#bleach x reader drabble

[moonbeam-writing]

— Baby Me, Please

๑ Characters: Rangiku Matsumoto (Bleach)

๑ Contains: Mention of PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder); AFAB Reader, Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns; Can be read as romantic or platonic; Mention(s) of PMS and Period symptoms; Mention of food; SFW

๑ Quick Note: This is entirely self-indulgent, haha. I have been... Unwell these last few days.

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"Sweetheart..." Rangiku cooed, looking at the lump on the couch, obscured by a blanket. She knew what was underneath and knowing practically broke her heart. The only thing that seemed to keep her from entirely shattering was that she was here and able to help.

Rangiku knelt down next to the couch next to where she assumed (Y/N)'s head was. "Hey, baby." Rangiku placed a gently hand on top of the blanket, softly moving her thumb back and forth.

"Hi." Rangiku sympathetically smiled at the ball on the couch, hearing their small response.

"How long have you been like this, hun?" (Y/N) took a deep breath at Rangiku's soft voice, barely feeling the path of her thumb, but taking in the comfort anyways. Despite not wanting to move their body even slightly, (Y/N) pushed the blanket just enough to uncover their face. Even though (Y/N) was in immense pain and absolutely hating themselves and the world, the sight of Rangiku when their eyes adjusted to the light made them feel better. It didn't quite solve or fix anything, but Rangiku Matsumoto was always comforting.

"A few hours." (Y/N) mumbled, sniffling, trying to keep their nose from running. The arm that moved to push the blanket out of view moved back to the bottom of their stomach as they felt their body tense. "Why–" (Y/N) exhaled, slightly moving against Rangiku's hand which was now soothingly carding through their hair. "Why are you here?"

The Lieutenant shrugged. "Things were quiet, thought I'd drop in." It was quiet between the two for a moment before Rangiku spoke up again. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you maybe get me some medicine?" She gave a hushed 'of course,' pushing herself up from the floor. Seconds later, Rangiku came back with medicine, a few crackers, and a water bottle. She knew (Y/N) well enough to assume they hadn't gotten food since they curled up into the fetal position. "Anything else?"

Shakily, (Y/N) pushed themselves into a sitting position, their weight against their left arm. "Baby me, please?"

Rangiku laughed softly, looking down at them with their slight pout and doe eyes. "Anything for you."

[paithology]

𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙀𝙓 ☆ ݁ ⋆

- What it's like to wake up next to your loving boyfriend.

Content warnings: Overstimulation, breeding, cnc

Men who appreciate every day they get to wake up to your gorgeous face and just love sharing a bed with you overall. Making sure your pussy is easily accessible to him at all times.

Every morning, the only thought that plagues his mind is your tank top stuck to your skin, exposing your nipples, the flush of your ass against your lacy panties, and the desperate look on your face when you wake up. It gives him a throbbing urge to sink his cock into your pussy.

He’d start with his hands wandering everywhere. from his arms wrapped around your waist to gripping your ass and rubbing you through your panties. 

Pulling them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. The feeling of his cock teasing your folds before he slides his cock in makes you whimper.

He can’t help but groan when your juices flow out as he pushes inside of you. You're just so wet. He loves fucking you from the side because it only makes his thrust deeper, hitting your spot every time.

He tries to silence your cries by shoving his tongue down your throat as you babble and whine about how you can't take much more. Your eyes are filling with pleasurable tears, and your mouth is welling with drool from overstimulation from the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot nonstop.

He rubs small circles onto your clit, ass swaying from the sheer force of his hips. He begins to get so lost in the feeling of your pussy that he fucks you till he can’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm His head is in the crook of your neck as he groans at the feeling of you clenching down on his overly sensitive tip.

After what feels like hours, you're reaching back to grip his hair, eyes rolled back. Just begging for him to fill you up again.

Suguru Geto , Choso Kamo, Yuta Okkotsu, Aki Hayakawa, Renji Abarai, Reno Sinclar

Work of: Paige, do not copy.

[short-yandere-stories]

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CW: Yandere behavior, forced imprisonment, brief mentions of NSFW / Non/Con, threats of violence

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your own triggers.

Happy birthday Aizen! I couldn't help but write a short little thing I love him. The Rock Musical is living rent free in my head and has done so since I watched it. The "Smile, Orihime" scene was in it too and I almost fainted seeing that in front of me on stage.

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The warmth of the palms of his hands burned through the white silk of the gown you were wearing, placed possessively on your waist.

Aizen was lounging in his throne, you perched uncomfortably on his lap in just the way he liked to have you. There was just something about having your soft, warm body close that stroked his ego just right. It was as much of a display of his power and authority for both the Espada and you alike -- a show of ownership.

Any time Aizen summoned the Espada to a meeting, you would be dragged into his lap, spending the meeting trying not to squirm around as large hands held your waist or fingers traced patterns into your thigh. It was humiliating, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. 

Making a scene wasn’t an option anymore. You’d tried to protest the first few times the ruler of Las Noches had forced you to sit in his lap during meetings. He’d been amused, but not at all bothered. A few words whispered into your ear in his smooth, baritone voice had your body freezing as your heartbeat picked up in fear before you reluctantly fell quiet and stopped squirming.

You knew all too well that Aizen made good on his promises and threats. You didn’t want your remaining family to suffer at the hands of Hollows or any of the Espada, nor did you want to spend more nights than you absolutely had to folded into a mating press as fucked you until he was satisfied.

There was no escape from Las Noches, after all. You couldn’t open a portal, and even if you somehow managed to get one of the Espada to open one for you, there was nowhere in the world that you would be able to escape Aizen. All you could do was obey and try to minimise the damage done to yourself or the people you cared about. You were no fighter. You had no powers. There was nothing you could do but let him do as he pleased.

You could feel Aizen’s smile press against the sensitive skin of your neck, no doubt knowing exactly what was on your mind. There was no hiding anything from him. You’d long since stopped trying. 

“Feeling powerless, pet?” Aizen mused, ignoring Nnoitora making a jab at Harribel, trying to rile her up. 

You didn’t grace him with a response, rebelling in one of the only ways you could. He chuckled, chest rumbling in amusement pressed against your back.

“If anyone, you’re the person with the most power here.” You turned your neck, looking back at Aizen with confusion on your face. He merely smiled.

“You’re the only one who controls my heart.” 

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[aiizenn]

men who finger you under the table as you try to talk about your makeup routine to the camera — that was clearly live. little whimpers would fall from your throat as his pace increased, not giving you the chance to catch your breath. the filthy noises heard in the room besides the low music in the background. you attempt to push his hand away, yet he doesn't budge…his movements only make it harder to keep in your moans. the brush in your hand giving away how badly you were shaking.

“go on pretty girl, show ‘em how you get ready..” he whispers, his hot breath hitting your inner thigh. when you look up to the camera your face makes your followers worry. the buzzing from your phone is unstoppable; countless comments questioning if you were okay. “i’m okay everyone, just a small stomach ache” you answered. the noises decrease as you put the brush down and get the next beauty item. “so this is the concealer that aahh…” you’re cut off as you feel your boyfriend's tongue within your wet walls. his rough fingers spreading your lips, allowing for more than just the tip to taste your sweet nectar. beads of sweat start to drip from your face, the bright lights displaying it to the hundreds of people watching you.

your unoccupied hand reaches for his hair pulling him in more. the motion of his tongue was sinful, every thrust added more the coil in your stomach. moving your hips forward to get more friction, makes him chuckle. the vibrations adding unimaginable pleasure. “keep talking baby” he voices. the split second he removes his tongue, you pathetically whimper. “em sorry, as i was saying this is the concealer brand that i re-recommend.” you manage to say. “this is the technique tha-aghh” you feel three fingers in your dripping cunt, and his skillful tongue on your clit—flicking it. you drop the concealer and land both hands on his hair, small expletives turning into loud ones. wailing his name as your orgasm gets near, you look at the camera with pleading eyes then look up. his fingers reaching your spot, you’re about to cum until the camera and bright lights turn off and his fingers are removed. “only i get to see how you look when you cum, pretty girl.” he states as gets up. with his veiny hand wrapped around his veiny, thick cock.

༊ * · ˚ gojo, geto, gintoki, shinji, grimmjow, eren, &’ jean

[helioswritings]

The eyepatch is unfamiliar under your hands. “Can I look?”

“It’s not pretty.”

You roll your eyes. “As if I care.”

You carefully lift the cloth, your fingertips brushing the scar that lay underneath.

“You should feel lucky he didn’t take your other eye.” Is what you tell him as you place a soft kiss underneath the rough skin that now sits there.

“On the contrary, maybe I should’ve asked him to take both, if this is the kind of attention it gets me.”

You groan. “Must you cheapen the moment?”

“Of course, dear heart, especially since you hate it.”

“I hate a lot of things, but you and your proclivities towards ruining the moment aren’t any of them.”

He pulls you into him, kissing your forehead. “Let’s just sit here for a moment, alright? Relax.”

You laugh softly. “Relax? Uninterrupted? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He doesn’t respond to your jokes, and you can hear his soft snores in your ear. The bastard had already fallen asleep.

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight, Shunsui.”

[teamatsumu]

What if the Seireitei had a Human Resources Department? And what if you were in charge?

Summary: With the kind of antics these shinigami get up to every day, it was only a matter of time before the higher ups felt the need to create an HR Department to deal with the day to day messes. Here’s a little drabble about how it all started

Word Count: 2,062

Warnings: swearing, bad humor, mentions of violence

next part

Sometimes it was hard to believe that the gods didn't have it out for you. Especially when you ended up in situations like this against your will and through no fault of your own.

The corridor was completely silent despite the amount of people that it held. It’s almost like everyone knew how fucked they were, and they were praying with every fiber in their bodies that somehow, they would not get killed at the hands of the Captain Commander today.

You stared at the large “1” written on the wooden doors in front of you, hands clasped so tightly in your lap that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was beating so hard it almost hurt your ribcage. Next to you on the bench, Ikkaku shuffled, and you resisted the urge to deck him across the face. He was injured enough as it was. And frankly, no punch you could land on him would do any good. You had zero hurting power in your body.

Once again, you wondered which otherworldly spirit you had pissed off to get where you were.

Squad 4 was supposed to be a safe choice. You had asked to be put in it for a reason when you graduated. Far, far away from the fighting and pain. No conflict. Just helping people, healing injuries and staying inside where there were no battles. You would take any amount of scut work over whatever the hell those other divisions got up to. And you were good at your job. You handled medical emergencies well, you were a boss at getting through paperwork. Lieutenant Isane would cry tears of joy at the sight of you almost daily since you were singlehandedly keeping the admin side of the division afloat on your own.

So why did it have to come to this?

After what seemed like an eternity, the wooden door cracked open with a deafening sound and a head poked through it. The Shinigami’s eyes scanned the crowd outside until they fell on you. You felt your throat knot. He gestured for you to come to him before disappearing behind the door again.

You stood up on shaky legs, deliberately trying not to look at everyone around you who was now staring at you with pity in their eyes, no doubt. You unintentionally caught eyes with Captain Kuchiki, a calm slate gray that seemed to settle your nerves just a bit. He gave you an almost imperceptible nod, and some strength returned to your legs. You were grateful he was there, despite him not having any involvement in the situation.

Well, it was his Lieutenant on the line so maybe some involvement.

The Shinigami led you down a long hallway silently, your almost numb legs following behind. You felt like a baby deer with how unsteady you were. What were baby deers called again? Foals? You had no clue. Your mind was fried at this point. You tried to send a short prayer to the gods above, but then you remembered they were the ones who put you here in the first place so maybe praying to them wouldn’t be too good of an idea.

The Captain Commander certainly had an air about him. The table he sat behind in his office made him look grand. The office was almost like a balcony, overlooking a magnificent view of the Seireitei that you would have loved to admire under less precarious circumstances. You kept your eyes on the desk he was seated at, bowing low and standing straight as a rod until the Shinigami who brought you there had shut the door behind him with a click that echoed in your very soul. Then, it was silent.

Yamamoto Genryuusai was looking at you with a hard stare. You felt the horrifyingly embarrassing urge to burst into tears.

“Explain.” He said.

What came next was the worst word vomit known to mankind.

It had started two days ago, as festivities for New Years were just beginning to unravel. You had been on night duty, a post you wouldn't wish on anyone. Holidays almost always ended up with someone landing in the Squad 4 barracks with injuries. A bunch of drunk soldiers with weapons and the ability to fight felt like a disaster waiting to happen. But what happened next was ten times worse than what anyone was anticipating.

The fight was pretty standard. Some drunk Squad 3 member had thought it would be a good idea to taunt Squad 11 members by calling them brainless idiots who only knew how to swing a sword. It was a fist fight that escalated when Yumichika and Ikkaku stepped in. Somewhere in the commotion, someone had broken a bottle of sake on Yumichika’s face.

This, of course, caused a complete meltdown on Yumichika’s part, who could feel the cuts on his face that would potentially leave scars. He lost his shit and proceeded to beat the crap out of everyone around him. A very, very drunk Ikkaku and accompanying Renji thought that was the best solution in their alcohol-addled minds. The rest was history.

What had landed into Squad 4 was over 20 extremely injured Shinigami, a flurry of broken limbs and blood. The biggest issue was that this had involved a Lieutenant and two seated officers. Once Captain Unohana got wind of it, it was all over. This kind of violence wouldn't fly under the strict Captain’s nose, and she had reported the whole matter to the Captain Commander. That immediately put Captain Zaraki and Captain Kuchiki’s asses on the line since it was their officers involved, and since you had been the attending who received every case in Squad 4, you were asked to report to the Captain Commander for a full explanation on the matter the following morning.

That morning, extremely hungover Ikkaku and Yumichika had shown up at your barracks, pleading with you to save them. Apparently their Captains had been furious, and both of them were being considered for a major demotion. And Renji? Lord, Captain Kuchiki would make sure Renji never saw the light of day again.

While you made them tea to try and stave off their headaches, Yumichika had given you an honest recounting of the whole situation, and it made your heart soften. They really had just been there to break apart a fight before Yumichika’s face got involved. And as you looked at his bandaged face, knowing full well the extent of the damage underneath, (you had been the one to heal him after all) you felt your heart swell in pity.

So you had agreed to the impossible task of trying to make them appear like the victims in this situation. In front of the fucking Captain Commander. What were you thinking? Curse your empathy and curse the fact that you had somehow befriended these people.

“So according to you, Fifth seat Ayasegawa was there to break up the fight?” Captain Commander Yamamoto’s voice was grumbly and low.

You nodded. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of your face and you were breathing hard. You twisted your fingers behind your back, jaw locked so tight it made your teeth hurt.

“You realize he was singlehandedly responsible for incapacitating 11 out of the 20 injured men?”

You closed your eyes. Fucking Yumichika. That fucker.

“He only responded to an extremely hateful and violent attack on himself, sir. He was not the instigator. As the healer who received him in Squad 4 barracks, I can guarantee that his condition was horrifying.”

“So you agree with his decision to retaliate the way he did?”

You shook your head immediately. “No, sir. I do not agree with it, but in the uh, inebriated state everyone was in at the time, including the sight of his comrades injured and charged comments against his Squad, I can understand why he acted the way he did.”

The Captain Commander appraised you under a weighted stare which made you gulp heavily.

“You have an admirable track record, Sixth Seat Y/L/N.”

What? You blinked, not knowing how to respond. He knew about you. Well, of fucking course he did. He couldn't have summoned you here with no knowledge of who you were. But being referred to by him unnerved you.

“Your account for the event of New Years Eve is very diplomatic.” He continued. “If I go off on what you have told me, I am left with no one to blame this whole situation on. It seems this will just be written off as an unfortunate accident.”

You nearly bawled.

The Captain General closed the file in front of him, leaning back and placing his chin on his bony knuckles. His eyes fell shut, yet you felt he was closely watching your every move.

“You may leave. And inform everyone that they will receive a written warning for their involvement. You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”

You nodded and bowed instantly, turning around to walk out of the office. When the door shut behind you, you choked on a gasp and keeled forward, resting your hands on shaky knees. Fuck. Fuck. That was so intense you could cry. You would cry, actually. The tears were coming on. You sniffled.

Someone cleared their throat and your head shot up, looking at the Shinigami who had led you here. He gave you a look that told you he knew how you felt, before gesturing you to follow him out.

On numb, trembling legs, you walked out of the Squad 1 barracks, immediately being greeted by all the parties in question. Ikkaku,Yumichika and Renji crowded you, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You looked at the half bandaged and swollen faces in front of you and felt the horrifying urge to laugh.

“You all will get an official warning. No lasting consequences.” You managed to choke out.

The air that lifted at your words left behind an atmosphere so light it nearly made you collapse, you swayed a little as you sat down on the bench, watching Renji collapse in relief while Yumichika slumped into a wooden pillar. Ikkaku was looking up at the sky like he had just received redemption from the gods themselves. You held back more laughter.

Captain Zaraki let out a heavy sigh and stretched, patting you on the head with a heavy hand in his show of thanks before shuffling off, hands deep in his pockets. Captain Kuchiki sat next to you on the bench smoothly, staring at his Lieutenant with disdain.

“I must thank you.” He said, not looking at you. “I was convinced this would end poorly. You have surprised me, Sixth Seat Y/L/N. And I assume you surprised the Captain General too. I have not known him to be lenient in the years I have worked in the Gotei 13.”

You stared at the Captain as he got up once again, each move as pristine as the last. He walked over to Renji and let out a pained breath at the sight of his Lieutenant.

“Stand, Renji. You will still face the punishment I have set for you.” He stated simply before turning to walk away.

“Yes, Captain.” Renji’s voice was small and muffled. The corner of your lip twitched.

Yumichika sidled over to where you sat, tears in his one visible eye.

“I love you.” He breathed, making you snort.

“I want you to stay as far away from me as possible from now on.” You stood up, feeling better now after seeing the relief your friends felt. You were of course, being dramatic. But you were sincerely so drained you wouldn’t mind sleeping for a week.

And sleep you did. In fact, you had completely forgotten the Captain General’s words until the next morning, when a Shinigami showed up at your barracks with a letter in his hand. You stared at it in confusion until you saw the name of the addressor on the envelope. Your eyes widened and your heart fell out of your ass as you remembered the words.

“You will receive a letter too, but of a different nature.”

With trembling fingers, you tore through the paper, frantic eyes trying to make sense of what you were reading. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What the fuck is a Human Resources Department?”

A/N: Should i make this into a series? Im contemplating it. Pls let me know!

[exchangestudentnova]

𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒚𝒂'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓.....

means that

you're the only one who can run your fingers though his hair

he'll be gentle with you while he trains you to wield a sword

he will personally tend to your wounds and bruises

you find a number of sakura 'petals' dancing around you as you go

the 'petals' will readily deal with a threat coming your way in his absence

he'll allow you to choose the fishes to be put in his fish pond

he looks forward to you entering his office when he works

he will admit an embarrassing memory in the rarest event in the privacy of your own room

you will catch him being all prideful when others appreciate or compliment you

he's at ease when he sees you getting along with the other squad members

your jokes genuinely make him chuckle

he does his work at night to keep himself awake until you're ready to get into bed

he takes out time from his busy schedule to celebrate your achievements

he loves it when you rest your head on his chest

he whispers "I love you" in your ear as he presses a kiss on your lips under the faint glow of the lamp at night

[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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it's flaring up as we speak ;-; - dividers by @/hitobaby

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[yeowangies]

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, Handjob, some power dynamics. WORDCOUNT: 583

Notes: Since I haven't had much time to write, I've been indulging in these short drabbles. And Kenpachi is just so........ yeah.

The slick sound of your hand sliding over Kenpachi’s cock was overwhelming your ears in the most wonderful way, his grunts and groans causing heat to pool in your abdomen. It was such a simple action, just your fingers squeezing and stroking his dick with curious enthusiasm, and yet it was giving you the highest of thrills. 

You had basically rendered a big man like Kenpachi useless. Standing in front of him, with just one hand wrapped around his erection, with fingers that couldn’t even touch with how thick he was, and yet he was speechless, breathing heavily, cursing with every twist of your hand. 

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” He panted, looking down with lustful eyes as you stroked him. “Keep going, just a little more.”

The tone in his voice didn’t make him sound like he was begging, more like demanding. But there was a tang of something that sounded so much like desperation, and you couldn’t help but smile, completely pleased with yourself. 

His hips jerked into your fist, seeking more of your touch, but you remained unfazed, keeping up the same pace, nice and slow, with a few harsh tugs. 

You had to strain your neck to look at him, barely reaching his shoulders with your height; yet you’ve never felt taller. He was such a sight, his uniform still on, his hakama pulled down just enough to let his cock out, the skin of his chest visible for you to admire it. 

When Kenpachi reached for you, roughly sliding his hand inside your uniform to cup your breast, you couldn’t help but tighten the grip on his dick, earning a wonderfully low groan from him. Warmth grew rapidly in your tummy when he harshly squeezed your tit before pinching your nipple. You bit your lip, a quiet noise ripping from your chest; impossible to hide it when he was touching you, tweaking your nipple for his own amusement rather than your pleasure. 

When you tightened your grip on the base of his cock, the grunt that escaped him was music to your ears. 

“Come on, baby,” Kenpachi panted, almost pleading, and your heart skipped a beat. “Stop teasing, give me what I want.”

You smiled widely, happy with his reaction, his voice dripping lust and neediness. His furrowed brows, adorned with a few beads of sweat, and his dark eyes fixed on you could not hide how much he wanted you to do something. You knew he was letting you have control, but it made you feel powerful nonetheless. 

Wrapping your free hand around the head, you squeezed enough to make his dick throb, pumping the shaft with your other hand. Precum made the slide easy, the wet sounds getting louder just like his groans were. His hips snapped into your fist as he neared his orgasm, the muscles in his abdomen tensing, and God, it was enticing to see him like that. You couldn’t wait to do it again. 

Kenpachi firmly gripped your shoulder as a way to anchor himself when he came, spilling his cum in your hands. The growl that rumbled through his chest made you so incredibly wet, it was hard to stand. You watched his face in awe as he came down from his high, panting heavily as his clouded eyes focused on you again. 

He smirked, the usual feral smirk he had when he was enjoying himself in a fight, before pushing your hands away and reaching for the ties of your hakama. 

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

April Drabbles - 5/30

Prompt: Sunlit

Pairing: Urahara x Fem! Reader

It’s rare that Urahara and you get to spend a peaceful morning together, with everyone still asleep in the house. A shy streak of morning light slips past the curtain, just missing the edge of the futon you were both lying on.

The quiet, sunlit room has a lovely glow to it, and you observe Urahara as he sleeps, blond locks falling into his face as his chest rises and falls in a tranquil manner, a childlike innocence to his face as he slept.

You pull the blanket further up his sleeping form. No need to wake him just yet. 

[short-yandere-stories]

Can you please do a yandere kenpachi zaraki x reader pretty please 🥺🙏

Of course! Big strong scary man but softie inside makes my brain go wild. I have another request for him in the inbox, so have this softer one first, and I'll go a little more crazy with the other one later :>

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CW: yandere behavior, takes place post TYBW so spoiler warning, slight infantilization, unhealthy dependence, possessiveness, mentions of fighting, mentions of being severely injured

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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✧ Kenpachi is not used to nice things. Ever since he was a kid, violence and fighting was all he knew.

✧ So, naturally, at first, he has no idea how he's supposed to treat the newcomer who personality-wise definitely does not fit into the 11th squad.

✧ Of course, no one whose fighting abilities are not personally accepted by Kenpachi has no chance of joining his ranks.

✧ You barely know how you managed to impress him, in all sincerity. You were far from as strong as he was, but he must have sensed something about your abilities that made him accept you.

✧ Your persistence had been admirable too, Kenpachi had to begrudgingly admit. None of the other guard courts had been of any interest to you. You'd had your eyes on the 11th squad, and that was the one you were going to become a part of.

✧ Kenpachi Zaraki's squad is full of people who seem to have next to nothing in common, so in a weird way, you fit right in.

✧ At first, Kenpachi didn't pay it much mind. You weren't a seated officer and wasn't brought along on too many missions, but you were always looking after the others upon their return.

✧ He joked that you'd fit in better in squad 4 with the healers, and the venomous glare you'd sent him had been laced with so much fire that he immediately fell quiet in shock.

✧ I consider this to take place after Kenpachi properly learns about Yachiru and she disappears.

✧ Your kindness is not a trait Yachiru had, but your positivity reminds him of her.

✧ Slowly, he finds himself seeking out your company more and more frequently, even going so far as to not take fights seriously at all or force his spiritual power down enough to be cut, just so you can be the one to patch him back up.

✧ You're surprisingly good at handling his temper and making him calm down as well, which the rest of your squadmates are quick to pick up on, dragging you along whenever they had to deliver unfortunate news that would make Kenpachi's anger flare up.

✧ In next to no time, Kenpachi has given you an unofficial seat of sorts, making sure that keeps you close to him at all times. It makes the loss of Yachiru's physical form easier to bear as well.

✧ The squad had filled you in about the last Lieutenant, and you felt your heart ache for the sake of your captain every time he looked over his shoulder with a grin to shoot a few words to the little pink-haired girl who usually sat on his back or shoulder, only to have his face fall.

✧ I believe that he would be pretty normal at first, that is until you are severely injured at the hands of a few hollows on a mission that he'd selfishly brought you along on. One moment of Kenpachi being occupied had been enough for an attack to reach.

✧ When you woke up, bandaged and in pain, but alive, in the barracks of squad four a few days later, the first thing you saw was the captain sitting next to you. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink while you'd been unconscious.

✧ The relief on his face once his eyes met yours was immense. "Don't do that again," he said gruffly, clenching his fist. He'd been beating himself up ever since the incident, cursing himself for that singular moment of not even a second that led to you being in this state.

✧ He would make sure nothing like that would happen to you ever again.

✧ He had already lost Yachiru (even though she was technically still with him) and he refused to lose another person he cared about.

✧ As soon as you'd regained your health, he'd firmly banned you from leaving on any missions at all, which had made you lash out and punch him (dealing absolutely no damage) much to Kenpachi's amusement.

✧ Knowing how stubborn you could be, the times when he personally had to leave on a mission, he locked you up with shackles blocking your spiritual power. No matter how mad you got at him or viciously tried to fight back and stop him, you were like an angry kitten, all bark and no bite.

✧ At all other times of day, you were effectively thrown onto his shoulder, taking Yachiru's place. It was the only way he could be certain to keep you from sneaking away on missions as he had no doubts that you would run off with your zanpakuto the second he let you out of his sight.

✧ Really, who was going to stop him? Few were strong enough to oppose him, and the positive impact you had on keeping him calm unfortunately had Head Captain Shunsui siding with Kenpachi. "For the greater good," he'd said in a meeting, shooting you an apologetic glance as you clenched your fists and bit back tears, seated in Kenpachi's lap.

✧ You'd spend your days glued to his side, wondering if things would have been different if you'd never smiled his way.

✧ If you'd known how things would turn out, you'd never have followed your dreams and fought to join the 11th squad.

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[cindol]

makeout sesh with renji ˃ᴗ˂ !

He’s so needy when making out, he just wants his girls lips so bad especially when he hasn’t had the chance too. Y/n is usually on top of him with his hand on her back bringing her down to him. His bandana was undone showing his red cornrows for their beauty while both y/n and him made breathy noises in the middle of kissing, some moans too.

His hands would go down further when she now laid right on him with her and arched and his hand reaching down to her ass and squeezing it making y/n do a small moan.”ren..” he just did a small grin.”always gonna pat that ass baby.”

Their fun was interrupted once Ichigo called with some random problem.

[nellielsss]

⭑ ★ ⭑ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ⭑⭑

Summary: Everyone's heard of the yakuza boss and his sweet little girlfriend, but what about the female yakuza and her two beloved pets: the Rabid Panther and the Silent Wolf? Inspired by Scarface by LDR. HCs + blurbs on Toji and Grimmjow as your bodyguards. Note: I have suddenly been revived from my writer's block all thanks to Grimmjow! Reader is also ENTJ/ENFJ coded (I can't decide LMFAO just pick whichever one fits you the best). It's also kind of a love triangle except they don't have feelings for each other so IDK what to call this. I also just wanted to show my newest husband some love for his bday! Pairing: Yakuza!f!reader x Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez & Toji Fushiguro/Zen'in Warnings: Mentions of death, weapons, firearms, basically anything that comes with crime boss related fics 💀 also Kenjaku's death is mentioned cus I hate his ass and needed a victim.

╰┈➤ The Rabid Panther and the Silent Wolf, that was what Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez and Toji Fushiguro were known as, respectively. The two pets to the feared yet beloved beauty, the infamous yakuza boss (L/N), (Y/N). She was one of the Four Great Kings of the Tokyo underworld and the only female of the bunch. Out of all the aforementioned kings, she was perhaps the most benevolent one of the bunch, but that wasn't saying much considering the most vicious and hated king, Ryōmen Sukuna, was all but a tyrant with a kill count that went well into the tens of thousands (at his own hands as well). The only reason she was even considered benevolent was because she didn't kill with her own hands (not unless she was terribly angry with her foe), and because she also smiled the most.

Why would she need to soak her pretty nails in ugly blood when her two pets would do anything for their owner?

As for what gave them their monikers, though...

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez earned the title of the Rabid Panther because of his violent and garish methods of disposing his opponents.

Grimmjow had a tendency to stain his white clothing and sharp claws in a pretty shade of blood red. There was nothing the blue-haired man loved doing more than sinking his claws into the unlucky foes that happened to incur his wrath or his boss's wrath

He had a pair of special rings made for him (commissioned by you, of course) just so he could get a better grip on his opponents.

The whole reason you hired him as a henchman was just because of how devoted to the fight he was. Though he was reckless in his pursuit of destroying the strongest opponent in his vicinity, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the man.

It was on one snowy January day when you happened upon him. You stood there, clad in a snow-white and red kimono when you witnessed him tear apart 3 of your henchmen, right before your very eyes. Despite the fact that he just killed your own men in a very vicious manner, you didn't cower in fear or order them to kill him; you simply reached out and wiped the blood off of his face.

"B-Boss, don't get too close to him!" The pleads of the other men fell upon deaf ears as you gazed at the wild-eyed man. He was snarling, practically foaming at the mouth, and yet you didn't waver.

"You're a rabid one," was what you first said to him.

"I'll tear your fucking throat out, lady!" he snarled at you, trying to back away from your handsy hands.

You didn't say anything, simply smiling and touching the man's face. "Handsome, too... your shade of blue pairs quite well with red."

Despite his numerous growls and threats of killing you, your hand moved to cup his cheek, move underneath his chin, and tilt it up so he was looking right at you.

"How would you like to be my rabid animal?"

Maybe you could use a man like him--a man not willing to get his paws dirty and lick them clean when he finished the job.

He didn't use guns often; he stuck to weapons that could make a man's blood paint the walls. Hell, with the kill count and voracious appetite this man had, he could make the streets of Kabukicho flow red.

Speaking of Kabukicho--he was one of the only henchmen (you preferred to call him a lieutenant, since the title befit him) to have a small group of his own. He was in charge of handling the areas with the most amount of people in them, since he could be as loud as he wanted without anyone paying him any mind.

Half the time, though, the "army" under him (what he called his Fracción) would just sit back and watch as he pummeled some poor bastard who tried to rip off one of your many businesses.

"I told you, don't fuck with me, and don't fuck with my boss!" Was what he liked to shout before tearing the throat out of his most unlucky victim.

He was made one of your only lieutenants the fastest, since he could so easily dispose of people, and also since he was just the strongest one of the bunch.

To those he was against, he was a vicious panther who didn't know how to stop shedding blood; but to you, he was no more than a cute little cat who purred and meowed in excitement when you pet him.

"Good Grimmjow," was what you cooed whenever he did something right. He came to relish the feeling of your long, perfectly manicured nails carding through his spiky blue hair. He used to detest being babied and doted on in such a manner, but it felt amazing to hear his beloved owner boss praise him for having wiped out an opposing faction's squad that tried to destroy one of your own squads.

The other henchmen of yours tended to look at this display of affection in an odd manner. They had just witnessed him poke the eyes out of someone an hour ago, and now you were petting him like a housecat?

And he was enjoying it?

Don't let this display of affection fool you, though; he would stab the shit out of anyone who talked back to you.

It certainly didn't help anyone who hated you that he was practically obsessed with you, head-over-heels for the woman he affectionately referred to as his master.

You took him off the streets, clothed him, fed him, and brought him to a position higher than he thought was possible for a man like him.

Sure, he was self-assured in his strength, but he was alone, and what good would it do to him if someone were to ambush him?

The longer he stayed by your side, the more devoted he became to you.

He would roll over on his back and purr for you if that's what you so desired.

He owed you his very existence, so god help your foes if he ever heard someone bad-mouthing you.

For instance, do you know that scene in Kill Bill where O-Ren Ishī hopped atop a table and sliced someone's head off in a meeting?

Well, you wouldn't have to do any of that, because with a simple nod of the head, Grimmjow would go over there and viciously slice their throat and make the blood splatter all over everyone else's food.

But the other man, dressed in a dark, form-fitting outfit and standing beside you was just as, if not more, deadly than Grimmjow. Isn't it amazing to have two brutalizers at your beck and call?

Toji Fushiguro earned the title of the Silent Wolf because of his, well, silent methods of execution and warfare. With just a step of the foot and the trigger of a finger, he could put a bullet in anyone's head within a matter of seconds.

His favorite weapon was his M1911A1 modified with an effective silencer that could mask his position anytime, anywhere. He would also do it with a smirk on his face.

Toji Fushiguro joined the ranks of your yakuza faction after he tried to assassinate you on one rainy November night.

He was hired by the ex-leader of one of the 4 great factions, Kenjaku, to assassinate you after a deal gone wrong.

He would've been paid a cool 1.5 billion yen if he managed to kill you and your pet panther successfully--and have a hefty bonus if he could manage it in only 2 shots.

He had his trusty pistol at the ready, and his overinflated ego had him fooled that he was going to become a very rich man.

On his end, he actually was quite close to killing you and claiming that bounty, he'd just underestimated your fighting prowess.

"That's quite the gun you're holding there, Mister," you said when he was about to pull the trigger on your head. His eyes widened a little when he was found out, and in the moment he was caught off guard, Grimmjow quickly whipped around and pinned him up against the wall.

"Shall I tear his throat out for you, boss?" the blue-eyed man asked, his eyes never leaving Toji's pinned self.

Your heels clicked on the floor as you approached him, studying Toji's face for a few seconds, and you spoke to him directly. "I take it you came here to assassinate me?"

The man nodded without saying anything.

"I take it you were also paid to do so," you said, this time not asking him a question.

He, again, nodded.

"I figured as much." You took a second to scan his appearance, noting the worn-out grey pants he wore and the fitted black t-shirt that obviously needed a washing. "Someone like you would need the money... still, I'm surprised you had the balls to come here and try to kill me on your own with one measly gun."

"I have more weapons at my disposal, miss," he snarked, still being strangled by Grimmjow.

"You will speak when prompted to!" the man growled, still keeping his eyes on Toji.

"Please, Grimmy, cut him some slack," you said light-heartedly, putting your hand on his white jacket. "He obviously just needs a warm meal."

"But he tried to take your life-"

"Grimmjow." He took that as a sign to relax his grip around the man's throat a little. "Hand me his gun," you ordered suddenly, to which he happily obliged.

"Here, boss," he gruffed, handing you the pistol with the silencer on it.

You tossed it around in your hands, feeling the weight of the metal. "This is certainly a nice pistol you've got here, Mister, although it is in need of some repairs... maybe it's time you replace it and get a new one."

"I was hoping to do that with the money I'd earn from this mission," he chuckled softly. "I'm not one to save up for nice things."

You emptied the bullets from the magazine and dumped them to the ground, then tossed the gun into a nearby dumpster. "How much did Kenjaku pay you to assassinate me?"

Everyone in the alley looked at you suddenly, a little shocked by how weird your actions were. "How did you know?-"

You cut Grimmjow off and said: "he's the only one who would possibly want me dead, and he's also the only one who'd have others do it for him."

"1.5 billion yen, ma'am," Toji spoke up, unperturbed by the glares everyone was giving him and the vitriol he was facing for trying to assassinate you.

"I see," you hummed, tapping your foot in thought. "Given the fact that you and I have never crossed paths before, I'm willing to bet you were here simply for the money and not because you had some sort of vendetta against me."

"You'd be correct, ma'am-"

"Stop calling me ma'am, I don't wanna feel old."

"Apologies."

You smiled a bit and crossed your arms over your chest. "Anyway, what if I paid you 2 billion yen to kill Kenjaku? You can even bring Grimmy here to help you."

It was his turn, again, to be shocked. "But, Boss, he just tried to kill you!-"

"I'll do it, no questions asked. As long as I can get a new gun, of course."

"Good," you smiled wider, showing off your pearly canines. "Release him and take him with us." Grimmjow did as he was told, releasing his neck but still holding him by the shirt collar. "Now, we're going to treat him for a nice, warm bowl of ramen. Understood, boys and girls?"

Everyone was in agreement, albeit shakily, and they went with you to the nearest ramen shop with your new toy in tow.

"By the way, what was your name? I don't think I caught it back there."

"The name's Toji," he said gruffly. "Toji Fushiguro."

Grimmjow, ever the vigilant henchman, turned to you and asked: "are you really sure you want to go through with this?"

"Has my judgment ever betrayed me?" you retorted, making him go silent again. "He was stealthy enough to sneak behind me and almost kill me, which I should punish you for, by the way. Anyway, I know potential when I see it, and I saw a great deal in him. Almost as much as I saw in you."

As for what role Toji served, he was the wordless yet deadly assassin who could get a headshot just as fast as Grimmjow could tear someone's jugular out (he has a thing for throats, if you couldn't tell).

He and his trusty silencer pistol can do just about anything, and his custom-made sniper rifle made up for what his pistol lacked.

Toji was the silent enforcer, the voice of "reason" if you can consider his methods of killing before talking reasonable.

Truth be told, Toji would've been content in any role, so long as he didn't have to interact with idiots too much and got paid handsomely in return for his work.

Toji ran the stealthy missions, the ones that required the utmost quiet and precision, as well as the ones that had to be done ASAP.

He started calling his little army the "wolf-pack" after hearing the title he was given behind his back.

He actually never saw himself falling in love with his boss, either. He didn't obsess over you like Grimmjow did, nor did he idolize you like the other henchmen; he found himself drawn to your charismatic nature & the eloquence with which you spoke.

For a crime-boss who had such a high body count, you certainly didn't have the air of one. You almost seemed like a friendly woman, but that was because you didn't have to worry yourself with killing those who wronged you.

It was only when someone really pissed you off that he saw you take matters into your own hands.

Honestly? It was kinda hot seeing you execute someone yourself.

"The boss wants her money, so why hasn't your bald ass coughed it up already?" Grimmjow asked angrily, doing the talking for all of you.

"I-I swear, it was here a few days ago, but I was robbed!"

"Did you forget about the security cameras she had installed? What do you take her for--a dumbass who can't run a business correctly?!" the blue-haired man kicked the man in question with the toe of his leather boot, sending him flying & cracking a rib in the process.

"Just... just another week, and I'll have your money-"

"Toji, hand me your gun." The cold chill in your voice made everyone look your way, including Toji, himself.

"As you wish, boss." The silent man simply unbuckled his holster and gave you the pistol with that nonchalant smirk on his face. He'd never seen you hold a gun yourself; it was always him holding the cold metal weight in his hands.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the sound of your stiletto boots clicking on the floor, accompanied by the sound of you handing your fur coat to the closest girl. "Do you know why I'm such a successful boss, Mr. Tanaka?"

Mr. Tanaka merely whimpered where he laid, feeling the cold barrel of the handgun press against his forehead. "N-No, I-"

"It's because I'm such an incredible businesswoman," you replied coolly, pressing the barrel against his forehead harder. "All of my businesses have flourished under the watchful eyes of the people I've so deliberately put in charge. They oversee everything and make sure I turn a profit out of practically the air we breathe in. Do you want to know what happens when they fail to live up to my expectations? Do you want to know what happens to people who fuck with me?"

Before he could even answer, you easily ripped the silencer of the gun off, tossed it aside, and put a bullet in the poor man's cranium.

"This."

Once he was dead for sure, you stood up and tossed the gun back to Toji. "Don't fuck with my money ever again," was what you said, taking your coat back from the girl who stood there in fear & shock. "And that goes for all of you bastards. I could have all of you killed right now in the blink of an eye, and nobody would ever notice that you're gone. All of you are replaceable."

Nobody in this room had ever seen you lose your cool like that and fire the gun yourself, not when you had an expert marksman like Toji and a ferocious wildcat like Grimmjow.

Toji honestly couldn't lie; it was hot as fuck seeing you put a bullet in a man's skull yourself.

"That was an expensive silencer, boss," he said as you all left the room.

"I'll get you a new one."

Yeah, he was in love with a Yakuza... however it happened, he didn't know; but he embraced it. He wasn't one to shy away from his true nature, after all.

It helped that you bestowed the equal amount of care to both of your pets. Neither the wolf nor the panther got more than the other, and they were both treated to the same luxuries as the other.

New coats and wardrobes made of the finest and most durable fabrics, the best weapons money could buy, and the nicest rooms overlooking the garden in your little compound located just outside of the city.

Toji and Grimmjow both had their own apartments in case they needed to stay in the center of town for a mission, but they much preferred to stay by your side; Grimmjow wanted to be as close to you as possible, and Toji just liked the feel of the compound. It was serene, calm, relaxing for a Yakuza's mansion.

They even had their own embroidered kimonos that they wore when they were with you! (how cute).

Honestly, the only issues they had... were with each other.

Always competing for your affections, rivaling to see who could earn the most smiles and praises from their beloved boss.

It was like a love triangle straight out of some romance manga, only instead of a school it was a crime boss's compound that had blood on its walls, and instead of bento boxes there were sharp objects.

"Don't be stupid, she obviously likes the way I stab my opponents!"

"Your methods are too damn messy--you stained one of her fur coats with blood, for fuck's sake It took two weeks to clean the damn thing; she obviously likes my silent-but-deadly approach."

"Where the hell's the fun in that?!"

"Boys, boys, if you don't calm yourselves, I'm going to have to put you in your kennels," your calming voice interjected when you walked in on the two men squabbling. It was honestly so endearing to see a couple of grown criminals fighting over something as silly as whatever they were fighting over, but if they went too far they'd probably break a valuable, so you chose to quell their argument.

"We're so sorry, boss! Right, Fushiguro?!" Grimmjow asked, jabbing the man with his elbow.

"Of course we are. Would you stop elbowing me, Jaegerjaquez?!"

Instead of reprimanding them further, you put your hands on their heads and ruffled their hair. "Grimmjow, your methods provide me with entertainment; and Toji, your methods bring me peace of mind. Now, would you both please bring me some peace of mind and stop squabbling? You're going to break one of my vases."

"Anything you say, boss!" Grimmjow exclaimed, all but swishing his tail about.

They continued to fight after you left, but thankfully they didn't break any valuables.

As demonstrated above, you tried your very best to quell their rivalry, but you also found it entertaining at the same time. To think that people who crushed skulls and tore men open could rival each other for your affections made you laugh, and you welcomed the rivalry (so long as they didn't break anything).

The two men also tended to butt heads over their decision-making processes.

Honestly, you didn't even know why you ever trusted them with your duties when you were out, especially when every "proxy" meeting turned into squabbles every single time.

"What I'm saying is that we need to go in, guns blazing and all!" Grimmjow shouted at Toji. "We need to instill fear in their hearts, make them cower where they stand!"

Your faction was trying to deal with a rogue group of bandits that kept attacking your warehouses that were stationed throughout the Tokyo Metropolitan Area, but how to deal with them was a matter that nobody could solve except for you, not even Grimmjow & Toji with their greatest attempts.

"That'll get us busted, you knucklehead!" Toji retorted. "We need to go the stealthy approach and make sure they're caught off guard."

The two men were now literally butting their foreheads together. "You're always so boring, Fushiguro, will you ever learn to relax and have fun?!"

"I can have fun without blowing the damn mission!"

It was like one of those moments in anime where there was electricity crackling between them, and none of the other top henchmen were willing to butt in on this argument.

"If only the boss was here..." they all groaned in unison.

At the end of the day, though, these two men would do anything to make sure your life and your faction ran smoothly.

They'd do stuff as menial as your dry cleaning if you so asked them to.

Though you tried not to choose favorites among your rankings, it was quite clear that the two were tied for first place. They were the only ones allowed to enter your living quarters, that was how close they were to you.

They were also the only ones allowed to see you naked...

And be naked around you, and touch you, and make love to you until the sun rose over the walls of your estate.

Of course, they always turned it into a competition of who could make you cum the fastest and the most, but it was all in good fun!

God help anyone who dared to speak poorly of their boss around the two of them, for they'd be ripped to shreds twice as fast.

Enjoy your two loving bodyguards!

"But I obviously love her more-"

"Would you shut up, Jaegerjaquez?!"

FINALLY CURED THIS FUCKING WRITER'S BLOCK 😭 also how come every time I get a new fav they shoot up in the ranks?! I liked Yami for two weeks and now he's #1 & Grimmjow's #3 after only a week?!?! | © ʙʀᴜɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ-ʙɪᴛᴄʜ77 on tumblr - get your own shit bitches | ca. 8/1/2024

[cifer-ulqui]

Ulquiorra Drabbles 2

(Ulquiorra, Reader, Grimmjow)(Second one is Angst and less overtly romantic)(I wrote these in Portuguese originally to practice learning the language. They're completely self-indulgent and ooc)(part one)

Tea

“I need a place to stay.” Ulquiorra clicks his tongue. His eyelashes are so long. They touch his cheek when he closes his eyes. “It's getting late. Kurosaki said I should come here.”

Ichigo must think he’s hilarious.

“Yeah?” I sigh. I can’t say no to him. “Come in.” He follows after me and I shake my head at the situation.

“Do you want tea?” I gesture for him to sit at the table. He complies, sitting stiffly.

“I don't need--”

“Do you want tea?” I ask more firmly. Why is he so difficult? Maybe that’s part of his charm. I look over my shoulder. He’s as attractive as he is stubborn.

“... Yes.” His brow is furrowed, like I asked for something annoying.

I suppress a comment about him being a brat and return to put the kettle on the stove. “Do you have a preference for the flavor?” I know he’ll say it’s unimportant. It’s useless, There’s no reason.

“Is there a difference? Tea is tea.” There it is.

“There’s hundreds of different flavors. How do I know which you’ve tried before?” I turn away from the stove to look at him.

“Just normal tea.”

“Black tea? Green tea?

His eyes are the only sign of bewilderment on his face, but his voice sounds confused. “Tea…?”

I look at him for a moment. “I’ll make tea, and if you don’t like it, I’ll make something else.” I shrug my shoulders.

Ulquiorra shakes his head. “That’s unnecessary. I’ll drink whatever you make.”

I repress a laugh, wondering if I could make him regret those words. Hot sauce, salt, extra tea bags… the kettle begins to whistle. I take the kettle off the stove and open the cabinet that holds my tea. I take down a citrus blend, with orange, lemon, and apple. I pour the water into a teapot.

The steam fills the air and soon the smell of citrus fruits lingers in the room. We remain in silence until the tea finishes steeping. I walk over, carrying the hot teacups. I place them on the table and sit down and he picks up his cup. He looks for a moment before taking a sip.

I drink my tea, watching his face. He shows nothing, but takes a few sips in the silence.

“I should thank you for allowing me into your home. Your hospitality suits you.”

We drink tea in silence and I allow the irritation to seep from me. “You can sleep on the couch, I'll grab a blanket for you.”

“This is all unnecessary, I'll just remain sitting here.”

I sigh, a long-suffering sigh, wondering why I'm stuck with this impassive idiot. “I'll grab a blanket, just in case you change your mind.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't argue.

He's so impossible.

“Do you like the tea?”

“It's tea.” Ulquiorra takes another sip. I think about calling Kurosaki, maybe he can meet me somewhere quiet. Just to talk. With my hands. Ulquiorra’s head tilts as he looks at his teacup and then the teapot.

Cute.

Kurosaki is lucky I like this bat.

--- ---

The Rain Falls

The sky is gray. The rain falls.

Mist rises from the ground. I sigh, looking at the dismal rain. The air is filled with petrichor, cloying and dense. It clings to my skin.

It’s not fair.

My heart hurts, and I step out into the rain. Water drips down my face, soaking into my clothes. He’s gone. I’ll never see him again. If I am lucky, the rain will drown me.

I cared for him. The fourth espada, Ulquiorra Cifer. The one who I argued with, who taunted me and told me my life was meaningless. The man I sat atop Las Noches with in the freezing wind and vast desert stretched before us. We watched the moon together.

The only rain in Hueco Mundo is unnatural, from the spirit energy of other hollows. The black rain of Murcielago elicited a far different feeling, one of awe and foreboding. This is just….

He’s dead. Nothing but dust and the lingering emptiness. Maybe this is his heart that I feel.

I suppress a shiver. This rain seeps the warmth from my bones.

“Do you have an umbrella?” A rough voice breaks me from the reminiscence. I turn my head, seeing Grimmjow. His hair is quickly drenched by the rain, stickling to his face. He doesn't wear his usual grin, as if the melancholy of a storm is contagious.

I turn back to look at the sky.

He and a few other arrancar survived. He seems content to allow Haribel to rule, and I suddenly feel lost, without direction. What will happen to us now? What is our purpose?

Maybe there really is no purpose. Maybe Ulquiorra was right.

“Tch,” Grimmjow huffs. “Idiot. Let’s go.” He grabs the shopping bags from my hand. His hand is firm, but gentle around my shoulders as he guides me through the streets. He squeezes.

“Gonna catch a cold,” he grumbles, as if it would be something for him to suffer. His eyes catch mine as we near Urahara’s shop. They’re a cold blue.

His worry soothes something in my chest. Maybe we’re closer to humans than I thought, if even Grimmjow is capable of something like caring. I wonder if this somber hope ever permeated into Ulquiorra’s thoughts. I wonder if anything grew meaning to him in his last moments.

Grimmjow opens the door, ushering me through and grabbing a towel that he begins drying me off with. “Idiot.”

The rain falls.

[ladybyakuya]

〹 ONESHOTS.

backwards ft.byakuya kuchiki.

against the ropes ft. byakuya kuchiki

〹 HEADCANONS.

yan!ex-husband!aizen-souske.

〹 DRABBLES.

hunger ft.shinji hirako.

save your breath. ft.shinji hirako.

〹 ONESHOTS.

soak me in your desires ft.eren yeager.

timeless twilight ft. armin artlet.

〹 DRABBLES

are you watching ft.armin artlet.

[dizazter-dragoon]

I'm sure that the fact that Kirishima dyes his hair is bouncing around in the back of everybody's mind.

I think processing what you're seeing when you come home mid dye-job for the first time is a whole 'nother story.

Just seeing a 7ft, built like a fucking fridge, "Bakugou" standing in your kitchen like he owns it, grinning at you with shark teeth?

Just...the idea of concept of a shy reader who recently moved in with their gentle giant Eijirou, and coming in and assuming Murder God Dynamight took a mario bowser mushroom? Hilarious to me