "Grimmjow, if you truly do care for me, you will let me go. You will trust that I can handle myself."

His eyes widened with surprise, but he did not let go. "I can't. I won't."

Gently, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "You have to, or you'll ruin what you profess to love."

For a moment, Grimmjow almost appeared to wrestle with himself. He finally sighed grudgingly and released you, stepping back. "Fine. But don't think this is over. I'll be watching."

You nodded at him, feeling a wash of emotions within you, ranging from relief to apprehension. "I know."

You couldn't help but feel that this was far from the end when you turned and walked away. The obsession Grimmjow had for you had been tempered, but you knew it wouldn't be long before he was once more watching and watching.

Deep down, you couldn't help but wonder if you ever would be free of him once and for all.

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[sashi-ya]

➡ 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 2/2

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bleach masterlist 2: older events and sfw & nsfw random fics, not event related.

ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 ⋆ 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒: 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌 ⋆ ��𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀. ⋆ 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 - 𝐛𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⟢ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 // 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦

ＮＯＴ ＳＡＦＥ ＦＯＲ ＷＯＲＫ ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘! 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐒 ⋆ 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 ⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ⋆ 𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ⋆ 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 - 𝐊𝐎𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐒 & 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐒 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊!+18. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆- 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐓 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ＥＶＥＮＴＳ 2/2 (recent events on masterlist 1)

𝐀 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 + 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⭒ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 kuchiki byakuya x f! reader⭒ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 jushiro ukitake x gn! reader⭒ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 adult! ishida uryu x f! reader R18+⭒ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. kuchiki byakuya x f! reader. R18+

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 [+18] 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 - 𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 [+18] 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐞 - 𝙶𝚘𝚍! 𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 ⋆ +18 Eyes For The King. Äs Nödt x f! reader ⋆ +18. Serve Me. Dom! Kuchiki Byakuya x f! reader ⋆ +18. HCs: Sexy Things Byakuya and you do together ⋆ +18. Eternity Only Lasts For a Minute. Aizen Sōsuke x f! reader ⋆ +18. adult! Kurosaki Ichigo n/s.fw Headcanons

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐) +18 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 - 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐗 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 – 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ 霊圧 + 淫慾. //𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 + 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭. [𝐓𝐇𝐄-𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐎𝐅-𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝘹 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈-𝐘𝐀 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣] ➡ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐱 (𝐕-𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ +18. 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

月が綺麗ですね 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐣𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝟏: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭) ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆+18 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆ +18 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒. 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 - 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐈 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐒 - 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⋆ 𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀 - 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ��𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅! 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ⋆ +18. 𝐔𝐋𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃

𝐎𝐡, 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ⋆ +18. 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ~ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⋆ +18. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋! 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ +18. 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍! 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

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Hiya! I was wondering if maybe you could write something like kyoraku fucking you in a sundress? Like you’ve planned a picnic date and then he sees you all dressed up in a pretty yellow sundress and makes you sit on his face in the middle of the park? Ty love x

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 shunsui finally has a day off from his captain duties, so y/n decides to plan a romantic picnic to help him relax. upon seeing her in that pretty little dress, he thought of other ways to do so.

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! black woman who uses she/her pronouns ─ chubby!reader. established relationship ── husband x wife. same couple from goodmorning, my love. part ii. to my four part series. NO MANGA SPOILERS. third POV, usage of profanity, praising and breeding kink, VOYEURISM ── public s3x. oral!receiving ── face sitting, missionary position, terms of endearment ── cupcake, sweetheart, my love, angel, baby, pretty girl, etc. squirting, creampie. this is just some passionate love making in the garden. shunsui is wearing a yukata and i think it's hot. 3.3k word count.

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my goodness. first of all, im sorry this request took so long. i have like three different versions of this fic written, but decided to go with this one. i absolutely love it. nonnie, i hope you're still here with me lol. i also just came off a writing hiatus, so im going to try to knock out my other requests, which are also bleach characters, hehe. shoutout to nonnie for being my first completed request. ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ no more rambling. i hope y'all enjoy. interactions would be greatly appreciated. ♡ eighteen plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑰 𝑺𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝒀/𝑵 𝑷𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑨 𝑪𝑼𝑷, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯. His grey irises were glued to Y/N, mesmerized by her gorgeous appearance. A day never went by when Shunsui wasn't obsessed with her beauty, but today he found himself staring more than usual. Did it have something to do with the substance circulating his system or the short yellow dress Y/N was wearing? 

Maybe both. 

When Shunsui saw Y/N, he felt himself coming undone in the yukata she picked out for him to wear. He wondered where she got this dress from? Perhaps a gift from Rukia when she returned from the World of the Living? If so, he would surely thank her the next time he ran into her.

The dress held Y/N's curves perfectly. With every step she took, her tits bounced like they were dying to be freed. A few times on the stroll to the garden, the wind blew heavily to expose her garments. The pervert in Shunsui wanted the wind to blow harder to reveal more, but of course, the gentleman in him helped Y/N adjust. 

Shunsui declared yellow was Y/N's color. It complimented her deep brown skin well—and the sun couldn't agree more, descending upon her complexion to illuminate the natural glow she already had. To think this day was supposed to be reserved for spending time with Y/N and relaxing. All he could think about was fucking her in that pretty little dress. Well, that sounds quite relaxing to him, at least. 

"My love, you're staring," Y/N said while her eyes remained focused on rummaging through the picnic basket. 

Of course, he was. How couldn't he? If only she could witness the lewd thoughts permeating Shunsui's mind. They were beyond obscene, visualizing her thighs suffocating his face while he ate her pussy until she was a cumming mess. Fucking Y/N, gazing at her tits bouncing invitingly until they fell out her top. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra either. The dress's material was thin enough to have her nipples peek through. 

Fuck, she was so damn sexy. Shunsui's cock was growing harder the longer he watched.

"Can you blame me for having a beautiful wife?"

Y/N wrinkled her nose. "Hmm, maybe you're right. I can't blame you, but you could at least say what's on your mind."

"Why do you think something's on my mind?"

"Hmm, maybe because you're giving me those bedroom eyes, and your cheeks are quite red. I know you could handle your liquor."

He chuckled, using his free hand to throw up in defeat. "You got me. You'll probably think I'm a pervert if I tell you what's on my mind."

"Baby—I thought you were a pervert since we met. I don't think a few of your wet fantasies would make me think otherwise." The laugh he belted from his stomach pulled strings in Y/N's heart. So genuine. He needed this day. 

Shunsui leaned back to pat on his lap, wanting Y/N to take comfort, which she had no issue doing. A delightful ache rushed to his cock from feeling Y/N's clothed sex on him. Her lips were ghosting over his, inches from kissing but instead taking in the lingering aroma of sake. She brushed her nose along the bridge of his nose, an intimate gesture they did to express their love, before wrapping her arms around Shunsui's neck and finding his lips. 

While sharing a heated kiss, Y/N began rubbing her pussy on Shunsui to pull those husked groans from his chest. His free hand rested on the small of her back to aid the rolling motion of her hips. Y/N halted her movements to softly gasp due to feeling his erection grow against her clothed sex. However, Shunsui saw no reason for her to stop. 

Shunsui chugged the last of his sake before grabbing Y/N's legs to wrap around him, having her comfortably straddle him. He placed his hands on her hips to continue her movements while massaging each other's lips. Every moan, grunt, and plea was devoured with the intent of wanting to do more than just make out, especially for Shunsui. 

A greedy man he was when it came to Y/N. He wanted to discover every kink and pinpoint of her body until all her weaknesses were revealed. Any chance he had was used to taking his time pleasing her in ways she didn't know was possible, but Shunsui made it so. And today would just be another one of those experiments. 

"I want you to bear my children, my love," Shunsui rasped, pecking her lips between words before peppering kisses along her neck. "You look so damn beautiful and sexy in this dress. I want to fuck you while you wear it."

"Mmm, let's go back—"

He shook his head. "No. Right here. Let me fuck you right here in the middle of the garden."

"S-Shunsui—I don't know if I'll be able to be quiet. And what if someone sees us?" Y/N words barely came out as normal. Her breathy moans only indicated she was on board with him. 

He tugged her earlobe between his teeth, whispering, "Hmm, conservative now, are we? I recall you stopping by before my captain meetings a few times because you said you missed me—And lunch wasn't the only thing you were dropping off."

Shunsui earned a knowing look from Y/N that was filled with desire. She didn't even bother to argue because it was true. Y/N genuinely visited Shunsui at the barracks to bring him lunch. But there was just something about seeing him tend to his captain duties that had a pleasurable ache rush to her center. And let's just say when Shunsui walked her out of the room, she attracted a few stares from his subordinates. 

She nipped on her bottom lip, letting out a deflating sigh. "Why have I married you again?"

"Because you love me, and I love you. Now come here—Sit on my face." Shunsui wasted no time laying on his back to prepare to feast on Y/N. She attempted to remove her dress, but he stopped her. "I was very serious when I said I want to please you while you wear this dress, sweetheart."

He sat up a bit to grab Y/N's waist to pull her onto his face, causing her to giggle. That giggle soon turned into a soft moan upon feeling Shunsui lap at her clit through her panties. The barrier of her garments acted as a tease and a surprise for something great. Her natural odor graced his nostrils, reminding him how he became pussydrunk, to begin with. 

The feeling of Y/N's pussy being toyed with through her panties was a great delight—as if the material of her garments gave her clit more friction. She even found herself riding his face in hopes of reaching her release quicker. But she should know that Shunsui took his time pleasing her. 

Libido was pumping through their veins, but mainly Y/N. Shunsui was a tease in more ways than one. However, she felt like she was on the edge of a mountain. She was desperate to cum, and although her orgasm was right there—it wouldn't come. Not until his tongue was pleasing her without the barrier. It felt like an everlasting sensation of falling out of the sky. 

Y/N hiked up her dress to look down at Shunsui, seeing that pretty scarlet color decorate his cheeks. She just knew he was enjoying taunting her. His mouth was preoccupied, but his eyes twinkled a light of mischief and ecstasy. Y/N thought he looked so sexy smothered between her thighs, but she needed more, and she didn't mind begging for it. 

"Baby, stop teasing me—please."

"Gosh, I just love when you're so needy and impatient for me, angel. Just this once, I'll give you what you want."

He slipped Y/N's panties to the side to attack her clit. He groaned from having her taste on his tongue, joyfully rolling his eyes back. Shunsui was hungry for this pussy. Taking care of Y/N was the highlight of his day. If only he could spend every day like this—spreading her ass cheeks to obnoxiously eat her pussy and second hole.

Shunsui's moans transferred vibrations to her throbbing bud, causing Y/N to cry his name. He slipped two fingers inside her to produce more of those dulcet cries, which went straight to cock. 

Y/N was so wet for Shunsui and created a mess on his face. Being drowned in her wetness was no issue for him at all. Y/N's juices coated his facial hair and dripped down his chin. She kept whimpering his name, saying how close she was to cumming, and that only aided his feasting to become more passionate. Thrusting his fingers knuckles deep into her cunt while sucking vigorously on her clit. And he couldn't neglect the hidden flavor behind the long side of her labia. 

"Fuck, you taste so good, cupcake. I love this pussy," Shunsui mumbled.

"Shun, suck me harder. I'm right there."

So sensitive she was when it came to Shunsui's touch. Teasing Y/N through her garments was the calm before the storm. She just knew as soon as she felt him lapping at her clit she would cum quickly. Her actions also proved this accurate—pressing her weight on his face, suffocating him between her thighs while riding his tongue.

Y/N began feeling herself and imagined Shunsui running his hands through her curves. Somewhere along the lines of yes, please, oh God, and a few more curse words was all that she could say. However, Shunsui fucking the air caught her attention. She looked over her shoulders to witness how hard his erection became. If she didn't know any better, the wet spot on his yukata was the overload of precum seeping through. 

She bit her lip, thinking about how badly she wanted to suck the soul out of his dick. But that would be saved for another time. 

Shunsui pumped his fingers faster and deeper into Y/N until he hit her sweet spot to pull back her attention. He consumed Y/N's wetness, slurping her juices and generating slurping sounds like her pussy was a popsicle on the verge of melting. His free hand was used to repeatedly smack her ass and rub to alleviate the sting. Shunsui knew she enjoyed his actions. How she clenched around his fingers couldn't say otherwise.

And it wasn't long before her orgasm washed over his face. 

Y/N saw stars while riding out her release. Despite her moans being hitched, they still managed to push through. She panted above him and, as always, thanked Shunsui for delivering great pleasures. 

Typically, Shunsui would continue pleasing Y/N past her orgasm because he enjoyed her sensitivity, but he was just dying to fuck her. He ran his tongue along her folds a bit longer before removing Y/N from his face. He sat her on the blanket to begin freeing himself from his yukata. She watched him with lidded eyes, chest heaving slowly, licking her lips with anticipation to see his girthy cock. 

"You like what you see, darling?"

Y/N giggled. "Oh, shut up and fuck me already."

"Hmm, quite a demand from someone so worried about having sex in the garden." 

She pulled him by the band of his yukata to have him inches away from her mouth. "I said—shut up—and come fuck me." And found his lips once more. 

Their kiss was so passionately sloppy. Moaning and groaning from the lingering taste of Y/N on his tongue. He hurriedly lowered his yukata enough to expose his aching cock. Although Shunsui had all day with her, it seemed like he was still in a rush to fuck her fat wet pussy. He only left a few more smooches before descending into Y/N's neck to nip harshly at her flesh. 

While he stroked his dick to spread his precum and prepare to be inside her, he freed her breasts from the dress because they looked like they needed air. How Y/N's full saggy tits jumped out her top was beyond obnoxious. Fuck, he couldn't resist sucking them into his mouth just to savor for a bit. 

After showing equal love to Y/N's tits, he again slipped her panties to the side and leaned forward until Y/N was lying on her back. He grabbed her legs to hook one thigh under his forearm and pin the other. Shunsui ran his tongue across her bottom lip while his tip rested on her sex to tease, and just when she parted her lips to complain—he pushed in. 

But of course, her pussy was stubborn, involuntary resisting, and only allowing the head. 

He gathered saliva in his mouth to drip on his dick. Her wetness was enough lubricant, but Shunsui knew doing this would create that obscene queefing sound he loved hearing. He took his time working open her pussy, pumping tenderly until he was deep. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out soft whimpers, indicating her approval of his actions. How was his tip alone able to bring her this much pleasure already? But no. She needed to take all eight inches of Shunsui to make him proud. 

"My love, I—I can take it. Give me more," Y/N breathed.

He held his hips still to watch her, seeing how the sun was attracted to the tiny beads of sweat decorating her forehead. He noticed how tears began pricking the corner of those pretty chestnut-colored eyes. Y/N's hand was already resting on Shunsui's lower abdomen in preparation to hold him to alleviate the pressure. It didn't matter how often they had sex—Shunsui is a very passionate partner, and Y/N needed time to adjust.

But if she said she was ready… then she was ready. 

He bottomed out.

She let out a pitched yelp.

He pulled out and did it again. 

And again. 

And again. 

He fucked Y/N to make her cum all over his cock and milk her to breed her pussy. With every thrust, his balls smacked her sex. He was fucking Y/N at full force to have her breasts bounce uncontrollably. They sat so nicely outside the pretty little yellow dress she was wearing. This is what Shunsui was visualizing when he saw her in this dress. 

"Y/N, squeeze your breasts together with your arms," Shunsui ordered, to which she happily complied. "Yes, just like that. Fuck, you're so sexy. So good to me, sweetheart."

"Shun, oh God! Don't stop fucking me like this, baby."

He won't. He won't stop fucking his sweet wife like a wild animal hunting prey. If anything, he'll fuck her harder until she gushes and creams his cock, and he paints her walls. Until she's crying his name from the pit of her stomach. Shunsui kissed Y/N's cervix just enough to deliver another orgasm and not bring discomfort. 

Y/N's cheeks only grew warmer the more her pleasure was built. Shunsui was a lot to handle, but she molded around him perfectly with his patience to stretch her walls. Her pussy sucked him in and out. Based on how his eyes were glued between them, he was delighted by this sight. But Y/N wanted him to look at her.

"L-Look at me, Shunsui."

His dick twitched from her order that sounded too sweet. He gave her soft smooches to express his apologies. "I'm sorry, angel. You want me to watch you when you cum, hm?"

"Yes, please."

Gosh, why did she sound like that? 

Shunsui freed her thighs to take comfort in holding her thick waist. He pounded into her to hear her pussy smile. He quickly glanced to see a heap of cream on his cock. When he returned his eyes to Y/N, he saw her squeezing her nipple while attempting to suck the other in her mouth. The visual of this was so pornographic. His dick couldn't stop jumping unruly. 

He was going to bust soon. 

And she wasn't too far behind. 

"You're going to let me breed you. Isn't that right, my love? That's what you promised me, yeah?" But, despite his words coming out as a question, he wasn't asking. 

More so, telling her. 

"Yes. I'll do anything for you, Shun."

"You're always so fucking good to me."

His hands remained on her waist to fuck her, also pulling down Y/N to meet with his thrusts. He pressed his weight onto her to sensually kiss Y/N, overpowering her pretty two-toned lips with his tongue. Shunsui glided across her jawline and neck to suck fervently on her flesh to pull back those sweet yelps. Her walls wrapped around him acted as a turtleneck sweater providing warmth to his cock. It would only take a few more strokes until Y/N was a cumming mess. 

Shunsui removed one of his hands from Y/N to move his fingers to her pearl to rub out her orgasm. His pace was erratic, and he was eager to feel her wash over him again. Y/N's moans reverberated around the garden, yet they were still sweet and soft. His grunts joined her sounds of pleasure to harmonize. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she couldn't look more beautiful—happier. Words couldn't describe how much Shunsui loves her. She was perfect. 

"Ah—Ngh, oh my gosh, Shun. Baby, I'm cumming. You're making me cum," Y/N whimpered, sniffling her tears of joy. 

"I just love hearing those words from your pretty mouth. You're so gorgeous, my angel. I love you so much. Always milking my cock with this warm, tight pussy. Fuck, you feel amazing." The praises Shunsui was saying to Y/N only helped build her climax further. She was squeezing him, and her pussy produced stirring wet noises. He applied more pressure to her clit and flicked it more quicker. "Mmm, cum for me, Y/N."

His balls were growing heavy. Shunsui put all his strength into his thrusts until they became sloppy, indicating his near orgasm. He repeatedly touched Y/N's cushion, which had her whimpering and toes curling.

He ghosted his mouth over her ears. "Let go for me, sweetheart. I want you to release everything on me. I feel you. Don't hold back, okay? I'm yours."

"..."

"I'm yours," he repeated in a hushed tone.

"Oh–f-fuck…."

And that was it. A beautiful wave washed between them as Y/N squirted and milked his cock, and Shunsui drowned her pussy with his bitters. His sloppy thrusts didn't halt until he ensured every last drop of cum emptied in her depths. He moaned her name, saying she was his good girl, calling her beautiful, and saying he would make her a mommy. 

Once the couple came down from their high, Shunsui pulled Y/N onto his lap with his dick inside her. He showered her face with gentle kisses before finding her soft lips. Having Y/N in his arms was the best feeling he could ask for. 

Upon parting from the heartfelt kiss, they held eye contact to share a look of lust. Two lovers, drunk off love and sake after fucking passionately in the middle of the garden. However, Y/N almost forgot she was in public until hearing the voices of his subordinates. How she yelped and curled into Shunsui, smothering her face on his bare chest, made his heart flutter.

She softly bit his flesh to show her playful frustration of agreeing to be fucked in a public setting. "Remind me to never do this again."

"Haha. I can remind you, but we both know you don't believe in the word never. Now, come on. Let's go home and clean up."

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[niilue]

Congratulations on 3k to my fav writer!!🥳 I literally love your work sooo much, so you deserve it!

Can I please request shinji from bleach + pegging + orgasm denial + fem reader

Keep up the good work and I wish you nothing but the best!💗💗

oh my god fav writer??! me!? 🥹 u are so nice thanks, hope u like it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

⎯ shinji hirako • bleach

niilue's 3k event

cw: dom reader, female reader, sub shinji, pegging, orgasm denial.

as i continued to thrust into him, i felt his inner muscles clench and release rhythmically around my length. it was as if he were trying to hold on to me, but also trying to push me out. the contrast between his resistance and the undeniable pleasure i felt made the experience even more intense.

i reached over and gently squeezed one of his nipples, eliciting a moan from him. "let go of all your tension and just feel it." my hips began to move faster, the friction against his prostate becoming almost unbearable for him. i could see the tension in his body beginning to ease, and i knew that he was getting closer to the edge.

with one hand, i reached around and began to tease his opening, circling my fingertip around the entrance to his ass. "you like this, don't you?" i asked, my voice low and husky. "you like feeling me inside you." i pushed my finger deeper, stretching him as i prepared him for what was to come. as i moved faster and deeper, i could feel him tensing up again, fighting against the sensation of being filled so completely.

i leaned down, my breath hot against his neck. "give in to it, shinji, let go and trust me." and with that, i began to slowly thrust my finger in and out of his ass, matching the rhythm of my other hand on his cock. the combination of sensations was overwhelming for him, and i could feel him start to lose control.

"i'm close," he gasped. "i'm so close." and as he came, his body tensing around me, i could feel the warmth of his release on my hand. but i wasn't done yet. as he lay there, spent, i slowly withdrew my hand and replaced it with something cold and hard.

"what's this?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"something to help you cool down," i replied with a smile. and with that, i began to move again, thrusting into him with a newfound energy. as I felt him begin to respond once more, I knew that this time, i wouldn't let him come. not until i was ready.

i leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "who's in control here, shinji?" i whispered. "who decides when you come?"

his body tensed as he tried to resist the sensations coursing through him. but it was no use. he was mine, and he would obey. "you are," he managed to choke out between gasps for air. "you're in control, (name)."

as i continued to thrust into him, i circled my hips, hitting his prostate with each thrust. "that's right, shinji. you're mine, and you'll obey. feel how good it is when I do this?" i moaned, my breath hot against his ear. "you like that, don't you?"

his body arched into mine, his fingers digging into my hips. "yes, please," he managed to get out, his voice ragged and needy. "i need… i need more."

i leaned down and captured one of his nipples between my teeth, biting gently as I thrust harder. "you're so fucking beautiful when you beg like that." i grunted, feeling the familiar tightness building up in my own core.

i continued to thrust into him, my movements growing more urgent as I felt myself nearing the edge. his moans filled the air, each one a testament to his desire for release. but i wasn't done with him yet. i wanted him to feel my control, my dominance.

with a final, forceful thrust, i buried myself to the hilt inside him, my muscles tensing as i held myself there. "that's it, shinji," i groaned, my chest heaving as i leaned my weight against him. "feel how good it is when i'm inside you? feel how much you need me?"

his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his teeth gritted against the sensation of being so completely full. i could see the struggle in his eyes, the desire to come crashing down around us. but i wasn't ready to let him go yet.

i pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, hitting his prostate with precision. his body arched into mine, his back bowing off the bed. "ahhh," he moaned, "fuckk…"

i smiled down at him, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head. "not yet, baby," i said, and with that, i began to move again, faster and harder than ever before. "you're mine, and you'll come when i say you can come."

i continued to thrust into him, my movements growing more frenzied as I felt the tension building inside of me. his moans filled the room, each one a plea for release. but I refused to give in. i was still in control, and i wasn't about to let him have the satisfaction of an orgasm without my permission.

as his body began to quiver beneath me, i knew that he was close. so close.i leaned down, my breath hot against his neck. "almost there, aren't you?" i taunted. "just a little longer, and then maybe… maybe i'll let you come."

his hips bucked up against me, seeking release, but i held firm. i could feel his muscles tensing, feel the heat emanating from his body. "please, (name)" he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sounds of our bodies moving together. "please let me come."

i leaned back, watching as his expression shifted from desire to desperation. "not yet," i said simply, and with that, i began to move harder and faster, thrusting deeper and faster than ever before. "you're mine, and you'll come when i say you can come."

his cries echoed through the room as i continued to take him, my body moving in perfect synchrony with his. his hands grasped at the sheets, digging into the fabric as he fought against the sensations coursing through him. "i can't… i can't take it," he gasped. "please, please let me come, (name)."

i smiled down at him, my eyes burning with desire and control. "no," i said firmly, "you can't have it that easy." and with that, I sped up once more, my hips slapping against his ass as I took him with a force that left no doubt who was truly in charge here.

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Baby Daddy Red Flags: Bleach Edition (😜🤍)

This one…this one for the sluts! 😭💕 I’m an old anime bitch like lemme get it out my system! (We gonna tag this #ToxicTalk lmaoo, this is a safe space)

(If you wanna know who we share 😒, I’ll add an asterisk or whatever. ((They still mine first 😂💝🫡)) (will update and repost with new additions, semi-live post)

***ICHIGO: Lemme get my baby daddy out the way. Biggest issues would be his availability before and after the kid. Probably got pregnant in a makeup sex situation anyway. Ichigo doesn’t seem to type to breakup but will say let’s break. Based on how selfless he is it also can be seen coming from him not being able to save his mom—so he may have a savior complex. It may seem valiant at first like “oh wow you became friends with Chad helping him with bullies? You became closer to Orihime (😒) after helping her grieve her brother? You’re such a good person!” Til you realize seniority is in place and when his friends call he drops whatever he is doing to go help. It’s been time, money, etc and increasingly his selflessness comes off as codependent. Like he can’t stop trying to make up for something that wasn’t his fault.

He will also randomly reserve to right to become reclusive. Not necessarily secretive but less energetic, talkative, or engaged. (You def realize your baby got some functional depression going on. Iykyk). Might not annoy you but the random times he doesn’t want to be touched or seemingly avoids you does hurt…but he sincerely comes back letting you know he was in a weird space etc.

Ichigo’s biggest yes or no is if you’ll be able to sometimes come second or third (likely til you marry and/or have kids with him.) His father and sisters are absolutely #1, his friends are #2, and his oath to the Soul Society and humanity at large is a consequence of him protecting the first two so that’s of course #3. See where I’m going? Even on your best days you might be upset he runs off to Rukia’s or Orihime’s aid. That he has to “save the world,”to save you too. Jealous types might really become frustrated with Ichigo. And tbh I don’t see him breaking out of his ways. He won’t see a need to because there’s real results of his good deeds in his life. He knows he’s saved lives, so he knows he can continue to—so will you be able to handle the fact his duty and mindset will be self sacrificing? I don’t know I think I’d tie him down with a baby and move on.

**KENPACHI: I fully accept and am attracted to his animalistic tendencies. I absolutely can admit that about myself 😭 but…realistically you’d def have to tell him he’s too rough during sessions. He’s grown up wayward, defensive, survival mode, stomach touching his back— during a time so seemingly historical and old who knows how bad the conditions of poverty were—most kids died if they simply weren’t rich and able to eat. Or turned to crime at extremely young ages or exploited….That’s just global history in real life. And the soul society is that much more complex and arduous. Kenpachi will be a man of few words but immense action. If you want someone who will open up even eventually that is not Kenpachi Zaraki. You will highly likely never know of his past because he will never say he is excruciatingly doing everything to never have to. And no, he won’t communicate ever if anything terrible is on his mind. Although kenpachi is coded as barbaric he really is just that protective—he’s as angry as he will be based solely upon someone’s proximity to him emotionally. You and Yaru will be so exclusively held in a regard he won’t even understand. Just the black hole of his awareness he’ll surpass anything to save y’all. He won’t speak on why Lady Unohana isn’t around anymore (new anime, manga lore). But again, when he ends up rough too many nights in a row you distance yourself from him. He can’t admit to you he disassociates and goes back to bad times. He can’t tell you your comfort and warmth makes him remember the times he needed it before—he doesn’t mean to hurt you but he lives for a fight. But he wants to stop making everything and everyone something to “conquer.” He’ll be a real deal handful and it will solely up to you to either tell him you can’t be with him until he figure shit out or you’ll stick beside him and work through it together. (In this case Yaru is the “kid” yall share, I see him being weary of birthing a child and being a dad in such a “visceral” way. Will have total abandonment trauma and just can’t see him getting over it completely to bring new life into a world he already sees the worst in tbh.) but in terms of “baby momma” treatment? Or your prioritized and protected best believe. 💕 he also will force you to learn combat cause you should be able to take care yourself too. Which might either be hot or burdensome. You’re gonna know how to fight. And tbh he might try to bring it into the bedroom on some weird let’s play fight shit so watch yourself. That’s a BIG MAN! 😭😂💕 “HA! Now that you know how do a few things why don’t you test it on me?” Big cheeky sneaky ass grin girl don’t fall for it!

BYAKUYA: This is the guy who will match your freak everywhere but in public. No PDA—actually don’t even look at him or try to talk to him in public…be professional. He will be joking with others and you’ll get upset saying “Hey! You let the other members of the society tease you?” And in private he’ll admit it’s just to keep up appearances and he hates it all. 😭 I think his biggest issue will be coming off fake or disingenuous or you’ll have a hard time sincerely seeing him cause he’ll be so different depending on where y’all are. People wouldn’t know he’s like a mom boyfriend who makes sure you eat, sleep, and keep up with yourself. Yes, he will absolutely unintentionally say something insulting like “This doesn’t suit you. Find something else.” And yes he will be very clearly on guard when in public. People will openly wonder why you’re with him tbh. Which will frustrate the both of you of which neither of you ever bring up to the other. Byakuya has lost a love before—he won’t talk about it ever. You MIGHT get something out of Rukia about it cause it was her sister but I doubt she’ll go super intimate about THEIR relationship cause she respects both his and her sister’s privacy. So you might be stuck on an eavesdropping side quest with Renji that amounts to nothing cause he’ll sense yall. He’ll be amused and somewhat touched you wanted to watch him work though. He’s usually the one keeping check or track of things so he’ll never say he likes that you peep on him and mind his business. You care about him and he knows he’s a bit unfair not allowing any PDA. But he so openly loved on Rukia’s sister he couldn’t help the shameful self imposed embarrassment once he had to walk the halls alone…Byakuya will be a very intentional, quiet lover. I doubt he’ll moan very much tbh unless he’s exhausted and allowing you to take care of him. Sometimes he’ll absolutely disappear all day into work. Other times he’ll be sure to direct his underlings to wait on you in his stead. He’s more manageable if you can accept his sometimes snarky, distant, super private ways. As a father he’ll be annoyingly big on exceptionalism and them being smart and talented. You’ll have to be sure he isn’t burdening your kid when you aren’t around. And you’ll have to be sure he doesn’t inadvertently impart his insensitive habits too. Likewise, you’ll ABSOLUTELY have to “deal or no deal” him about giving affection to your kid in public. You will absolutely have to go off and tell him it’s y’all or his image. And yeah now he’s holding both yall hands albeit defeated. 💕😭

AIZEN: Shit…girl (im black my “girl…” is gender neutral don’t be annoying 💕) you already know what it is. Yandare, selfish, self righteous, MEAN, EVIL…but fine and rich as fuck. 😔🫤 it will be a doozy to be with this one. You literally have to know and accept what you getting into bestie. I can’t even warn you, you know! 😭 but seriously if your an aizen bias you accept him as is 😭 psycho ass. So I wanna just write how’d he be as a baby daddy. Now not to get…too mature…but if you happened to be someone captured/kidnapped by him and pregnant…baby you is a victim! BUT ITS FANFIC SOOO if you were the captured baby momma that’s in his realm with him…well girl you in the realm lord you stuck. “Can I go to the human world?” “For what?” “Uh, sun?” “Humph what do you need sun for…” He’ll look down at your crying child and be like “Ugh okay whatever but Grimmjow is your chaperone.” And you won’t care cause Grimmjow lets you run off and live life. Which Aizen knows but the minute you aren’t overtly scared and submissive to him he’ll lose his weird sense of “power.” You’re man crazy bestie. He’s definitely someone you won’t talk back to until you’re a parent and equally going to advocate for your kid. He’ll realize and laugh to himself “Their not really submissive at all…little minx…” and hold you in completely new regard. “So you took me as is because you wanted to?” He’ll start thinking shit that confuses him and decide to randomly kill a grunt to distract himself like no he’s not gonna reflect into a better person. 😂 you’ll have everything you want cause you can’t go nowhere 😭. Mind you yes the sex is mind blowing so you sadly do take what positives are there…his eyes don’t fall sexually to anyone but you. His body doesn’t respond certain ways to anyone but you. And as you stand next to him more and more he’s leaning into you and your baby’s energy rather than tryna to overtake yall with his. Just don’t speak about the change and it’ll be fine. The minute you tease or openly acknowledge his becoming softer and less controlling you’ll ruin all the progress you made. Let him feel like he’s in control or whatever.

New Additions (1):

Hitsugaya: (adult of course) Hitsu will be a blend of Byakuya and Ichigo. The best aspects of him will be how attentive and actionable he is about his love for you. But — he will shy away from PDA and sometimes have moments of separated solitude. Unlike Byakuya, he will absolutely open up to PDA, just will never be the initiator of it. Maybe grab your hand at the end of the day to hurry back home or stare at you as long as he can while he observes your dutiful working. He’ll be shy always which keeps your love feeling young and refreshed. You’ll always be able to make him blush and unlike Ichigo, he’ll warm up to you imposing yourself on his alone time. He’ll be big on love making and planning when to have a child so it will be less spontaneous. He’ll have the baby registry and wishlists prepared, printed, and passed out to members of the Soul Society. He’ll enjoy trips to the human world to acquire new toys and trinkets for your baby.

As a baby daddy he’s almost too protective. You wonder what he’s been through as he’ll have a firm grip of your hips as you cradle your child. He’ll have a habit of looking at your baby and then between the both of you stunned at how he can see the perfect blend of your features on your child’s face. He’ll be very close to a simp honestly (which I’m a fan of) and be at your beck & call no matter the hour. Definitely the dad to tell you don’t worry about tending to the little one, keep resting cause he knows how tired you get. He’s honestly the perfect idea of a new father as he’ll be bumbling a bit but with so much to prove. I realize I kinda didn’t write red flags cause I truly see Hitsu adjusting to parenthood and a long term relationship the best. Only thing I can think is that he’ll be overtly willing to sacrifice himself for your family’s safety. So any massive issue in the Soul Society will make your heart sink a little because while he’s capable he’s been in enough life threatening predicaments to cause ample, appropriate worry. He’ll be hard to break out of working I think until your child starts schooling which could be frustrating cause he’ll overcompensate parenting in lieu of his work commitments. Overall, I think he’d be the baby daddy with the least to really worry about.

Renji: Oh lord— all tea, all shade this man will STRUGGLE. « What do you mean the baby is hungry AGAIN ? You just breastfed! WAIT DO NOT PULL YOUR TIT OUT IN PUBLIC WOMAN ! » He’ll have a hard time adjusting to your freedom as a breastfeeding mom for sure (if you choose to). Work ? What’s work? One thing you can count on is that he will absolutely commit to being a family man and even a stay at home dad. He’ll take all his PTO or even « quit » (basically will say don’t call me to help unless the Soul Society is about to die.) He will wait on you hand & foot because he can’t imagine how much your body and mind has gone through and the strength it takes to be so tired but smile and laugh with him and your kiddo. But, he may end up a bit controlling about you leaving the house without him. He’ll either become a sad puppy or an angry old man. « Baby…what do you mean you want me to stay home ? 😓🥺 » or «  Woman, what did I tell you about going out without me ? What if a crazy person tried to rob you ? » You laugh at him always being some level of dramatic but it may get annoying how clingy and worried he’ll become. You’ll have to remind him you lived this long for a reason…and plan to live longer, so he can chill out sometimes cause his worried nature worries you…you might benefit from guilt tripping him into apologizing and giving you a breather on leaving the house. But just know someone is watching over you. Renji would be a great cook or a terrible cook who improves over time. He might be great at catching the baby right when they poop or…end up shat on rushing to a sink. I really see him either being weirdly good at being a dad or definitely suffering from the learning curve.

Your baby will definitely be conceived in a wild love making, (maybe rough, passionate sex) session. And you’ll catch him blushing when he holds your baby and looks at you remembering the night you had. You’ll be the type to walk in on them sleeping crazily on the sofa, his arm instinctively holding your baby firm. He’ll be grateful to not have to jump up to go to work honestly. His biggest red flags will be being overbearing, needy, and likely requiring a lot of overt reassurance. (Which isn’t necessarily a red flag given he just will want to be a really good dad and partner.) Otherwise he’ll become a stubborn dad who will try (and fail) to « put his foot down. » Which will likely result in him sleeping on the sofa…💕

[partyanimal167]

Feelings- Grimmjow x F!Reader

An idea (kind of) finally popped into my head with our lovely boy Grimmjow! I really just want this to be spicy and filled with the tropes that get my blood going lol. Let's enjoy~

CW: fem reader, alt post canon, (slight) jealous Grimmjow, cussing, mdni, smut, pnv, biting, reader's a bit of a size queen, pleasure dom Grimmjow

For him, the adrenaline rush was like no other. It made him greedy. He didn't have to share or hint at anything. This part of his life was all his, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Grimmjow finally caved in and decided to try to have a more "normal" life as the humans would describe it. It did make sense after all. Wars had been fought. There were several dimensions and worlds to see. Grimmjow still had his dreams and goals of wanting to be the strongest. It was his foundation. But events with those damn shinigami had him thinking about things he hadn't ever really cared to.

The first time Grimmjow had seen you was when he was out running a job for Urahara. He wasn't trying to be too involved with the eccentric man, but he knew he needed to do a little work if he wanted to get some favors returned--like eventually getting a gigai.

So while he was up in the air walking, he glanced down as the humans went about their boring daily lives and saw you waving yourself in the summer heat and pulling the bottom of your cropped hoodie. You poked your straw into your boba before taking a sip and smiling for the bit of cool relief.

You then went on your way with reusable bags in one hand--beaming brightly and just seeming...happy. And it was nice.

But weird that Grimmjow even cared or was interested. He simply shrugged it off as a fluke even though he kept his eyes on you a little bit longer.

A while later, Grimmjow allowed Nel to pull him out of Hueco Mundo for a "fun night." Apparently, she had convinced Urahara to let them use some temporary, yet stable gigais' and wanted to try out the night-life-party-thing that she's heard Ichigo mention. Grimmjow didn't really care to try, but he did recall a bar fight story--that was as close to fighting humans as he could get for awhile. So why not?

And there you were again, dancing with some friends and seeming to beam with positive vibes. The music was loud and lights flashing, but Grimmjow found himself continuing to watch you. Your hips swayed in tight, white jeans and bandeau top sat pretty on your chest.

He growled when the red-head, Renji, suggested buying a drink for your group, but he didn't even have to do all that. One of your friends recognized Ichigo, so naturally the groups merged. Renji was quick to try and chat you up, and you were all smiles and laughs at his dumb jokes and easy-going smiles.

Grimmjow grunted at the scene, but for whatever reason, his eyes were still on you.

People continued to talk and walk by. Someone was running and not paying attention ended up bumping into you, but before you could tumble over too much, Grimmjow pulled you close to him with an arm around your waist.

You swore you heard him say, 'Stupid humans,' but when he didn't let go of you, you flashed him a smile and say thanks.

Nel invited the girls on the dancefloor, and while Grimmjow wanted to stay cooped up in the booth, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along. You said he dances really well, but he wouldn't know. The group had gotten bigger, and everyone kept the good times going.

As the night slowed down, Renji was back to talking to you and your friends, but before he left, you quickly gave Grimmjow a hug and handed him a piece of paper.

That had caught him off guard. He looked down and saw your name written with a group of numbers below. He wasn't sure what it meant but he could feel a tug pull at his lips.

...

Grimmjow learned he needed a phone. So as much as he hated it, he pulled a couple more jobs for that candy man before calling you. Texting was more normal he had been told, but he didn't like the idea of having to wait for a reply. There must have been a reason you gave him your number, so he could just call, right?

You sounded a bit confused when you answered, but after hearing that it was Grimmjow, you giggled and told him that you thought he lost your number. Grimmjow told you he didn't have a phone which was weird, but it didn't bother you too much. You suggested that the two of you meet up, so he agreed.

It was a date. That's what he was told. But it didn't seem like those boring sappy things he's seen Nel watch. It felt...okay. You went and got some lunch and walked around. Grimmjow asked you about your job. You asked him about his makeup. The question confused him, but he realized you meant his eyes.

'I, uh, just like it like this." Real smooth.

Grimmjow couldn't really describe the way he felt around you, but he knew he didn't hate it. He knew he liked being around you--even if you two weren't battling it out. And for some reason, he didn't like the idea of you hugging and laughing others like you did with him.

When he wasn't in his gigai, he'd swing by your place and check things out. You'd relax around the house, sit outside, clean here and there. But when you had some guy over, oh Grimmjow easily recognized that anger emotion--especially when it seemed like your eyes locked and you grinned at him outside.

As soon as that guy stepped out the door, Grimmjow was standing on the railing and glared as the man waved and walked down the stairs. He puffed and grumbled before being met with your knowing look directed his way. Which should be impossible.

"You look hotter with that bone piece by the way." But of course, nothing is.

Grimmjow tried to play it cool. "So you've noticed me around?"

You leaned against your doorframe and shrugged. "I don't always see you. But I get this tingly feeling when you're close. I like it." What you should be feeling is power and fear, but Grimmjow didn't question it out loud. "Well since you're here, would you like to come inside?"

Grimmjow simply grunted and shrug. "Eh you just had someone over."

"That doesn't mean you can't come by." You laughed as he pouted. "No need to be jealous. He's my cousin."

That comment stirred something inside him. Jealous? Is that what that feeling was? He never really thought about it before. If there was something he wanted, he'd take it. Simple. And whatever he deemed his, he'd fight to get it and keep it. Could that apply to people? But the way you smugly suggested it made it seem as if he should deny the accusation.

"Tch, I don't know what you're talking about." he huffed before hopping off the rail.

"You don't?" you chuckled before taking a step closer. "So when you were close to me at the club you weren't lurking when your red-headed friend talked to me? You didnt glare at those guys who stared while we went out for lunch?" Grimmjow grunted, so you took another step. "Okay, how about this: you'd be perfectly fine if you were peeking into my bedroom window and saw someone touching me here." you placed a hand on your bosom. "Or how would you feel if they placed their hands here?" a hand came to your hip as you got closer. "Or maybe, you'd be fine with them hearing me right in their ear," you leaned up and by his ear and gave a pleased moan. "What do you think about that?" You whispered.

You were not well-versed in the supernatural things that happened in your town. Ghosts were the only thing you were sure of, so part of you was shocked when after what felt like a breath, you were in your bedroom--Grimmjow's hand around your arm. You sat down against your soft bed and beamed innocently. "How convenient."

"Take your clothes off."

You gasped dramatically placing a hand on your chest. "Excuse me?"

Yes, Grimmjow was still getting used to the annoying array of emotions and feelings that humans seemed to deal with. However- however, there was an emotion he'd consider himself well-acquainted with: desire. Your smile was sweet and tone light, but Grimmjow could see it in your eyes. They had a fiery hunger that he'd recognized anywhere from facing off a strong new opponent to the chance to prove himself in his rightful place. You were obviously desiring of him and the possibilities of rolling around in the sheets with the arrancar.

And who was Grimmjow to deny you? His eyes mirrored yours too.

"Take. Them. Off."

Your flirty, innocent shell crack at the gruffness in his tone. The heat rose in your cheeks and an embarrassing squeal escaped once your leg was pulled and you slid to the edge of the bed. It seemed you weren't moving fast enough.

Grimmjow's ear twitched at the gasp you let out after your shorts were yanked off. You were nervous and hot and excited all at the same time but managed to find your words. "Wait, no need to rush." you reached for the collar of his jacket and pulled slightly. "I haven't even kissed you."

Grimmjow knew sex to quick and passion-filled, but for some odd reason, he paused to take his time and look at you. Your words from earlier lingered in his head. He would mind if someone was putting their hands on you. Before all of this, Grimmjow had seen you peacefully and as normal as any human he could imagine. Seeing you enjoy yourself and sought him out multiple times after the club made Grimmjow want to claim you in the entire sense of the word. He wanted to keep you for his own and explore what giving you what you wanted would lead to.

You stiffened slightly as you watched the man take a step back before reaching for his jacket and pulling it off. The whole time your eyes locked. It felt as if the longer he looks at you the hotter you became--though you felt stuck in place as well. Grimmjow's gaze on you only faltered slightly watching as you gulped nervously. That made him grin.

He wasn't shy to lean forward on and cage you in between his legs on the bed. He snickered lowly as his eyes began to darken. "Don't get all shy now. I'm here to claim what's mine." And he easily moved to kiss you and press into your soft, full lips hungrily. You moaned at the contact as well as how a hand came under your cami and rest at your waist. Grimmjow groaned at the softness. "Mmm, how tempting." he said more to himself before pulling away and kissing down your neck, nipping at near your pulse and collarbone. It felt like sparks to Grimmjow. Your soft plushness nearly made him want to go feral; your reactions egged him on to keeping exploring for as much as your pleasure and his own.

Grimmjow barely made an effort as he unclasped your bra and got it off before teasing and sucking on a nipple over the shirt fabric. Your hands held onto his shoulders and hair which made him nearly moan in response. You turned your head back and forth as he continued on while moving a hand over your stomach and into your panties. After feeling your wetness on his fingers, Grimmjow released your breast with a pop and took a deep breath.

His eyes rolled close and he purred. Some of those instincts were still there, and knowing that he was making his partner aroused and needy made Grimmjow want to dive deeper and lose himself. But you were a human. And he had to remember that. He was already aware of the fragility of those bodies, but by the way you reacted to his nips and pulls, it didn't seem like he had to hold back entirely.

It was almost like a flash that Grimmjow moved between your legs. The licks and caresses up your legs were soft and almost worship-like, but even as you struggled to hold your gaze, there was an intensity that for a second made you question whether or not you were going to survive this. That look engulfed you. You wanted to cling to the way Grimmjow's eyes held onto your soul as he continued to slowly work his way up to your core.

He licked your clit and chuckled at the way you squirmed. "Heh, I don't know if want to devour you first or get right to fuckin' you." His gaze flicked back up to you as your body searched for stimulation and relief. "What do you think?" Your arm muffled your words but moved after he pinched your leg. "Words, woman."

You took a deep breath and sighed. "Fuck me, please." And the request was a blessing to the man's ears. He pushed himself up and caged his legs around your body. He was about to gather some of your slick on his fingers when your hand reached out. Grimmjow gave you a confused look. You fumbled to get your words out. "I wanna feel it stretch..." The man opened his mouth to argue, but you continued on. "Please, I know I can take it. Please,"

So who could really deny such a delicious plea? The man grinned before lining himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. He huffed a bit at the hint of your warmth but kept his cool. He pushed in more than out slowly fucking himself into you--a tease for himself also.

You moaned and tried to stay still as he gave you more and more. Though it seemed Grimmjow was used to rough and fast, that didn't mean he couldn't give you a mix of shallow and deep strokes. The teasing and shifts in pace kept you on your toes (almost literally). However, it was soon that the man could fully bottom out. He paused for a moment before taking in your hot flustered image. "Mine." was all he growled out then those deep strokes became more consistent and full.

You didn't cover your moans as you clenched on the sheets below. Your chest heaved up and down trying to get air in while pleasure pushed through your body. You gushed out small praises at the man; eyes rolled back after a particularly deep thrust. It stretched and filled you up inside. And Grimmjow was just as lost.

Your warmth kept him close as he felt your body cling to him. Your pleased sounds fueled him in a way he nearly forgot. The longer he looked at you the more his senses tuned into every sound you let out and cherished how your scent fogged his brain. He wanted to find all the ways he could make you feel good. He leaned forward by your ear.

"Come on pretty girl, you got what you wanted. Now it's my turn." He licked his thumb before starting to rub on your clit. "I wanna see my pretty girl cum on this dick," he huffed as you throbbed and clenched on him tighter. "You like that, huh? Wanna be all mine? Yeah, I know. You won't even think about teasing me by the time I'm done with you."

You moaned and whimpered as you felt your wave crash down on you. It was very different than any you experienced and took you a minute to realize you squirted until your ears picked up the continued praises. "What a messy girl. Good job, baby. I knew you could do it. Show me how much you like it." But Grimmjow didn't slow down, and soon you struggled to squirm and wiggle in his tight grip. His eyes focused in on where you two connected; it was like he was in trance. "I'mma fill this pussy up. Messy thing will never get enough of me." he muttered to himself before finally pulling out and painting your stomach white. He huffed a bit before looking up at your eyes.

The fiery look in those blues stirred an emotion you hadn't experienced before. The way he caressed your thighs was sweet and smile cocky, but his eyes sent a clear message while you lay below him: You were thrillingly and lustfully claimed.

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Oh Grimmjow! I don't know if I could handle you in real life, but I'll definitely try my hardest!

I want there to be more Grimmjow x reader fics! I finally got this smut done, but I crave still~ I hope my fellow peeps enjoy this

Thanks for reading!

[bleach-your-panties]

asking renji to step on your back❤️‍🩹⋱

tw: period sex🩸

wc: 668

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"Please, Ren?! It really hurts; I am in excruciating pain right now~" You wailed to your boyfriend.

Currently, you were lying on the floor curled up on your side.

During your monthly blood sacrifice, you often experience excruciating lower back pain that makes it feel like someone is digging a hot knife in it and just scraping across the expanse of your back.

Renji's face was twisted up in worry for you. Usually the pain would subside if you soaked in a hot bath or used your heating pad, but that didn't seem to be working tonight.

"But babe...you're so tiny," His tattooed eyebrows furrowed, "if I step on you, you might crack like a twig."

He wasn't wrong necessarily; being over 6'0 tall and close to 200 lbs, he could very possibly crack your back in half if he wasn't careful, but that was a chance that you were willing to take to get some kind of relief right now.

"Renji, please!"

"Alright, alright! Turn over..."

You did as he asked and a soft gasp left his mouth. The way your ass sat up in your new position was quite the lovely visual for him.

'Don'tgethornydon'tgethornydon'tget-',

He looked down at his crotch-

'Damn.'

Whatever he had going on right now was of very little concern to you, though. You just wanted the pain to end.

Renji gently pressed his sandaled foot down in the middle of your lower back, right above your ass cheeks.

"Yes, that's it! Right there, Ren! Harder!"

'NothelpingNOThelping' He blushed, his chest and ears growing hot. He pressed a little harder, digging his toes in, and you only got louder.

"Thank you, Ren...feels so good..." You were practically drooling.

Renji was happy that he could help to alleviate your pain, but hearing you moaning for him had him salivating in his mouth like a dog.

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"Yessss Renji, right there!"

"Yeah, right there, baby? Right there?"

He cooed into your neck while holding one of your legs pressed up against your chest as he stroked his fat cock in and out of your soaking wet hole.

The mixture of your arousal, his arousal, and the blood had both of you a slippery mess down below, but, using his brain, Renji had thought to put down a towel after asking you if you wanted to try having sex to alleviate the cramps that you were also experiencing.

He held you to his chest with one arm hooked underneath your armpit and the other circled around your waist so he could rub your tummy.

"You like this, baby? Does it feel good? I'm making you feel good?"

He nipped the shell of your ear with his teeth and trailed his fingers down to your clit before beginning to rub over the swollen nub with the pad of his thumb.

"Renji! Oh! RENJI!"

With the combination of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, your body jerked in his hold and a stream of squirt shot up into the air while your legs trembled violently.

Your sudden orgasm tipped him off and soon he was filling you up with a long, thick shot of his warm seed.

He looked down at where you were conjoined and the sight of his cum running from your overstuffed cunt and down his blood-stained shaft had him hardening again quickly.

"Shit, baby! I wasn't expecting you to squirt. That's so hot, though." He grinned and kissed the side of your head.

After wiping you off with the towel, he scooped you up to bring you into the bathroom so he could run another hot, steaming bath for the both of you.

"I didn't think that you'd be into period sex..." You sighed and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the deep scent of his cologne.

"Yeah? Well, what kind of warrior would I be if I didn't leave battle with my sword drenched in blood?" He smirked. You scrunched your eyebrows together.

"Don't...ever say that again..."

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❛ The Balance ❜ ─ 05

Yandere!JugramHaschwalth X Fem!Quincy!Reader

WC; 3.3k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, she/her pronouns, running away, kidnapping, marriage, no abortion, going through with the pregnancy

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: Yandere!Jugram kidnaps the reader with the help of the Bambies. {Y/n} becomes pregnant with his child but wants to abort due to the circumstances, trying to keep it a secret. Jugram finds out, becomes furious, insisting on a marriage (coerced). She escapes to the human world, but Jugram tracks her down, discovers her plan to abort the child, and forcibly takes her back.

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Jugram had a tight hold of your arm, fingers nipping into your skin as he pulled your out of infirmary. The blood whooshed with each frantic pulse as your heart thumped ominously in your chest. With all your might, you pulled away. Jugram was immovable, and you were forced into an odd trot through resplendent halls.

"Please, Jugram—" you begged, your voice again trembling with a fault almost unseen in you. "I have to stay here. I just can't go back to that room. Not now."

His eyes were as cold as ice, as if he denied every word you were saying, yet his body language couldn't be more decided. Your pleas fell on deaf ears, his eye remaining focused ahead, lips out in firm line, and his strides ate up the distance toward the shared room. "You're mine. You need to know and understand that," was the last growl he concluded with.

You fought harder against his hold as your protests grew more frantic.

"No, stop! I don't want to go back there. Please, just listen to me!" you plead.

Suddenly, he stopped at the door to the room, wrenching to a halt just in front of it. There was a dark, threatened look to his eyes, and his eyes were hard and cold as he flung the door open.

He ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You paused, turning back to me just then, a look of fear and rebelliousness in your eyes. "I'm not going in there," you said, with a tremulous but determined voice.

And then it happened: the complete snap from Jugram. His hand locked onto me like a vice before throwing me inside. I tripped, falling head first into the floor with a very solid thud. Before I could rise back up, Jugram was descending onto me, his eyes alight with the glare of an incredibly rabid, yandere madman.

"Do you think you can defy me?" It growled, his voice dark, his voice like some planet. "You think you stand a chance?"

You scrambled to your feet, backing away but Jugram, as feral as a cat, advanced after you. His calloused hand closed around your arm, tight, his fingers so tight they bruised as he drew you closer. "I won't tolerate disobedience," he said, the rage in his voice twisted, getting possessive. "You are mine, you will be with me, and you will accept what I've chosen for you."

Your pulse quickened feverishly under the heated gaze that Jugram gave you. But his eyes didn't soften one bit; his grip on you, so achingly tight, remained. "One learns to accept things," he said in a whisper that promised nothing good, "because you are going to be my wife and the mother of my child, and there is no escaping that."

That had tears streaming down your face, eyes trying to wrench free from his hold. "Please," was all you could shudder out. "I can't do this. I don't want to."

Jugram's eyes narrowed, expression cooling. "That is not for you to decide," he grumbled back. "I made the decision and you were to follow. There are no alternatives."

A final push—almost tender but hard—brought you further into the room. He never broke eye contact with you. "Stay where you are," he demanded, the tone of a man that doesn't expect his word to be questioned. "And remember—you're mine. You'll do as I order or face the consequences."

You sank to the floor, and as his long strides carried him out the door, your body started shaking with fear and anger. This was for real, and the thought of Jugram's possessive control really did take you to a whole new level of entrapment and helplessness.

You stumbled to the bed, your emotions getting the best of you, and crumbled down into the plush blankets. Jugram's possession and control felt too suffocating, and you broke the tears that you had been holding back. You buried your face in the underlayer of fabric and cried your heart out.

Hours seeped away, and you cried, cried until each tear washed away fears, frustrations, helplessness. The walls inside this room pressed closer around you, for you could not reconcile yourself and your existence with your circumstances, breathing in the sound of your sobs reverberated upon the ornate walls.

As if on cue, to the second that your tears mattered to be gone, the door opened creakily and Jugram entered the room. It was as though his very visage changed - his severity melted away to something just short of gentle, near tender. Jugram took measured careful steps as he came towards the bed and gazed at your tear-streaked face with what seemed concern in his eyes.

Wordlessly, he sat down beside you on the bed and first reached one arm around your back, pulling you into him, cradled against his chest. His touch was terribly gentle; his hand ran itself carefully over your hair in a calming, even rhythm.

Jugram mumbled across the top of your head, the baritone of his voice low and almost soothing in a manner that was pleasurable. "It's okay. I'm here now."

You could feel his warmth against you, but even though he held you with force, it strangely felt secure. Jugram's voice was soft, and he almost sounded tender as he continued to murmur softly against your ear, trying to hush your sobs. "I'm sorry for what I did," he said with an odd sincerity. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I did it because I love you."

He stopped, his fingers lightly tracing the bruises on your arm. "I've been rough; I know, baby, but then that's just because I do feel so deeply about you. Because I want nothing but the best for our future, because I want you to be mine and be with me, and I'm going to make it happen."

His words were soothingly unnerving, speaking to you of his control over you and his wretched sense of love; you could really feel the sincerity behind those words, but it came out with a sense of possessiveness that was hard to overlook.

Jugram pulled you closer, so close that he could wrap his arms protectively around you. "Please, don't cry," he whispered, arms holding you so tightly in your chest—the sound a warm breath in your ear. "We will cope with this together. You are safe with me. All you need to do is trust me."

Very, very gradually, as the heat of his body and his very substance filtered into your frazzled nerves, Jugram's tight hold on you began to relax. You had been utter worn-out from hours of crying, and the toll of those tears from earlier in the day had started to drop like a heavy weight atop your shoulder. Your sobs had dropped down to soft, ragged breaths as sleep began to tug you under.

Jugram felt the change in your mood and took the liberty to slightly cradle you closer, almost in an almost gentle, possessive manner. His digits skimmed through your hair, brushing down to your head, inching closer. His lips only touched your temple as he leaned down closer to talk to you.

"You are my everything," he whispered, singing in his tenor, making it hushed, almost hypnotic. "No one will ever have you. You are meant to be with me; you are meant to be mine. My good girl."

He put such a tender kiss on your forehead that his eyes were so dark with obsessive adoration. "I know now it hurts, but you'll see: whatever I am going to do, I'm going to do for us, for our future. I will save you, I will make you safe, and let nobody interfere with us."

He mumbled as you slipped off to sleep, his words a lulling assertion with the occasional obsessional oath. He spoke softly, his breath warm against your ear, "We'll be a family. Just you and me and our child. We'll make a perfect world, one where you can never leave me".

He tightened the hand holding her. As if he wanted to enforce this. "I will always be here," he swears with the fervor of a zealot, his voice transmuting into hoarse passion at the zenith. "You are mine, and nothing…" his breathless voice lowered tremulously, "will ever change that. If it's the last thing I do, I'll see to it you're happy, even though I have to chain you to me to do it, to keep you wrapped safe from the world."

Jugram's eyes lingered a mere moment on you with such a mix of tenderness and a more shadowy, possessive gleam that shone from the depths of his gaze. "My little one," he murmured, palming his hand tenderly against your back. "I may have only the smallest portion of strength left, but as long as you rest here between my arms, we will manage to move forward together."

You woke up the next morning to the gentle strokes of the early morning sun through thick draperies—soft as dawn itself, hardly able to remember the hulking, black, overwhelming hell you'd been living in. As you awoke, Jugram was not there next to you. And there he lay, an empty space, with a longing sweeping through you.

With the realization that this might just be your one time to get it right, you briskly pushed yourself off the bed. Gathering some courage, you moved stealthily through the room, making sure you didn't make any noise because of those creaking floorboards.

Each echo held even more magnitude after having been repeated at every turn, each extension of breath in the shallow gasps that had brought you in this hurry, your mind assailed by what needed to be done, to ensure that you were free. Grand halls that had once seemed imposing were now amazing with a labyrinth, the place in which one had to now navigate.

"What?" Bazz B almost ran into you as you turned the corner. The border crosser momentarily gave a look of alarm at your appearance before righting himself, before the end of his expression spun into cold, calculated calm.

"Hey," Bazz B replied. He was low in tone, holding steady. "What are you doing out here?"

You hesitated, your eyes flickering between him and the corridor that lay behind. "I… I need to get out," you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear gripping you. "I need to leave this place."

Bazz B narrowed his eyes to slits but gave a nod of understanding. "I can help you," he said with an almost fallacious tone of reassurance. "But you need to come with me. I'll get you out of here, but you have to come with me now."

You peered over at him warily, with still doubt perhaps present in your mind. "Really? You really won't tell Jugram?"

Bazz B's smile was tight, yet he held confidence in his decision. "I ain't sayin' nothin'. You got my word on that."

You nodded, though it was begrudgingly, and you set off after him, down the palace corridors. Adrenaline pounded through your chest, throbbing excitement but fear, mostly fear of being caught. Bazz B led you through a network of hidden passages, around the main quarters of the palace.

Very soon, you found yourself in a secluded room, empty of the royal grandeur, except for the rest of the palace. Bazz B's face went deadly serious with his preparations for the next process in your escape. "That's about as close as I can get you," he said, the next time from his coat pocket. "I'll get you right to the human world; you'd best remember you owe me this one, girl.".

Bazz B gave a job activation to the device. The room shimmered and twisted as if filled with a strange kind of energy. Eyes clamped shut, breath held, the world seemed to blur and shift.

And then you open your eyes to be standing in a complete different place, altogether different world, altogether teeming with familiar sounds and sights of humanity. You breathe the refreshing air of the city, trying to bring a tangible sense of relief and a small measure of freedom.

The voice sounded so loud in your ears, it could take over even the dull resonances of Bazz B's scream. ** "You're on your own now. Good luck."

Long strides determinedly taking him back into the palace, Bazz B. swept fast, his mind keeping pace with what that meant. He seemed to storm through the grand halls with purpose on his way to where Jugram resided in the palace.

Standing at the doorway, he took a deep breath before he knocked sharply. Jugram had already been in foul humor from how the events of the evening had turned out and called out low and impatient.

Bazz B exploded in the room, his expression schooled carefully to one of neutrality. Jugram sat behind his immense desk, eyes sharp to focus upon his visitor. "What's the matter?" his clipped voice echoes, sharp with suspicion.

Bazz B tones it down, takes a step closer, and sets eyes that meet Jugram's into what is almost a smirk. "I have news. She's in the human world."

Jugram's eyes narrowed, the calm of his features wavering for a fraction of a second, and "What did you just say?" came the dangerously soft contrary to the storm that was visibly brewing behind those eyes.

"Just as I said," cut in Bazz B as smooth as could, speaking. "She's managed to escape to the human world."

Jugram's fists curled so tightly that his fingers turned rigid, the knuckles white, and "Why would you allow this? Explain yourself."

Bazz B didn't even flinch, except for a flicker of humor across his eyes. "That was just a game," he assured, with a boast of nonchalance. "I figured it might be fun to see how she'd react with my position, and you know as much as I do: she can't really get away from you."

Maybe he just donned a guise of calm over the raging fury within, but Jugram's eyes turned the colour of polished steel. "Are you suggesting that this was just a ruse?"

And Bazz B nodded his head, his gaze locking onto Jugram's. "Right. More than a farce. I was just trying shit with her. But now she's out there; best be finding her before she starts sniffing too deeply."

His anger smoldered, but he kept his voice mild. "Very well. I will attend to her personally."

He sprang to his feet, with bright danger dancing in his eyes, and voiced the challenge. "Have things prepared for my absence. I will manage my way to find her yet, and make her realize in no uncertain terms exactly where her place is."

Bazz-B simply tipped his head fractionally to one side, that grin growing infuriatingly smug when he caught the flicker it caused in Jugram's own eyes. Well, it was always going to be touch and go, this situation on the brink, given the very nature of Jugram's obsession.

That hold shifting as Jugram squirmed from it, Bazz B rose and expanded before returning to his usual stride from the room, now having nothing on his mind other than the game. Then he leaned back just a bit further, and the faintest most content smile played at his lips. He knew Jugram's pursuit would be fanatic but, far from a game over, the match was only getting started.

Sunlight in the human world; a relief from the gloom that choked the palace. You staggered through the busy streets, the noisy city life an odd reminder of the liberty that had just been dangled in your face. Your heart was still beating with the remnants of leftover adrenaline from your escape, but a sliver of hope began to pierce through the fear that had gripped you for so long.

Wandering through an unknown cityscape, towering buildings over your head, people running from left to right from everywhere, every step liberating and exhausting at the same time. However, you wanted to find some help for yourself, looking for a hospital to get some medical care for you. The fact of your pregnancy and the urgency of your situation kept you moving forward, though uncertainty surrounded you.

You finally noticed a small café tucked away at one corner of the street. There was something about the whole setup that invited you, and you rushed inside frantically, really in need of help. The warmth inside was really contrasting to the icy coldness of the world outside. You went up to the counter where a young woman with a friendly smile addressed you.

"I am sorry," you said, with a tremor in your voice, "I need help; I am looking for a hospital. Can you tell me where it is?"

The woman's eyes widened with concern as her gaze took in the expression of horror etched on your features. "I can call a cab for you; a hospital is a few blocks ahead from here."

The first syllable—so soon, before she got any farther—a cold presence entered the room, and she looked up to find Jugram in the doorway, his face furious.

The woman's voice faltered as she noticed Jugram. "Who—"

Before another word could be dragged from him, Jugram surged up to his feet, a movement that spelled death. The air crackled with his presence, sleek, dark arms unfolding from under his coat. He brought the woman brutally into line with one blow that lacked mercy and brought laughter to a sharp stop. The body crumpled at his feet, and a shocked silence descended.

You were rooted to the ground, horror taking you fully. Jugram's eyes held you with a fiery look that sent your heart slamming hard in your chest. You were so frightened about what he might do next.

"No!" you cried, voice breaking. "Please, don't!"

Came forward towards you like a hunter, Jugram. "Did you think to sneak off so easily?" he asked; his voice was low and threatening. "You were mine, and you have nowhere to run."

Desperation lent you both strength and speed to turn and run, but he was quicker; his long, easily devoured strides ate the distance between you with apparent ease. He caught your arm in an iron grip, jerking you back toward him so hard it nearly knocked you off your balance. Your futile struggles were nothing against his impossible strength.

"No, let me go!" You wailed, tears streaming down your face. "Please, I don't want this!"

His look was cold, pitiless. "You are coming with me," he almost bluntly said, thereby filling all room for either words or refusal to talk.

You had tried to struggle, of course, but Jugram didn't give an inch. Outside, he pushed you against the wall of the café, where the lifeless body of the woman was still lying on the floor. A grim reminder; a high price for standing in his way.

You are brought back into the palace, its awe now hauntingly familiar beyond the rise of fear. The very grandeur that had once overawed you now felt like a gilded cage, the sense of entrapment ever heightened with each passing day. It was a life that felt both suffocating and inescapable; Jugram's relentless pursuit of control had come to fruition.

The walls would laugh with echoes, of your child's sounds, small footsteps that would be running all over the marble floors. Those cold hallways were softened by your whirling dervish of a child—that spirited toddler with a mop of soft hair over questioning eyes.

Jugram had clung to that illusion of a perfect family, had kept you and your child close to him, irrefutable proof of his power and control. For him, you were the trophy wife—the reason he had to keep a leash on himself, no matter what it did to you.

The days turned into the perfect but monotonous routine that you tried to keep up with in the palace to take care of your son and husband. An escape of dull shades from the once beautiful dream, from realization you are now living with the growing weight of your expectant second pregnancy.

Every single glance and every single touch from Jugram acted to remind him of the wearisome obsession that plagued his life—it was so manifestly normal yet completely tensioned with manipulation. Jugram always felt like a shadow, his undercurrents having to keep his feet always in your presence, reminding yourself of the power he held to your life.

One evening you sat laying out the nursery; you would soon be having your second baby. Jugram walked into the room. His eyes roving with every single move you made, showing critical satisfaction and a tone of possessiveness. He eyed you with something like passion, and the force of his stare was enough to make shivers of unease creep under your skin. The juxtaposition of Jugram's coldness of demeanor and the cham accents with the pastel nursery made an already-tenuous situation feel even more so.

"How's my good wife doing then?" he asked; even his voice felt terribly wrong, with just a shade of warmth and a lot of very direct control. He approached you deeply, and you felt the large hand go down to the slightly round belly. "And how is our little one doing?"

With an effort you smiled, and hollow it definitely was. "We're both doing fine," you said, and your voice was steady despite the storm inside.

Jugram's eyes softened just a hair, but the rest of his gaze lost no potency as he continued to bore into you with the fierce intensity, "I demand only the greatest from you," he told you, his voice steady but chillingly calm. "The appearance of perfection in our family. You do recognize this, do you not?"

You only nodded in resignation; there was no way to run away from what Jugram thought of you or from the existing circumstances. The palace was your imprisonment, and you were tied down by its chains of obsession.

As you turned away from the crib, about to withdraw, Jugram reached out and gently cupped your face—his touch achingly soft. "Remember, whatever happens, you are mine," he told you, not looking away. "Our family, our future—it's all connected. You and our children are my greatest accomplishments."

Certainly, something about the words- both gentle and forceful-had escaped notice. Entombed, indeed, felt you, though then it was a fate you had learned to accept; if enforced, to a degree, at least Jugram's will was not something that could change on a whim. The palace was a gilded cage; and you inside it, bound, lived a life composed of opulence and constraint, forever under his watchful gaze.

This was a beautiful, dark palace—the symbol of Jugram's clutching control and your inescapable fate.

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